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sbdskate · 3 months

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Laws Of Attraction (Part 9) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings : fluff and cheese, language, slight angst, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3,866

A/N: One day I may be one of those writers who is well organized and has a preplanned schedule for posting, but unfortunately (and as my first fic), today is not that day. Thank you for your patience during this writing drought. Another chapter will be on the way after this, hopefully in a couple of weeks after another round of edits. Shout out to @cutelittlefakejourneys for your help. As always, thank you for reading and don't be a ghost reader!

Daniel Ricciardo had been in your room last night. After a long race day filled with anxiety, media, McLaren, and subsequently relief and pride, he had stolen a bottle of champagne from McLaren’s afterparty, and your heart. He had hesitantly conditioned the gift on being consumed after the signing and delicately suggested you share the bottle, evidently afraid he would tear the fragile string that connected the two of you since the beginning. But you didn’t want to wait, so you had invited him in.

“So that’s how you open a bottle without spilling half of it?”

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents. Would you feel more comfortable if I gave you one of my heels to drink out of?” He laughed.

“Nah, not dirty or sweaty enough.”

He looked around to see what you had made of your private space. In contrast to the crisp outward appearance you presented as you strutted through the paddock in your tailored suits, your hotel room was a mess. Laptop open, papers spread out over every surface. Your petite figure was dwarfed by the oversized, plush hotel robe. Behind closed doors he realized you were quite ordinary. Not that you were unremarkable, but in the sense that you were perfectly imperfect.

“What are we toasting to?”

“To finish lines.”

You started out at least trying to be prim and proper, using the hotel’s water glasses as vessels. But at a certain point decorum went out the window and you simply passed the bottle between you sitting cross legged on the floor. Even though it was late, the hours passed like sand through an hourglass.

“Biggest celebrity crush growing up?”

“Leonardo DiCaprio. Easy. Man has been attractive literally at all stages of my life, from the time I was six watching ‘Growing Pains’ to now. Dude aged like fine wine. Unfortunately though I’ve aged out of his dating pool.”

He observed your lips wrap around the mouth of the bottle, how small your hand looked holding it, and his imagination ventured to unclean places.

“You?”

“Josh Allen,” he said without skipping a beat.

“You were five when Josh Allen was born. I know he’s your boyfriend but that doesn’t count.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I might have had a poster of Kylie Minogue in my bedroom when I was like, twelve.”

The two of you sat side by side at the foot of the bed, your hands inched closer towards one another as the night dwelled on.

“If you could do anything in the world, if money didn’t matter, what would you do?”

“Eh. I think I’d still be a lawyer.” He snorted.

“That’s the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever heard.”

“What? Someone’s gotta do it.”

“Come on. Do you actually love this? You’ve been away from your life in the States for months. And for what?”

“Well, I got to travel the world, meet cool celebrities… I got to know you. That must count for something, right?”

You tried to deliver the earnest statement as casually as possible, hoping he wouldn’t read too much into it. But the heft of your words hung in the air and blended with the little popped champagne bubbles that had evaporated. After months of Daniel tormenting you with flirty comments, it was his turn to try to ignore your flattery.

“Really. Money’s no object. Any job in the world. Go.”

“Ok ok fine. I suppose - Oh I don’t know… Maybe I’d be a food critic. I love to eat, I like to complain, and I like writing, so I feel like that’s the perfect marriage of all those things. Or… maybe I’d just drop off the grid completely. I’ve always dreamed about running off to the rolling hills of Italy and living off the land, maybe I’d open a flower shop or something. Really just live out my Under the Tuscan Sun fantasy. But it’s silly. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am, I could never imagine throwing it all away.”

“It’s not silly.”

Your sideways glance met his deep pools of dark ember, filled with sincerity. You took a swig of champagne and passed the bottle back to him, wishing to wash away the palpable chemistry that swirled around you.

“What about you?”

“I guess I’d still be doing this.” You frowned, sensing his timidness.

“That’s not fair, you made me pick something.”

“Come on, it’s not like I have any transferable skills. I don’t know what else I could do.”

“You literally have two side hustles already. Wine maker and fashion mogul don’t do it for you?”

You thought you could crack a smile out of him, but instead the corners of his mouth downturned slightly.

“It’s not the same. We already decided the second time we met I could never have a desk job. I’m an adrenaline junkie, I’ve always needed to be in a car. Plus my parents worked hard to get me here, to get those opportunities for me, and seeing them happy makes me happy. I don’t know what else there is.”

“Your mother has a small heart attack every time you race.” You tried to placate his uncertainty, but the light conversation had turned heavy and there was no undoing it.

“Oh, that’s neither here nor there,” he brushed off.

“What about all the cameras constantly in your face? Don’t you miss being anonymous?”

This seemed to make him pause.

“I do… but at the same time, part of the fun was getting to make a name for myself. I’m not sure I fully knew what I was getting myself into, but I knew that fame came with the territory if I was actually good at what I was doing. Do I miss being able to walk down the street or go to a restaurant without being bombarded? Yeah for sure. But even when I had that, I don’t think I enjoyed it because I was always trying to get to the next step.” He paused, the furrow in his brow coming undone. “Do I love it right now in this very moment? No. I need a fucking break. I think you corporate people call it ‘burnout’ or whatever. But I’ve loved it up until now, and I know I’ll love it again eventually. I really can’t imagine doing anything else.”

The space between your fingers had vanished. As though your extremities had a mind of their own, you both looked down to study how they folded over one another. There was no recoiling. Your hand, that apparently had its own free will, sent signals to you to look up again. It was ironic that you had partially declined his invitation to the McLaren afterparty because you were afraid of winding up in a situation that vaguely resembled something exactly like this. Tomorrow was so close yet so far, and your wherewithal to resist the magnetic pull between the two of you was at an all time low. Over the last week leading up to the final race, flashbacks of the kiss in Brazil replayed on a loop in your mind. If you blinked you would’ve missed it when it had happened in real time. But the memory teased you and champagne was buzzing through your veins, clouding your judgment. You wanted to explore. Like a moth to a flame, you began leaning in, your eyes fluttering as his lips went in and out of focus.

Instead of being met with Daniel’s embrace, you toppled over as he got to his feet.

“Champagne’s gone, guess that’s my cue for bed.”

You propped yourself on your elbow as you looked up at him incredulously. How much champagne had you had, that you had so badly misread the situation? You averted your gaze in embarrassment.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

His extended hand came into view. You slowly looked up again, his warm and inviting eyes conveying more than words ever could. You cautiously accepted his help as he got you to your feet, his strong hold steadying you.

“Do you need any help in the morning?” Yeah, just avoid Daniel until it’s over so you don’t lose your job. That would probably be a good start.

“No, I’m good, thanks though. Do you need any help?”He laughed, mostly out of astonishment that you could possibly ask such a question when you had already done so, so much.

“Yeah, if you could just sign for me too that would be great.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his arm. “Get some rest, yeah?”

And then he was gone. But how could you possibly just get some rest? You tossed and turned, never quite falling into a deep slumber. The scene of two friends on the floor sharing champagne and secrets played over and over. Friends? Colleagues? Business partners? Something else?

It festered as you got ready, before even the sun was up. The tried and true pink suit felt like it might burst at the seams, unable to contain the palpitations in your chest - a concoction of anticipation, nerves, anxiety, and excitement.

It was strange, having such a momentous deal take place outside the confines of a grandiose conference room with a dramatic, long, mahogany table overlooking some city skyline and perhaps a beautiful, shiny body of water. It was a status symbol of Big Law, the firm’s ability to peacock to clients how successful they were. The bigger the room and better the view, the more deserving they were of that outrageously high retainer fee they charged.

Instead, you walked into what was left of Red Bull hospitality after the big, final race weekend. Of course it was sleek and modern in its own right, but it gave an air of approachability that was lacking at the firm’s office. Nonetheless, you tried to import formality back into the space. You had printed and made matching binders of copies of the agreement for everyone present, appropriately tabbed and color coordinated. You brought blue, black, and red pens, highlighters, sharpened No. 2 pencils, and legal pads with the firm’s name emboldened at the top. You had gotten to Red Bull early to set up the space yourself, so that all materials were spaced out accordingly for each chair at the table. You took a step back to admire your handy work. Yes, this would do just fine.

Your phone went off.

DR: Where are you? We’re going to be late.

Y/N: I’m already here.

DR: 🙁

DR: You didn’t wait for me?

DR: It’s going to be weird walking there without you.

Y/N: I figured you wouldn’t want to be over an hour early and you could use the extra sleep. I’m sure you’ll manage.

It was weird for Daniel walking to the paddock without you. The whole morning had been weird. It had been too quiet. There was no offkey musical number through his bathroom wall. He missed the sprightly knock at his door that came about ten minutes too early. He missed guessing which of your faces he’d get when you realized he wasn’t ready. He was amazed at how quickly he had gotten used to you. Had they really only been at this hotel for four days? Five?

His memory taunted him as he walked to Red Bull. He recalled himself holding his breath in anticipation as you closed in on him last night. He felt his heartbeat all the way up to his throat, his pulse points throbbed. It was an out of body experience, watching in slow motion as he pulled himself away from you. He finally learned it was for the best, even though the dejected look on your face pained him.

When he got there, he was disappointed to discover he was the last to arrive, wishing he had more moments alone with you. Christian, Joe, and in-house Red Bull lawyer bros sat around you, centering you as a vibrant glow in a sea of dull blues and grays. He was relieved to discover that you had reserved the seat next to you. He felt his face involuntarily break into grin as he noticed you notice him come into frame.

Christian, who was sitting across from you with his back to the door, saw the slightest twitch of your facial muscles. He whipped around, before a smile was fully formed, knowing exactly what it meant.

“The man of the hour! So nice of you to finally join us.” Everyone stood up for another round of hand shakes and self-congratulatory pats on the back. He could hardly maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly darting back to you. You rose to your feet, but remained in place, patiently waiting your turn for him.

He finally stood in front of his reserved chair, directly facing you. He wasn’t sure what to do – he knew you so well, a handshake hardly seemed appropriate. But you were in front of professionals so a hug wouldn’t do. He knew what he wanted to do, and that certainly wasn’t an option. Fortunately you made the decision for him, instinctively sticking your hand out. He would’ve been a little sad about it, but for the knowing twinkle in your eye. Your palms firmly met, and he appreciated how soft and delicate yours were. It was like you were holding hands.

“Eh-hem.”

You cleared your throat, eyes suddenly piercing. It wasn’t until he felt you try to pry your hand away that he realized he had been shaking it about six seconds too long. He finally relinquished his grip and you both sat down.

“Sorry, I spaced out,” he whispered to you. You only gave him a twitch of a smile and a curt nod in return before swiveling your chair to face the other side of the table.

“Now then. Let’s get started, shall we?”

Daniel almost felt silly for pushing this whole ordeal back an extra day. Almost. He could imagine you marching out of there muttering this could have been an email under your breath. The contract was, for all intents and purposes, finished and truly just needed to be signed. It only took twenty minutes to do a walk through of the terms, which of course no one objected to after the countless back-and-forth’s of redlines, late night phone calls, and negotiations. And then, with a swift flick of his wrist, it was set in stone.

He stared at the wet blue ink on the page. He didn’t realize he was smiling until his cheeks started to hurt.

“I guess we’re engaged now. This feels familiar.” When he finally looked up Christian was beaming back at him like a proud dad.

“Welcome back, Daniel. Welcome home.”

“You do realize that could’ve been an email?” He laughed as he waited behind for you to pack up your stuff. Joe in typical fashion had exchanged quick pleasantries after the signing and was gone in a flash, off to the next client. The other Red Bull representatives followed suit not long after.

“It could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” He watched as you stuffed the last binder into your bag, fighting with the zipper. When you finished you looked up to find him staring intently at you, causing you to nearly drop your bag.

“Can I help you?”

He leaned against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. You stared at his tan forearms, noticing his veins bulge.

“That depends… do you like surprises?” You did your best to hide a gulp, your throat suddenly dry. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating what you thought…

But if he was, two could play at that game.

“Depends on the surprise,” you purred, leaning forward ever so slightly to show off the v of your necklace that led a trail to your hidden cleavage.

He leaned forward to meet you part way, not breaking eye contact.

“I think you’ll like this one,” he whispered. You felt goosebumps raise on your skin, giddy in suspense. Your heart was about to burst through your chest. Was he really about to take you right here in this office?

Without warning he pushed himself from the table and walked quickly towards the door, leaving you bewildered in the middle of the room. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at you innocently.

“What are you waiting for? Follow me!”

He proceeded to skip down the hallway, forcing you to jog to try to keep up with him.

“Daniel! Wait up! What the hell?”

He led you to the exit of Red Bull hospitality before he finally stopped.

“I may or may not have called in a favor.”

“Daniel, this isn’t funny. What –“

You stopped in your tracks as the doors opened. With your jaw on the floor, you let out a silent scream as Geraldine Estelle Halliwell Horner, aka Geri, aka Ginger Spice, aka one-fifth of the iconic girl group The Spice Girls, stood in front of you in the flesh. As a child of the 90’s, this moment felt biblical.

Apparently Christian was also there. “Oh Darling, I have someone I want to introduce you to.”

You were already barely functioning when she turned away from her husband and made direct eye contact with you. Then, as though it were a conversation about the weather, she very casually said “Oh hello. You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Your hand gripped over your chest. Eyes wide, you looked to Daniel to confirm she was not a hologram, but he only gave you a wide grin, then back to Geri who was waiting patiently for you to act like a human which was unfortunately too big of an ask.

“I-you’re-ohmygodIcan’tbelievethisishappening-I-hi-I mean…. You know my name.” You dissolved into fits of nervous giggles. Daniel stood there very pleased with himself. He was a little insulted you weren’t this starstruck when you met him, but it was overshadowed by the immense satisfaction he felt that he initiated something that made you so happy.

Geri gave a sympathetic smile. Clearly this was not the first time a fan lost their shit at her mere presence. “I do. I hear you’ve been very busy the last few weeks.”

“What? Oh, right. Yeah I’ve spent a lot of time with Daniel and your husband.” you blabbed, quickly changing the topic. “Do you and the girls still hang out regularly? Spice World was my favorite movie growing up, and-and-and I memorized all of the choreography to Stop and Spice Up Your Life.” You continued talking a million miles a minute.

“Well that’s good to know in case we ever need a fill-in,” she joked trying to put you at ease. Your demeanor quickly sobered and you put a hand over your heart.

“Oh, Miss Halliwell. I could never replace Victoria on your next reunion tour, but if you absolutely insist I would be honored to step in to ensure the show goes on,” you swore in earnest. Geri slowly nodded, locking eyes with Daniel behind you doing her best to telecommunicate with him. What the fuck. He only shrugged as he continued beaming.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said slowly and politely. Daniel finally interjected.

“Y/n, you have to pack and I’m sure Geri and Christian have their own flights to catch…”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time,” you said, Daniel’s voice beginning to bring you back down to earth. You rummaged through your bag, before proudly presenting your hand to her. “Here’s my card in case you or any of the girls need any type of legal assistance, happy to go over any contracts for you or whatever else you may need.” Geri’s forced smile relaxed, appreciating your hustle and intellect.

“This is great, thank you. Girl power, right?” And just like that you were back on Saturn. You proudly held up a peace sign as though you were giving an oath.

“Girl Power. Forever,” you swore. Daniel gently put his hand on your lower back to try and herd you along, but you turned to look back as you walked. “And now that you have my number, let me know if you ever want to get your nails done together or get coffee or even a yoga class!” you called after her. Geri chuckled and waved.

“It was nice meeting you too,” she shouted back.

“Good seeing you too y/n – what am I, chopped liver?” You kept walking and waved him off.

“Oh right, sorry. Yeah yeah, nice seeing you too Christian. Pleasure doing business.”

You proceeded to gush about the encounter the entire way back to the hotel. Your hands flailed in the air as you excitedly repeated every little detail, even though Daniel had also been there to witness the whole thing. Your eyes were bright and wide, still processing the adrenaline.

“So did I do alright then?” he asked cheekily as you approached your rooms.

“Did you do alright?! That was one of the best moments of my life, I could kiss you!”

The words slipped out before you had a chance to think, stopping both of you in your tracks. They hung heavy in the air, waiting for an answer. But for the tension that had dragged on, and built, and compounded on itself for months, the statement would never be interpreted as anything other than an innocent, facetious comment for dramatic effect. But Daniel looked at you intently hoping you meant it. He turned his body to align with yours as you remained frozen, and cautiously stepped forward to remove the space between you. Your mouth parted slightly, trying to find words to explain yourself but drew a blank. He leaned in ever so slightly, his hot breath beating on the side of your face and tickling your ear.

“So do it,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him. You dared to lock eyes with him, searching for an answer. His hand finally did what it had wished to do for so long, gently pushing hair out of your face and finding a home at the nape of your neck. He left it there, but he didn’t have to use any force to bring you together as your heads naturally tilted and pulled inwards like magnets. It was dizzying having his face so close to yours, feeling his breath tickle your nose and your cheeks, stoking the flush that had your face burning.

It was only when your lips were so close that you inhaled each other’s oxygen that you suddenly remembered you were in a very public hallway. You were still in your suit, that felt like it was about suffocate you. To his disappointment, and yours, you fell into old patterns. You pried yourself out of his orbit, stumbling backwards.

“Would you look at the time? I, um, need to go pack. Long flight tomorrow,” you stammered, as you continued backwards towards your room.

“y/n…”

“Congratulations again, I’m super happy for you.”

“Can we at least talk about this?” You fumbled with your keys pretending not to hear him, your focus on the floor.

“It was great working with you. You have a bright future back at Red Bull, I’m sure everything will work out. Have a safe trip back to Perth.”

And with that final, clinical, arms-length message, you left him in the hallway.

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daisybianca · 1 year

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pairing: daniel ricciardo x femalereader

summary: daniel spots you talking with another man and isn't really happy about it.

warnings: jealousy, possessive daniel, slight cursing words

IT HAD BEEN raining for hours now, the steady patter of water against Daniel's raincoat long since faded to a dull rush in the back of his mind. The thick hair was almost soaked through. He didn't know if it would ever be dry again.

He tramped his way along the rutted, muddy paddock in irritated silence when he spotted the familiar magnetic figure of you talking with some strange guy.

He was tall, and his shoulders were so broad. He was almost identical to a Dorito, Daniel thought to himself.

What was he even talking with you about?

Daniel titled his head to the right, a sour expression drawn on his facial features. His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms.

A few feet away, Max observed Daniel from afar, rushing to him with an umbrella in his left hand.

"Hey, mate," Max was panting. Daniel's eyed still remained focused on you and the golden-haired man.

A piercing gust of wind shook the trees above Daniel's head, showering his already miserable frame with a fresh deluge. He wiped the water from his eyes with a wet sleeve and tucked a lock of his long brown hair back under the protection of his hood.

His eyes darkened as your eyes glanced at him and Max under the umbrella for a brief moment.

Max kept talking next to the Australian driver, even though Daniel hadn't heard a single thing of what he'd said.

"Who's that guy?" Max asked, now gaining Daniel's full attention. "He doesn't seem her type at all." He added, commenting and peering at his friend to observe his reaction at his upcoming words. "He is so... so blond."

Daniel laughed.

Everybody freaking knew you were a sucker for dark-haired men and claimed that you'd never be into a blond guy. Ever.

"Yeah," Daniel looked up as a thunder crackled like shots from a cannon, sending flickering flashes. His face flashed with color. Pure jealousy. "And he's also dead."

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quotessharry · 2 years

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Vettel Jr, (2/3)

sooo finally chapter 2 is here (chapter 1 here)

I hope you guys enjoy it!

warning: smut, age gap

word count: 4.1k

Sebastian was having a very calm breakfast when Max sat down in front of him, they just stared at each other questionably.

“What are you doing at my table?”

At that moment Charles joined them “good morning guys”

“You too? I just wanna eat my breakfast in peace, piss off you two”

“Seb relax we’re not here for you”

“Yeah Max is right”

Seb sipped his coffee “she isn’t here, her flight was last night”

Two men exchanged a glance.

“Then-“ Max started speaking but didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

“What about Daniel? That’s not up to me she has made her decision, Daniel is fine with it”

“I literally don’t do what to say” the breakfast in front of Charles didn’t seem as delicious as before.

Max still needed more information “Daniel is fine with it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Seb picked a piece of bacon “he came over to my room last night, asked me to check on her”

“And you didn’t do anything?” Max was to determine to try and make something happen.

“You think it didn’t break my heart to see my daughter like that? To hear her crying over the phone? It’s her decision I’m not gonna intervene.”

Max and Charles couldn’t argue anymore, Sebastian was right.

“Ah this coffee tastes so bad, where is Daniel anyway?” Max exclaimed frustrated, looking around searching for a tall Australian, instead he saw Lando walking to the McLaren table alone and called him.

“Do us a favor Lando and tell us where is Daniel” Lando eyed them suspiciously, Ferrari, Redbull and Aston Martin all in one table was quite a sight. Seb looked relax, Charles and Max were looking at him as if their future in F1 rested on this question. He picked a chair and barely fit himself on the small table. Seb sighed and whispered “awesome now there are 3 of them”

“Is this about yesterday? I stopped by his room, he looked wrecked man”

“I’ve spent two years with Daniel and I’ve never seen him this way”

“She’s been my daughter for 22 years and I’ve never seen her this way, I’m actually gonna check on her later”

Lando was quite intrigued by the conversation, looks like the next profession for the trio after they retired from driving gonna be a match making agency.

“You’re flying to Massachusetts?” Charles asked, eying Max and hoping he’d get the message.

“Yes, tomorrow’s morning”

“That’s great, I’m coming with you”

“You’re not coming anywhere Max”

“Come on man, if you won’t talk to her, let me do it”

Seb considered the suggestion for a second, as much as he loved his daughter, he also couldn’t stop his brain from reminding him of last night. Daniel sitting in front of him like a wounded puppy, while her precious daughter was crying over the phone “well because I wouldn’t intervene, doesn’t mean someone else can’t too right?”

Few moments passed in silence until it was broken by Seb, sighing loud “Daniel is not even a bad person, like this human being doesn’t have a bad bone in his entire body”

Charles smirked “so you encourage it?”

“I encourage my daughter’s happiness and if that’s tied to Daniel then yes I fucking encourage it, should’ve gotten her the date she asked for”

Lando who was quiet until then couldn’t keep it “what?”

Seb laughed and continued “yesterday when she came back to my driver’s room, she asked me to grab a date with Daniel for her”

Max and Charles looked at each other in pure disbelief, if only Seb would have done that, they didn’t need to conspire hard.

Charles exclaimed his disappointment “seb, man why would you do that?”

“Yeah he is right, you know what no more free Redbull for you”

“That’s ok I’ll ask Mercedes for free Monster”

Daniel laid in bed, not feeling like leaving it to have breakfast with the team. The memories of last night still fresh in his mind, he didn’t dare to sleep because what if it was all a dream? No it couldn’t be, he could feel his heart breaking, the pain and heartbreak couldn’t be fake, the fact that he couldn’t sleep yet his eyes were begging him to wasn’t fake. As much as he wanted to, he resisted the urge to take a bottle of alcohol and drain himself in misery and sadness. The knock on the door brought him out of his trance, he decided to ignore it, the knock didn’t stop and someone shouted “it’s Lando, open the door”

He grabbed a shirt and opened the door, putting his hands in his short’s pocket and leaned against the door frame, tiredly looking at Lando. In that moment he felt like all his muscles were aching which had nothing to do with yesterday’s race. It was shocking to himself that he was feeling this way towards a girl he saw for only few hours.

“Hey man, oh my god look at you, you ok there?”

Daniel just shook his head and stared at the ground.

“You coming for breakfast?”

He rubbed his eyes in distress “no I think I’m gonna try and sleep for few hours then get to my flight”

“Sure, if you needed anything let me know ok?”

Lando didn’t need to think twice about his condition, almost everyone saw what happened yesterday.

After the worst flight of her life, she got to the dorm after midnight. The entire building was dark and she was more than happy not to run into someone to explain her situation, she was supposed to be happy, a trip to Austin, got a VIP access and met her favorites but in that moment she was everything but happy. The tiredness and heartbreak was too much to handle that she immediately went to bed.

That afternoon her dad was supposed to come so she jumped to the door as soon as the door rang “HEY DAD…wait you’re not dad” she arched her eyebrows at Max.

“Hi” Max said casually, his effort to blend in was appreciated. He was wearing a khaki short with light blue buttoned up, finally ditching that Redbull cap.

Nina, her roommate appeared, staring at the man in front of the door who for sure wasn’t Sebastian Vettel.

“What does the championship contender doing on our doorstep?” She questioned, still staring.

“Uh actually-“

“How about you come in before anyone spots a goddamn F1 driver in Harvard girl’s dorm?”

He noticed the way she was dressed, very far from the way she was yesterday. A short, one of Daniel’s merches, her hair in a bun and she made no afford to hide the number 3 in her ears.

“Don’t give me that look Max, if I can’t have Daniel I’ll take his shirt”

“But-“

“Maxine don’t argue with me”

Max’s eyes accidentally landed on her semi open laptop “drive to survive? Daniel’s episode? Really?”

“But you said you were studying?” Nina questioned, staring at the laptop.

“Oh now there are two of them” she tiredly exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.

Max giggled lightly, she was indeed Sebastian Vettel’s daughter “that’s what your dad said”

“How did you get here so soon anyway? How did you find here? I have questions”

Max turned around and saw the posters on the wall, 8 posters, each pointing at the time Daniel won a Grand Prix. There were some posters when Lewis won the world title and even some of his own wins.

“Seb was right when he said you have a poster of Daniel’s win in your dorm, and to answer your questions private jet and Sebastian Vettel”

He turned and pointed at his own poster “you never mentioned you were my fan? To be honest I’m honored”

“Maximilian focus, why are you here?”

“Guys, as much as I would love to stay and listen in, I have a class and I’m sure you both would appreciate a privacy” Nina interrupted while opening the door.

“You’re the dearest Nina, thanks”

Max spoke again “we have time to talk, now I’m sure you can use a hug” and he opened his arms. She gladly accepted and hugged him back as tight as she could, his hand went up and down on her back to calm her, she rests her head on his biceps.

“How’s Daniel?” She finally dared to ask.

“Not better than you i suppose. Seb told me about last night”

“Last night? I didn’t tell him anything how does he know? Oh my god did someone see us?” She asked, slightly stressed. For sure she wasn’t about to tell Seb about the kiss.

“What? He told me Daniel went to his room to ask him to check on you”

That was some new information. The thought of Daniel going to her dad to ask him check on her made her miss him even more and she almost teared up.

“Oh my god he what? He really did that?”

Max almost laughed at her expression “you look like you just fall in love with him all over again”

She spoke dumbfounded “I actually did, now can we talk about why you are here? Is it because of The honey badger situation?”

She finally let him go and they sat behind the small table, she grabbed two bottles of drinks and sat across him.

“Zero alcohol? You don’t drink alcohol?” Max checked the drinks, slightly disappointed that it’s not alcoholic.

“I do but I try not to, I can’t afford getting hangover, we have alcohol if you want?”

“No no forget it sit down, Which situation were you talking about?”

Since he didn’t know about the kiss, she decided to act clueless “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Max narrowed his blue eyes at her and she gave up, desperately needing to share it with someone, and who’s a better person than Max?

“Fine, fine. That night in parking lot we ran into each other, and I kissed him…well it turned out into a make out session”

In that moment Max realized why Seb kept saying he was done with her “you kissed him first, and you still decided to leave it?”

“Well I had to” she sounded desperate

“Daniel loves you, you know that? He doesn’t care if he had spent time with you only for few hours”

“But how do you know that?” She whined, taking a sip of her drink.

“Anyone who saw you yesterday during driver’s parade knows it, it’s literally no secret” Max answered as if the answer is the most obvious thing ever.

“Listen, I love him, I really do, hell I haven’t felt this way for god knows how long, but my situation is different. I just can’t” she let her face to fall on Max’s hand, she found it interesting how fast they clicked it as friends and how comfortable she was with him.

Max let her rest on his hand and ran his hand on her back “tell me about it, that’s why I’m here”

“I’m a med student, I’m either in a class, studying my ass off in library or running a 36 hour shift in hospital. I don’t have time to be in love”

“Fantastic, see how easy it was? Now go and say the exact same thing to Daniel and watch him to offer his infinite support to you”

She hated how right Max sounded “you didn’t even consider talking to him huh?”

“No because you weren’t supposed to be here, how the fuck he let you come?”

“Let me? He is the one who sent me, well I should give credit to Charles too it was his plan”

“Charles too? All of you ganged up for this?” It was unbelievable, she only spent few hours there and now the entire grid was invested in this.

“Now don’t change the subject”

“But Max-“

“No more buts, at least give it a try, for the sake of both of you, even your dad supports it.”

She sighed “What do you want me to do Maxwell? Cook? Clean? Suck his-“ she slammed her hand to her mouth before the word came out.

Max threw his hand back and laughed, the comment taking him off guard “well if you’re into it and I know Daniel won’t say no”

“Ok now what do you say about taking me karting?” She offered, smiling devilishly

“Oh girl you’re in for a big lose, and you gonna tell me how Daniel kiss” he couldn’t help it, he had to tease her

“If You’re so curious try it yourself”

Max stared at the monitor in front of him with open mouth, watching himself losing over and over again because the girl in front of him wanted to see it multiple time, in that moment she was recording it with big smile on her face.

“This is unbelievable, how could you? you’re indeed Vettel’s daughter” he was still in pure disbelief.

“What a sore loser” she teased while sending the video to her dad.

“What are you even going to do with this video?”

She smirked “hmm nothing just sent it to my dad and asked him to show it to Lewis”

“You did not”

“Ah you got me, I did send it to my dad, just not the Lewis part, but I definitely shared it to my Instagram story”

She went behind Max and pushed him to walk “Cmon Maximus let’s go, you owe me a Mojito”

Max would be lying if he says he wasn’t enjoying her company, it was totally worth it making his trip longer. Kelly being the perfect girlfriend, she totally understood and even told Max to give her updates about the whole thing. While both of them were sipping their drinks, his phone rang.

On the other side of the line Charles, Lando, Carlos and Sebastian were all sitting in a hotel room, waiting to know what happened.

“Max, hey mate what’s going on?”

“Hey man, we are drinking, just finished karting”

“Oh so she is with you? How’s she doing?”

“Yes, we’re fine”

With her there, Max felt like he can’t comfortably pour everything out.

“Ok ok just give me yes and no, she accepted what you said?”

“Yes”

It felt like the room exploded, but silently, Carlos and Lando high fived each other, Charles punched the air, happy that his master plan worked, and Seb couldn’t believe her daughter actually listened let alone accepting it.

“Since mission was successful, I won’t tease you about losing in karting.”

Max gave her a “I will show you” look and hanged up.

“Thanks to your dad and you Charles knows about karting”

“I totally did that on purpose, by the way, when are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow’s night”

“Wait that’s too early, you just came here to talk me into giving Daniel a chance?”

“Well basically yeah”

She pouted, she didn’t want her new best friend who happened to be a Formula 1 driver to leave so soon “that’s not fair”

“Now if you wanna see me you will come to Mexico grand Prix” he smiled in victory

“You’re literally intolerable”

Daniel was in Australia, he didn’t want to be in Austin, he didn’t want to be in Monaco, he wanted to be in Australia in his ridiculous farm with his ridiculous animas to maybe forget how ridiculously in love he was. In that moment he was sitting on a wooden swing with Michael standing next to him.

“Daniel at least train” all Daniel did was shaking his head and opening his Instagram to look at hers for 10th time on that day, and he noticed she has posted a story. For a moment he forgot his sadness when he heard her laughing and saw Max’s disappointed face every time he saw himself losing, Daniel laughed loud “she beat Max in karting, I’m so proud that’s my girl” he stared at the screen lovingly.

Michael shook his head, fully convinced that his friend was long gone “you look like a lovesick puppy”

“I am lovesick, and I am a puppy, look I can bark, Michael did I tell you about-“

“Daniel you talked about anything that happened about 10 times, I understand you love her but you have a race and you need to get over her, please, I beg you”

Daniel slowly slid down the swing “it’s not that easy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, all my brain can comprehend is the kiss”

“I know it’s hard, but training will get your mind off it for few hours, come on do it for her”

The last part of the sentence got him laughing “fine fine, I’m coming”

Few hours later, training hasn’t done shit for him, Daniel could not get her out of his mind, it was physically impossible. He wanted to hug her tight, he wanted to see her face when he would give her the slightest attention and her face would lit up. He needed to pull her close and kiss her and other stuffs.

She was all alone with her thoughts when Max left, she didn’t know what or how it happened but somewhere along the way the switch between “celebrity crush” and “love of my life” changed. Suddenly the posters of Daniel on her wall wasn’t just a poster of her favorite driver, the number 3 as her Lock Screen wasn’t just a number of a car. In that moment she was in class, her hand under her chin as she pretended she is very interested when in fact her brain was reminding her of the kiss and everything that happened. The picture of Daniel looking like that was tattooed inside her brain, but the moment when she knew the answer to a question without listening was the reason she didn’t pursue her heart, she was once again reminded why she was there and what was her purpose. She wasn’t force to forget him, she could always live with him being somewhere close in her memory and mind. She did all she wanted, saw him, hugged him, kissed him, took pictures that one of them was her wallpaper and she kept unlocking her iPhone to check the picture. But yet she couldn’t control her heartbeat anytime she would see it. In that moment all she knew was, she felt absolutely ridiculous and lost.

She was on her bed, her laptop on, watching drive to survive and crying when Nina showed up “how many times have you watched it? And why are you crying?”

She sniffed and picked a tissue “because he is always happy and he smiles so pretty and I love how happy he is when he gets a podium, and above all I can never have him, and to answer your question I don’t know 10?15?” She was back to crying right after.

“If you love him so much, why don’t you go to him?” Nina asked, genuinely confused why she was torturing herself and the poor guy.

“Because it can’t work out, our goals are different, I’m a doctor, he is a driver. I work at a hospital and I can’t even take a time off to shower, how am I supposed to make it work? It will bother us more”

“Ok those are fair points, but you don’t have to answer instead of him, you know?”

Her answer was too logical for her broken heart “I don’t think I’m going to do something about it, I’ll just wait until I forget it you know?”

Nina sat next to her on the bed, touching her hand “you do whatever makes you happier, in that moment I, coincidentally Max too, think that Daniel makes you happy but if you don’t want to go for it, we all understand. It’s your call”

She smiled in appreciation and went back into watching the episode.

She felt Daniel’s warm hand tracing her spine and massaging her sour back, Halloween night been busy with kids in E.R and when it was over she was drained. She moved her face to have a better view of his lips, she has never kissed lips like his, it was so special and soft, locking with her so perfectly, the way he would suck her lips in a kiss was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of the way he pushed himself to her. With him there she was feeling needy, it wasn’t easy to have self control when Daniel Ricciardo was lying next to you, shirtless with only underwear, showing off his glorious abs and his hand slowly making it’s way to your underwear to give you a banging orgasm.

She loved when he took care of her like that, when his long fingers are dedicated into making her his, having her dripping wet all for him. She hissed and arched her back when she felt his finger in her underwear, delicately rubbing her,

“You look pretty like that” he couldn’t help but to mention, her face had the expression of pure delight, eyes closed, her teeth biting down her lips. In his reply she opened her eyes and looked at him lazily, too tired to move or too speak. She just wanted to enjoy this. She brought up her hand and touched his cheek, the gesture made Daniel’s heart leaping in his chest in a way that 300 kph couldn’t. To show his appreciation, he slipped a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out.

“Holy fuck Daniel, oh god, that feels so good”

His free hand grabbed her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips against her but not kissing it, he just wanted to feel the softness of her lips, to feel her soft moans better. He added a second finger and she whined while their lips were connected, for a moment Daniel couldn’t believe she was there and it was him who were making her feel this way. He separated from her to give her a praise “that’s my pretty girl, you’re doing so well, open your eyes look at me”

When she was met with a pair of honey brown eyes, she swore she could come due to the intensity of the eye contact.

Daniel moved his fingers a bit faster, determined to make her come hard, a moan would leave her throat anytime he would move his fingers, he watched as her hand grabbed his biceps, her eyes shut intensely, she moaned his name and came hard.

Daniel finally kissed her “you’re so wrong if you think that was it-“

She woke up. Sweat dripping off her forehead and completely out of breath. Her mouth was dry, she didn’t need to check her underwear to see how wet she was from the dream. Her eyes went to the posters on the wall and she blushed hard. All the effort she made to forget him turned to ashes with just one dream, a dream she wouldn’t mind becoming reality. She sat on the bed for few seconds, whispering “oh my god” under her breath, her mind still trying to recover from the dream but instead she was having more thoughts.

Daniel felt tipsy, he was in a hotel room during Mexico race weekend with Charles, Max, Lando, Carlos and Michael. He couldn’t even remember whose hotel room it was. He was talking about the day he saw her to Lando and Carlos, even though Max and Charles were there they still liked to hear it from his point of view. He spoke of her with such a passion and love that if Sebastian was there, he would have thrown Daniel down the stairs. The group of friends were more than thankful that tomorrow they didn’t need to drive. As Daniel continued talking about her, Max felt mischievous, he picked the phone up and called her.

She was sipping a very awful coffee in hospital when her phone ranged and Max’s name showed up, they had spoken few times but a call at this time of the night was bizarre. She answered the phone, she heard someone shushing her and next thing she heard was Daniel’s voice. In that moment she truly realized how much she missed him. Even his voice sounded so good and she felt like she could cry when she heard him laughing. She then realized he was talking about the day they met “Man I really wish she could be here for the race you know?” That sentence was the best thing she has ever heard, maybe after all people were right and she needed to speak with him. In that moment she finally realized what would make her happy.

Max left the room to speak with her without anyone noticing “was that enough confirmation for you to decide what you wanna do?”

“Maximillian, fuck you and thank you”

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RIVALS - PG10

Pierre Gasly x Reader

N/a : Enemies to lovers, ele se apaixona primeiro, leitora da redbull, brigas bobas ou nem tanto, descrições de crise de pânico, Pierre ciumento, Platonic! Lewis x Reader.

O final da temporada de 2022 foi motivo de ansiedade para os fãs da Red Bull quando Sergio Perez anunciou que estaria se aposentando, criando imensas dúvidas sobre quem ficaria com o assento livre, a falta de uma nota criou ainda mais ansiedade, as especulações do público e da mídia eram diversas, mas um nome recorrente foi Pierre Gasly, mesmo que seu contrato com a AlphaTauri já assinado por mais dois anos.

Por um momento Pierre até se permitiu pensar nessa possibilidade, criar esperanças de voltar a correr na equipe, de provar seu valor, mas isso foi quebrado quando o Twitter da RedBull e da F1 afirmaram que já tinham assinado com um motorista que seria novo no grid.

A nova motorista da RedBull era Beetle como fora apelidada, era ex-piloto das series w, tendo vencido o campeonato de 2022. ela ficou surpresa ao ser procurada pela RedBull, mas aceitando dois dias depois, o processo seria longo e ela sabia disso, o mundo nunca foi fácil pra mulheres, e nesse esporte ela via isso claramente todos os dias.

BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX 2023

A primeira corrida da temporada estava próxima do inicio, apenas a alguns minutos de acontecer, Beetle teve uma má qualificação por seu pneu traseiro estar solto a fazendo girar na pista, ficando assim em P16 logo atrás de Pierre, ela podia sentir a pressão de estar atrás da pessoa que todos queriam que tivesse no lugar dela rastejar sob sua pele, o seu sangue esquentando com a ideia de fracassar em sua estreia, os repórteres fazendo uma força pra isso acontecer, as críticas duras inundavam a cabeça da mulher que tentava controlar a respiração no calor da pista.

" Hey" um toque no ombro da motorista a fez sair de seus pensamentos, vendo Lewis com um olhar preocupado " Não fique nervosa, você foi ótima nos treinos, só teve má sorte nas qualificações" o mesmo sorri ao vê-la enfim relaxar sob o toque.

" Sim, obrigada Lewis, é só estressante, parece que o mundo todo quer que eu perca esse assento" os olhos do homem a prenderam enquanto ele negava.

" Pode apostar que tem muitas pessoas torcendo para que você fique, eu sou um deles, te espero no topo do grid " apertando fracamente o ombro da mulher Lewis se sente feliz ao vê-la sorrindo.

" Eu espero ".

Max também passou cumprimentando a companheira de equipe que fez o mesmo com um leve sorriso.

Os olhos de Pierre e Beetle se cruzam a fazendo engolir em seco, o olhar do mesmo parecia indecifrável, fugindo dos olhos azuis ela coloca sua balaclava , capacete e enfim entra no carro.

" Radio check Beetle" .

" Opa" a mesma responde seu engenheiro enquanto firma o cinto de segurança e se ajeita no carro se preparando para volta de exibição.

Quando as luzes vermelhas se apagaram Beetle se sentiu relaxar e focar todos os seus sentidos, sua largada foi boa em conjunto da de Pierre que avançou duas posições com ela em sua traseira o seguindo, os dois seguiram ultrapassando mais 3 carros, a primeira curva se aproximava rapidamente.

"P11, boa largada Beetle, mantenha o ritmo depois da curva e preserve os pneus" o engenheiro de Beetle falava com ela com animação na voz.

A curva foi apertada, mas Beetle conseguiu passar por fora de Pierre, se protegendo bem nas próximas duas curvas, Beetle conseguiu pôr um pouco de distancia entre eles enquanto ultrapassa os pilotos na frente.

" Continue empurrando Beetle, Russel na frente em P4, você está indo muito bem" o engenheiro continuava a aconselhar a mulher que continuava a empurrar o máximo que podia, seu corpo resistindo a velocidade.

Chegando perto da curva 14 Beetle decide tentar enganar Russel, abrindo distancia e a fechando onde se deveria frear, ultrapassando a Mercedes por fora ela empurra seu carro em direção a bandeira quadriculada.

" P4 Beetle, Parabéns garota, estou orgulhoso de você" a garota enfim soltou o ar que prendia gritando feliz.

O corpo da mulher parecia pesado, a força da primeira corrida acabando em seus ossos.

" Gente eu preciso de ajuda, meus braços estão mortos" logo uniformes pretos apareceram correndo em direção a mulher que riu ao ser tirada do carro com cuidado e logo ser abraçada pelos engenheiros que gritavam felizes.

" Parabéns motorista do dia, isso foi insano" George apareceu abraçando a piloto que riu.

" Você me deu uma dor de cabeça lascada George " sorrindo a mesma segue o piloto da Mercedes em direção a sala de descanso antes de iniciar a mídia pós corrida.

Ao chegar lá ela ouve aplausos dos outros pilotos, sorrindo levemente a mesma acena em brincadeira, seus olhos encontram novamente com os azuis de Pierre, mas isso não dura muito quando o francês vira a cara depois de revirar os olhos.

" Eu te disse Bee" Lewis brinca chamando a atenção da mulher " por pouco você não me alcança" o britânico entrega uma garrafinha de água já aberta.

" Me sinto fraca, isso foi exaustivo" ela ri da empolgação que cruzou o rosto de George.

" Na próxima eu ganho" diz o mais alto batendo o ombro com a mulher que revira os olhos em brincadeira.

SAUDI ARABIAN GRAND PRIX 2023 Após as qualificações os dois pilotos da RedBull descansavam a noite no quarto de Beetle, apenas jogando conversa fora, até Max receber uma mensagem.

" Vamos logo Beetle, vai ser legal e bom você fazer amizades com os outros pilotos, Daniel disse que Lando estava pulando que nem uma criança quando leu que você estaria na F1 " Max olhava da porta para mais nova deitada na cama mexendo no celular.

" Eu não sei Max, mais de 10 pilotos em um único quarto de hotel não me parece um lugar muito confortável de se estar".

" Cala boca, vamos, por bem ou por mal, você que escolhe" cruzando os braços Max espera a garota calçar seus vans e ir até ele revirando os olhos " Beetle, você é exatamente como uma adolescente revoltada".

" Isso deve ser seu carma " a garota diz trancando a porta com Max que a seguia até o elevador, o loiro aperta o botão chamando o elevador enquanto revira os olhos para a mulher.

" Que bicho te mordeu ? Tem haver com aquela mancha de café naquele moletom seu ? " Max vê a mulher bufar raivosamente.

" Sim Max, meu moletom preferido foi arruinado por um francês idiota que se acha superior a Deus e o mundo" Max levanta as sobrancelhas pela explosão repentina.

" Você sabe que dá pra lavar né? " o homem fala.

" Sim Max, mas não é isso que importa, foda-se a mancha, o problema é o que ele fez em relação a isso".

" Charles foi mal com você ?".

" Charles é monegasco, Pierre é francês e um cuzão, ele trombou em mim de propósito, se recusou a pagar pelo meu brownie que ele derrubou, foi grosseiro e riu da minha cara".

" Isso não parece algo que Pierre faria sendo sincero" a menina concorda indignada.

" Eu sei, isso só me deixa mais puta, oque eu fiz pra ser tratada assim" .

" Talvez você devesse tentar conversar e esclarecer os fatos" Max parecia um psicólogo falando seriamente para garota " ou você pode chutar as bolas dele e rir enquanto ele se contorce no chão" isso soou como algo que Max faria, a garota sorriu espelhando a ação do companheiro de equipe.

" Gostei da última opção, mas vou tentar a primeira para o bem da nação Redbull Racing " Max apenas negou ainda rindo enquanto os dois saiam para o andar da cobertura, o homem bateu na porta que logo foi aberta por Charles que sorriu ao ver a mulher".

" Beetle! você veio! " o monegasco a abraça e logo a deixa entrar enquanto ele e Max fazem um aperto de mãos.

" Beetle , venha se sentar aqui" a mulher olha para onde a voz vem no grande quarto, e vê Daniel acenando do lado de fora da sacada, uma sacada imensa na verdade.

" Oi " a voz da mulher é tímida enquanto cumprimenta os outros motoristas que acenam a cumprimentando de volta, Daniel logo se levanta abraçando a mais nova que escolhe se sentar ao lado de Seb e Mick que sorriem da companhia .

" É bom ter você aqui Beetle " Lando se manifesta " Sua primeira corrida foi muito boa, sério, acho que você pode até mesmo concorrer para o mundial" o garoto fala animadamente.

" Lando, se sua intenção é fazer Beetle sair correndo daqui você esta indo muito bem " Charles provoca.

" Calma gente, ele está apenas conhecendo o crush supremo dele " George brinca recebendo um soco no braço do outro britânico.

" Não é verdade Beetle, eu prometo".

" Lewis vêm ? " a mulher pergunta sentindo falta do outro britânico e tentando mudar de assunto

" Temo que não" Pierre responde surpreendendo a mulher que acena, ela ainda pensava no ocorrido daquela manhã, mas a voz dele ainda parecia ríspida.

" Então, Christian já surtou com você na sala ?" Sebastian provoca sabendo de alguns boatos.

" Se com surtar você quer dizer ele quase morrer sufocado de tanto gritar, é acho que sim" a mulher diz se soltando aos poucos.

" Christian finalmente achou alguém que ele goste mais do que ele gosta de mim, sério ele quase bateu a cabeça no pitwall quando viu que o pneu da Beetle tava solto".

" Isso sim é chocante " Carlos aparece com três cervejas na mão entregando duas delas para os pilotos da Redbull, só assim fazendo Beetle perceber que todos tinham cervejas.

" Marko gosta de você também? " Yuki pergunta se lembrando de como o velho podia ser rude.

" Ele me odeia até o último fio de cabelo que resta nele " a piloto fala bebendo um gole da cerveja.

" Sério ?" George olha pra mesma" como você vai ficar na RedBull com aquele velho te odiando?" .

" É uma pergunta que venho me fazendo cada vez mais, no primeiro erro ele vai fazer minha caveira pra me chutarem de lá" ela encosta no sofá sendo consolada por Mick que era um amigo dos tempos de Kart.

" Não acho que ele pode fazer isso ? Ele não pode né ? " Mick olha pra Seb que sobe os ombros em dúvida.

" Ninguém pode ir contra Helmut, ele é bom em descobrir talentos, mas é um machistinha de merda" Daniel responde sabendo bem os motivos de Marko odiar a garota.

" Isso é verdade, ele sempre falou merda sobre a liga feminina de pilotos nas outras fórmulas" Pierre comenta, todos os ex-pilotos da academia da RBR concordando " Mas se Horner tem tanto carinho por você duvido que você saia no meio da temporada" .

" Mas fique tranquila Beetle, você tem sua rede de segurança dos rebaixados da RedBull " Alex brinca solidário a fazendo rir em descontração.

" Agora caros pilotos, depois dessa rápida conversa sobre o futuro de nossa pequena Beetle, vamos jogar Monopoly" Daniel se levanta fazendo gestos expressivos e levantando a caixa " E temos dinheiro extra, pois somos milionários".

" Acho que Daniel quer que nos matamos pra ele ter mais espaço pra correr com a tartaruga azul dele " Lance brinca.

" Diz o cara na tartaruga verde" Ocon decide defender seu companheiro de equipe.

" É fica na sua filho de papai " Daniel fala fazendo todos rirem, até mesmo Lance que levanta as mão em rendição.

A bebida agiu rápido no sistema de Beetle, ela se sentia tonta e após ouvir de Pierre que ele estaria saindo ela aproveitou a deixa pra sair também e tentar conversar com o francês, o que ela não planejava era que ao olhar para o rosto de Pierre no elevador ela sentisse a mágoa de seu moletom preferido arruinado de volta em seu coração, não segurando seu olhos e os revirando.

" Você é muito esnobe para alguém que acabou de chegar Beetle" Pierre sente seu sangue fervendo rapidamente vendo a postura enojada da mulher.

" Isso é o melhor que você pode fazer ? Acho que talentosa encaixaria melhor na hora de me descrever, mas isso queimaria sua língua não ?"

" Talvez Marko esteja sendo sensato em te odiar" as palavras de Gasly deixam um gosto amargo na boca de Beetle, a mulher começando a se questionar se Pierre não a queria ali por um motivo pessoal.

Mais nada é dito, as últimas palavras pesam no ar, as inseguranças de Beetle surgindo aos poucos na mente dela, o medo de ser expulsa, de errar, medo de até mesmo Pierre não a querer ali por ser mulher, isso apenas soa muito pior que qualquer outra coisa, mas é a única coisa plausível que Beetle pode pensar agora, o pensamento se fixando na cabeça da mulher aos poucos.

Na manhã da corrida Max e Daniel podiam sentir a tensão vinda da mulher, que se alongava se preparando pra corrida.

" Oque aconteceu afinal, ontem você não disse uma única palavra sobre o que aconteceu pra você ir embora mais cedo, logo depois do Pierre, sério, não dá pra você correr nesse nervo " Max olhava pra mulher que não parecia ter a intenção de dar alguma resposta.

" Talvez alguns beijinhos com o nosso menino francês tenham a feito se apaixonar " Danny brincou rindo, mas logo se viu engolindo seco quando um olhar mortal foi direcionado a ele.

" Que aquele bastardo se foda " o veneno se infiltrou nas palavras da mulher, Max arregalando os olhos ao ver a raiva da outra " Mais uma palavra sobre isso e teremos problemas Verstappen" ainda se concentrando no alongamento a mulher dizia as palavras.

" Os pneus de Gasly e Beetle se tocam, os dois rodam para fora da pista direto para o cascalho, os dois batem na barricada, o carro de Beetle é espremido entre a barreira e o carro de Pierre, Isso é uma bandeira amarela, Pierre está saindo do carro, ele parece furioso, parece que o motor de Beetle esta soltando muita fumaça, ela parece estar tendo dificuldade pra sair" o comentarista dita cada movimento entre os dois motoristas.

" Esse idiota, ele não se lembra da porra das regras, um carro de distancia seu imbecil" a voz feminina esbraveja no rádio, antes de ser cortada ao ela sair do carro.

" Que merda ela ta pensando fazendo uma ultrapassagem dessas, ela quer matar nós dois, é isso" Pierre tinha seu sotaque em cada palavra raivosa.

" Isso parece ruim, os dois estão claramente alterados" continuando o homem é interrompido pelo outro comentarista.

" Eles parecem estar discutindo, com direito a empurrões e dedos na cara, isso sim é família RBR " os dois pilotos gritavam um com o outro.

" Inconsequente, é isso que você é, oque tem na cabeça pra fazer algo assim".

" Você não me deu o espaço de um carro, Pierre, o único errado é você, se seu carro não suporta uma luta é melhor ficar fora dela ".

" Eu não sou o único que estava no final, caso não tenha percebido, inteligente " o sarcasmo pingava da língua de Pierre.

" Eu tinha acabado de trocar os pneus seu imbecil, você é o retardatário aqui" tirando o capacete e a balaclava a mulher vira as costas andando em direção aos pits com Pierre em seu alcanço.

" Isso só mostra o quão inconsequente voc�� é Beetle, seus pneus ainda estavam frios"

" Foi você que errou quando não me cedeu a passagem, eu estava na frente, règles, Pierre, connaissez-vous ce mot? ( regras Pierre, você conhece essa palavra? ) " .

" Melhor que que você com certeza " mesmo surpreso pelo francês cheio de sotaque da mulher que entrou nas instalações da RedBull após dar a ele um dedo do meio.

As entrevistas de Pierre e Beetle se iniciara, a fileira de reportes não poupou palavras sobre o ocorrido.

" O que houve na corrida, Beetle ? De quem foi o erro que causou o acidente? " o jornalista questiona a mulher que suspira pesado, essa sendo a terceira vez que essa pergunta era feita, e ela sabia que não seria a última.

" Para mim foi claramente uma serie de erros de Pierre, ele não ceder o lugar, querer disputar uma posição inexistente, não dar espaço na ultrapassagem, é, acho que isso são alguns dos motivos " .

" Como a amizade sua e de Beetle lidam com essa competitividade ?" a reporte pergunta a Pierre que sorri com escárnio.

" Que amizade? Não há o que ser danificado se isso não existe" a reporte pareceu surpresa com a resposta do francês, logo gaguejando uma próxima pergunta.

" Mas como sendo da mesma montadora imagino que por trabalho devem ter um bom relacionamento" a mulher argumenta enquanto Pierre assente preguiçosamente.

" Trabalho nem sempre é divertido, e nem é obrigatório gostar de companheiros de equipe " o mesmo se despede indo para próxima entrevista.

Mais tarde os dois pilotos foram penalizados por suas ações na pista e fora dela, a agressividade não foi algo que agradou os times e a FIA, sendo assim na próxima corrida os dois começariam no fundo do grid, não é preciso informar que as brigas continuaram nos bastidores das corridas seguintes.

EMILIA ROMAGNA GRAND PRIX 2023 " Essa corrida promete para os fãs dá RedBull que vem acompanhando uma inimizade crescente entre os pilotos das duas equipes que a empresa administra" o comentarista pontua após ver o carro da AlphaTauri sendo mostrado nas imagens. " Sim, ainda mais depois das imagens de Christian Horner tendo uma conversa a sós com Franz Tost e logo depois com nossa piloto favorita no momento Beetle". " Acho que com a melhora do carro da AlphaTauri Pierre tem uma chance de luta com a Beetle que parece ter um problema com o carro dela".

"Beetle acabou de girar na pista, com esse tempo de chuva eu fico até surpreso que ela tenha demorado tanto, ainda mais como uma iniciante nessa pista e na categoria". " Acho que é claro o nosso favoritismo, uma pena pra RedBull, ela perdeu a possibilidade de um pódio girando nessas últimas 5 voltas, e agora ela está disputando posição com um carro da AlphaTauri, é o Gasly, ele ta mantendo ela atrás, ela passou, ele bobeou e ela conseguiu, mas ele ta muito perto, parece que ele vai tentar, Pierre esta na frente de novo, mas vamos lembrar que Beetle tem penalidade de 10 segundos por ter esbarrado no Sainz saindo do PitStop, ela tem que ultrapassar e tentar ganhar distância se quiser manter esse lugar". " O carro da RedBull ta sofrendo até mesmo nas retas, isso não é bom pra Beetle, sendo sincero acho que ela fica atrás até mesmo do Ricciardo que vem atrás dos dois pilotos".

" Beetle ultrapasse e ganhe distância, Daniel está se aproximando demais de vocês dois" o engenheiro aconselha Beetle que grita de frustração.

" Como é que eu vou ultrapassar, o carro não mantêm ritmo, ela tá ruim até nas merdas das retas, como é para mim vencer nesse carro Jon" Empurrando mais e mais a piloto não poupa palavras descarregando sua raiva e frustração no rádio.

" P7 Beetle, desculpe pela corrida de hoje" a mulher prefere não responder, apenas saindo do carro em silencio e respirando fundo, ela se encaminha até onde Max que comemora com a equipe por mais um pódio.

"Maxi " sorrindo pro holandês a mulher o abraça sendo retribuída com carinho.

"Beetlebee".

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" E parece que é mais um DNF para a RedBull, o carro de Beetle esta encostado, isso é uma bandeira amarela para os pilotos".

" Isso vai beneficiar muito o Sainz para batalhar pelo 1 lugar que Russel tem segurado a mais da metade da corrida".

"Beetle, não vai fazer mal, Penélope na verdade iria adorar ver você de novo" Kelly diz para a mais nova que nega.

" Não estou no clima, mas obrigada pelo convite, na próxima eu juro que vou" Beetle nega o convite para um jantar com Kelly, Max e Penélope.

Depois de terminar seus compromisso de mídia e discussões sobre a corrida ela foi liberada, demorando mais que o normal tentando deixar tudo claro com os engenheiros.

" Beetle, seus resultados não tem sido bons o suficiente, esse é seu primeiro chamado, mas dois e você está fora" Marko para a mulher mais nova antes de ela ir para o estacionamento, a deixando antes que ela possa sequer pensar em uma resposta.

A ansiedade tomavam conta do corpo da piloto que tentava respirar fundo e negar seus pensamentos negativos enquanto se afastava da pista indo para o hotel, parando no estacionamento subterrâneo tendo a sorte de não trombar com ninguém, as lágrimas sendo algo que só ela saberia.

O elevador parou no térreo, e ela sentiu seu coração pesar, Pierre entrou no elevador vendo Beetle se encolhendo, os olhos sendo cobertos pelo boné RedBull, mas ele notou algo errado, as mãos pequenas segurando a própria calça jeans com força, os ombros encolhidos e tensionados, as respirações curtas e pesadas.

" Beetle " o homem tentou puxar levemente o casaco azul apenas para afastar sua mão ao ouvir o soluço alto.

" Eu não posso agora Pierre, guarde seus comentários sórdidos pra si mesmo " o coração do francês se apertou como louco ao ver a mulher tremer, finalmente vendo as lágrimas que escorriam pelas bochechas vermelhas causadas pelo choro.

"Beetle não, eu não vou falar nada" o andar de Beetle se aproximava cada vez mais rápido, Pierre estando no mesmo, tentando se aproximar novamente, Pierre morde a bochecha tendo sua mão empurrada pelas mãos frias da piloto da RedBull, que finalmente olhou pra ele.

" Pare! pare com isso, eu não posso, não quero" Pierre não entendia, aquela visão o feriu tão fundo, muito mais que tudo que ele já tinha passado.

Pierre sentia seu coração doer, doendo com a visão dos olhos vermelhos e cheios de lágrimas que não paravam de escorrer pelo rosto avermelhado de Beetle, doendo pelas palavras de dor que ela lançava na direção dele

As portas se abriram e Beetle não pensou duas vezes antes de correr do elevador, Pierre correu atrás da mulher, puxando o braço de Beetle com força quando ela tentou resistir ao toque.

" Me solta, não me toca, você tá me machucando" não ouvindo nem um dos pedidos Pierre puxa Beetle para si, a abraçando com força, sentindo seu coração doer ainda mais ao ouvir o choro aumentar, os soluços tão sentidos.

" Beetle, vai ficar tudo bem, eu não vou te deixar assim" Pierre guia Beetle para o quarto dela, pegando o cartão chave e abrindo a porta, ainda a abraçando ele senta no sofá, ele nem sabia por que se importava, por que queria ter certeza que ela ficaria bem.

Quando o choro enfim cessou Pierre ainda era agarrado firmemente por Beetle que respirava fundo, as vezes fungando no peito do francês.

" Você tinha razão eles vão me tirar, vou perder meu assento, Helmut fez questão de deixar isso claro" a voz rouca foi uma das consequências do choro agoniante.

" Eles não podem, você é estupidamente boa para ser descartada tão facilmente" as palavras saíram sem nem um esforço da boca de Pierre.

" Você foi tirado, e você é ótimo Pierre, eu não quero perder isso" as lágrimas voltam e Pierre não se segura ao abraçar a mulher que dessa vez passa seus braços em volta do pescoço de Pierre, seu rosto encontrando abrigo no lugar.

" Você não vai Beetle, não desista mon cher ( minha querida) " Pierre se viu afagando as costas de Beetle até a respiração dela se estabilizar, se levantando com ela em seu colo ele a deixa na cama a cobrindo com o cobertor, respirando fundo ele liga pra Charles depois de deixar uma nota ao lado de um copo de água.

" Charles, eu, a gente pode conversar um pouco?".

"Pierre? Você está bem? sua voz... ".

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Faltavam poucas corridas para a pausa de verão, Pierre sentia que algo estava diferente em relação a Beetle, talvez fosse pela brincadeira constante dos pilotos em relação a ele ficar irritado tão facilmente quando ela estava envolvida ou ele não se esquecer do rosto bonito vermelho com lágrimas o molhando.

Beetle se sentia da mesma forma, seu corpo formigando com os sentimentos que passavam por baixo de sua pele, alimentando suas dúvidas sobre Pierre, se lembrando do toque, e das palavras de afirmação que a acalmaram não só no dia, mas nos que se seguiram.

O grid estava cheio de pessoas antes da corrida, os pilotos estavam reclusos em uma sala em espera, onde câmeras não eram permitidas, a cobertura ajudava com os ventos gelados, mas Beetle ainda se sentia arrependida de não ter pego seu casaco da RedBull, ela se encontrava isolada dos outros pilotos, era como uma superstição, algo que a acalmava e que lhe dava a sensação de corrida tranquila, um vento forte a distrai, seus ossos tremem, se abraçando ela tenta se proteger.

Um casaco já aquecido é posto nos ombros da mulher, que olha para o lado vendo o homem loiro desviar o olhar.

" Você não deveria " a voz dela foi a mais calma direcionada a ele em muito tempo.

" Mas eu quero, já estou aquecido" a respiração de Pierre se prende ao cruzar o olhar com a mulher que assente vestindo a jaqueta, o mesmo sentimento afetando seu coração " você deveria mantê-lo até a hora de dirigir, ficar doente esse mês está fora de questão para qualquer um de nós".

Pierre sente seu corpo formigar ao vê-la acenar em concordância, seus olhos se encontram novamente, mas os sentimentos expressados nos olhares são confusos demais para ambos entenderem.

" Eu não sei se, não sei se consigo continuar com essas discussões, não depois daquela noite".

Se sentindo entorpecido Pierre sente vontade de responder a mulher, apenas para ser interrompido por um funcionário, os lábios do francês se pressionam em uma linha reta e ele apenas acena para Beetle.

" A corrida inicia em 3, vão para seus carros" o contato é quebrado quando os dois motoristas se separam indo para suas posições no grid, Pierre havia se qualificado bem ficando em P7 e Beetle em P5, antes de entrar no carro a mulher não se segurou e olhou para o carro de Pierre, os dois mantiveram contato visual e depois acenaram com um pequeno movimento de cabeça.

" Você pode por no meu quarto ? " Beetle entrega o casaco na mão de seu treinador que segura um sorriso ao ver a mercadoria da AlphaTauri.

" Claro Bee, boa corrida, dê o seu melhor" a mesma sorriu vestindo seu equipamento de proteção e logo entrando no carro da RedBull.

" P4 Beetle, bom trabalho, se alinhe no box" a mulher solta um suspiro de frustração, ela tinha uma boa posição, mas o carro continuava a lutar contra ela.

A mulher sai do carro e logo retira seu capacete e balaclava, seus passos a guiando ate Max que comemorava a vitória, os dois se abraçaram com força.

" Você foi muito bem BeetleBee " Max brinca fazendo a outra rir.

" Você foi mais que bem Max, seria isso mais um mundial ?"

" Eu ficaria feliz se fosse seu" Max sussurrou baixo vendo os olhos femininos se arregalarem.

" Max" um engenheiro chama o homem que deixa a mulher com apenas um tapinha no ombro indo para o pódio, a mulher foi direcionada para a pesagem vendo Pierre que sorria.

" Bom trabalho Pierre " as palavras foram curtas e ansiosas da parte da mulher, enquanto o homem se sentia aquecer com as palavras.

" Confesso que terei pesadelos com sua asa traseira, Bee " o apelido derivado fez a outra se sentir sem reação, mas logo um sorriso tomou conta do rosto da mulher.

" Acho que você quis dizer sonho Gasly, não pesadelo " o homem riu ao ser zombado.

" Sendo sincero eu também não consigo mais Bee" a mulher engoliu em seco ao ouvir as palavras sussurradas pelo francês que de repente tinha um tom mais sério em sua voz, ela não pode deixar de desconfiar do quão fácil as coisas estavam seguindo em relação ao homem.

" Pergunta para Pierre, você vem se classificando cada vez melhor, seria isso uma pausa para má sorte da AlphaTauri ? " a entrevista com os cinco primeiros colocados estava pacata, Lewis e Beetle brincavam de pedra, papel, tesoura de baixo da mesa, mas ouvir o nome do francês a mulher se atrapalhou, fazendo Lewis sorrir sorrateiro.

" A equipe tem trabalhado duro para fazer um carro melhor, acho que essas classificações são uma consequência disso" os braços cruzados de Pierre acentuavam os músculos por baixo da camiseta, e Beetle não pode segurar seu olhar, subindo pelo peitoral ela se viu perdida no pescoço e maxilar de Pierre, mas logo seus olhos voltam pra mesa, não querendo causar suspeitas.

" Beetle, hoje assim como na última corrida o carro não parece bom, os engenheiros já acharam o problema?" o jornalista olhava pra mulher que coça o pescoço pensando na resposta.

" Estamos trabalhando nisso " ela respondeu e permaneceu quieta.

" Max, você pensa que Beetle possa algum dia ser o companheiro de equipe perfeito ? " uma repórter pergunta do fundo da sala.

" Acho que ela já é uma companheira de equipe perfeita, assim como ela é uma ótima rival, ela é tudo que uma equipe pode sonhar em ter, RedBull seria burra em deixar ela ir ".

" Então a jaqueta da AlphaTauri usada hoje no inicio da corrida não significa uma mudança de equipe? " A repórter sorri .

" É minha jaqueta da sorte" a piloto brinca .

" Então você se considera fã do número 10 ? " Lewis e George sorriem ao ouvirem a pergunta.

" Hum, eu gosto desse número, é uma pena que já esteja em uso " a mulher se sente confiante em mandar uma piscadela ao francês que tem suas bochechas vermelhas em resposta.

" Isso não vai acontecer tão cedo " Pierre se pronuncia olhando para a mulher sentada ao seu lado, ele podia sentir o calor que ela emanava, e o cheiro de um perfume cítrico que a adornava, aos poucos a proximidade o deixava viciado nas novas descobertas.

" Você tem coisas pra me contar mocinha" Lewis sussurra no ouvido da mulher ao seu lado, quando outra pergunta é direcionada a Max que suspira antes de responder.

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" Você realmente deveria vir Beetle, Max vai e Lewis também" Daniel olhava pra mulher com olhos de cachorrinho.

" Max me falou que não vai, Penélope tem uma apresentação de balé na semana da viagem, ele nunca falta nas apresentações dela" Daniel suspira alto.

" Por favor, Lando e George ficariam felizes se você fosse, ficar reclusa durante a pausa de verão é deprimente" .

" Eu não iria ficar reclusa, estava pensando em visitar meus pais, mas vou pensar no convite e te respondo depois" Daniel se sente feliz por conseguir algum avanço.

" Então eu te espero no voo para Perth junto com os meninos " Daniel sai saltitante em direção a hospitalidade da Alpine.

" Tem certeza que está tudo bem se eu desmarcar minha visita ? " a mulher ouviu o pai rir no telefone.

" Vá se divertir querida, é bom ter amigos no trabalho" uma pausa é feita e uma voz no fundo faz um ruído falando com o homem" Sua mãe pede por fotos ".

"Eu irei mandar centenas então, prometo que na próxima vez eu vou visitar vocês" após se despedir ela finalmente olhar para o homem sentado no sofá de seu motorhome, ele podia ver a cabeça dela começar a procurar por desculpas.

" Perth é incrível, e Daniel se sente nas nuvens sempre que a casa está cheia, é o lugar perfeito pra relaxar, se tudo ficar demais sempre podemos sair mais cedo" se sentando ao lado do britânico ela sente os braços masculinos envolverem seus ombros.

" Isso soa como um bom plano " Hamilton sorri.

" Acho que é pra isso que amigos servem, e eles servem pra incomodar também, Pierre parece mais calmo essas semanas".

" Mesmo ? não prestei atenção nele" a mentira transparecia em cada linha de expressão da mais jovem.

" Jurava que tinha visto os seus olhos nele por todo final de semana" Lewis decidiu que empurrar mais um pouco não faria mal.

" Acho que você precisa de um óculos " se levantando a mulher vai até Roscoe que se anima ao receber carinho " mas sendo sincera, é estranho, ele só me ajudou, e não pediu nada em troca, isso é confuso".

" Talvez ele não seja tão ruim, mal-entendidos acontecem Bee, está tudo bem pra você admitir isso".

" Seria um grande mal-entendido então".

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" P2 Beetle, isso é um P2 para você , seu primeiro pódio não podia ser mais bonito " a voz de Christian Horner soou nos fones da mulher que comemorava feliz.

" Obrigada pela oportunidade, desculpe por não ser mais cedo " as palavras saiam chorosas pelo rádio, ao encostar ao lado do carro de Max ela não tem muito tempo antes de ser abraçada com força pelo companheiro de equipe .

" Eu sabia que seria hoje" a mulher ria enquanto escutavas gritos de todos os lados, logo se afastando e indo correndo até os engenheiros que gritavam o nome da mesma como torcedores fanáticos.

" Pierre isso é um P3, está acontecendo " o engenheiro de Pierre falava no rádio, Gasly conseguia ouvir os gritos do time no fundo.

" Obrigada, obrigada por acreditarem que eu conseguiria, como Yuki está indo ? Eu ainda não consigo acreditar"

" P6, logo ele finalizara a corrida, aproveite seu momento Pierre" Pierre sente seu coração pular ao encostar o carro e ver seu time vibrando ao lado da equipe Redbull que parecia fazer um alto burburinho pelo local.

A celebração da última corrida antes da pausa parecia insana, os gritos das duas equipes e seus fãs, o hino holandês tinha acabado a pouco, olhando para o homem de terno que entregava o troféu de terceiro lugar para Pierre a mulher sorri, ela sabia que isso significava muito, o homem tinha um grande sorriso e lágrimas nos olhos, a emoção percorrendo suas expressões.

Ela sente seu coração apertar ao sentir o peso de seu próprio troféu, lágrimas escapavam de seus olhos enquanto ela levantava o mesmo escutando gritos dos torcedores, seus olhos vão até seu companheiro de equipe que sorria pra ela, e logo os olhos de Pierre se encontram com os seus, uma faísca diferente do normal brilha em ambos os olhos, a ansiedade se manifesta mais forte em ambos com o choque dos olhares.

O champanhe molha tudo que toca, as risadas dos três deveriam ser eternizadas, o gosto do álcool dança na boca da mulher que ri ao participar de um abraço triplo, seu corpo queimando onde o toque de Pierre persistiu, a proximidade apenas a atraindo mais e mais.

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Ao chegar na área privada do aeroporto Beetle olha em volta confusa, tentando achar os pontos de localização que Daniel havia passado a ela, mas um quase grito escapa de sua garganta quando Charles Leclerc a toca pra chamar a sua atenção.

" Perdida ? " ele brinca rindo do susto da outra, que comprime os lábios segurando o sorriso.

" Perdida é pouco, Daniel é horrível para dar instruções" Charles concorda com olhos arregalados.

" Eu sei, na primeira vez que vim aqui, eu fiz o voou atrasar uma hora porque ninguém conseguia me achar, tiveram que pedir ajuda dos seguranças" a risada dela foi alta.

"Deve ter sido tão constrangedor" .

" Foi péssimo, tiraram fotos do meu desespero, jurei nunca mais confiar em Daniel para essas coisas, Pierre é o melhor para dar instruções "Os dois pilotos começam a andar lado a lado enquanto conversam sobre as equipes, carros e temporadas passadas, a mulher sempre se agitando ao ouvir o nome de Gasly.

Ao se aproximar do portão para o avião Beetle viu Pierre distraído em seu celular, um suspiro não pode ser segurado ao ver o quão confortável ele parecia em uma calça moletom cinzas e uma camiseta apertada branca, uma mochila pequena descansava aos pés dele.

Charles sorriu vendo a mulher suspirar, sabendo que a reação de seu amigo seria a mesma em relação a ela.

Pierre olhou para cima ao ouvir passos, vendo Charles acompanhado de Beetle que olhava pra ele com um olhar neutro, seu peito se encheu de ar ao vê-la com um vestido de verão curto floral, era raro as situações em que a motorista mostrava um pouco de pele, e com isso ele sentiu o ar fugir de si, e os sentimentos se acumularem como um garoto no colegial.

" Oi, você chegou cedo " Charles começa quando os três estão próximos o suficiente.

" Você que está atrasado " Pierre aponta para Charles que dá de ombros para o francês, Pierre acena para Beetle que retribuí com um leve sorriso.

" Tive que ajudar Bee, ela parecia perdida, oque ela estava realmente, não acho que queremos que aqueles episódio aconteça de novo" Charles começa a andar pra dentro do portão.

" Seria um caos " Pierre comenta rindo, andando junto do amigo e perto de Beetle ele sente o perfume feminino que tinha se prendido a sua roupa desde a corrida de Azerbaijão, o perfume que ele tanto sonhava, e que se viu procurando em boutiques tentando poder ter mais do cheiro que aos poucos sumia de suas roupas, era novo pra ele estar tão consciente da presença de alguém, e surpreendente que Beetle seja essa pessoa.

No final do corredor Daniel grita animado quando vê a mulher, correndo na direção da mesma que dá risada se permitindo correr em direção ao australiano que a abraça com força a tirando do chão.

" Eu juro que pensei que você não viria" a mulher revira os olhos em brincadeira.

" Foi por pouco, você é o pior em dar instruções, eu estava tão perdida, Leclerc me salvou" Daniel se finge ofendido " Sério Danny " os dois ficam sérios antes dele sorrir e a abraçar de novo.

" Está anotado Beetle, irei melhorar por você" Daniel jura com a mão sobre o coração.

Pierre não percebeu o quanto tinha apertado sua própria mandíbula até levar uma cotovelada de Charles que nega rindo.

" Sabe, para alguém que diz que não tem nada ali com todas as palavras do mundo, você parece mordido de ciúmes" seguindo até o grupo Charles sorri ao cumprimentar o resto dos pilotos.

Pierre depois da corrida do Canadá tinha se pego reparando na mulher, como ela era honesta e focada no seu trabalho, como ela era gentil e amorosa com fãs e parecia derreter ao ver crianças e cachorros, principalmente Roscoe, outro fato foi perceber o quão próxima ela era de Lewis, o sentimento era claro, mas ele se negava a acreditar.

Ele reparou na pressão que ela carregava, como mulher, como rookie na RedBull, tudo que ela tinha carregar por estar no assento que ela está, muito mais do que ele teve quando estava no assento dela.

No avião a mulher se sentou ao lado de Carlos na frente de Pierre que sentava ao lado de Charles.

" Yuki foi visitar a família ? " a mulher se viu tentando iniciar uma conversa com Pierre que assentiu.

" Sim, ele disse que gostaria de vir, mas estava sentindo muita falta deles, acho que ele conheceu alguma garota, ele está sempre no celular" O loiro fala como um irmão orgulhoso.

" Isso seria uma visão, nosso pequeno Yuki " Charles brinca.

" Uma visão é nossa querida Beetle aqui, nos conte, há alguém ? " Carlos se vira pra mulher que engole em seco.

" Oque, não eu, eu vou falar com Lewis, volto depois " saindo como um sopro a mulher vai pra frente do avião se afastando dos três homens.

" Muito sutil Carlos, muito sutil " Charles negava com a cabeça em descontentamento.

" Você está interessado nela ? " A pergunta escapou dos lábios de Pierre, sua voz soando levemente ríspida com o espanhol.

" Ela é uma mulher bonita, mas a prefiro como amiga, não penso que ela me veja como uma opção, os olhos dela já estão em outra pessoa" a resposta foi tranquilamente respondida fazendo os ombros de Pierre relaxarem e depois tencionarem novamente.

" Em quem que ela está de olho ?" mais uma vez se viu questionando o outro que em vez de uma resposta concreta apenas balançou os ombros não dizendo nada, ao olhar pra Charles ele viu o amigo de infância olhando para o chão.

" Sério Charles você tem que parar de se mexer" Pierre reclama quando o amigo começa a se mexer na poltrona novamente pela décima vez em menos de 1 hora de voo.

" Eu estou acostumado a ficar na janela, assim eu consigo me distrair" Charles resmunga emburrado sabendo que Gasly não desistiria de seu assento na janela.

" Problema é seu" Gasly também emburra quando o mais novo o encara ofendido.

" Por Deus, e eu pensando que eles amadureceriam algum dia" Carlos reclama do lado de Beetle que olha pra cena segurando o riso, mas ao ver que isso podia evoluir para pior ela arruma suas coisas e chama Charles.

" Fica com o meu assento, estou muito cansada pra ficar olhando a paisagem" o Leclerc sorri como uma criança.

" Tem certeza Bee? " era claro que ele não ia negar a oportunidade de se sentar na janela e irritar Carlos.

" Beetle não" Carlos vendo o olhar travesso segura a mão da mulher em desespero.

" Você já é um homem crescido Carlos, consegue lidar com Charles por umas horinhas, não ?" o espanhol engole em seco acenando positivamente, mas ainda hesitou em soltar a mão da mulher que riu com a cara de Charles ao sentar ao lado do companheiro de equipe.

" Tudo bem se eu sentar aqui?" a mulher pergunta vendo o piloto acenar sem nem pensar duas vezes.

" Você quer ficar na janela?" Pierre disse baixo para Charles não escutar oque ele dizia, ela sabia que o monegasco não o deixaria esquecer disso tão cedo.

" Talvez na volta" ela sorriu se sentando e se aconchegando rapidamente.

Charles já começava o álbum de fotos de Pierre e Beetle na viagem, cutucando Carlos pra mostras as fotos dos dois conversando com pequenos sorrisos, os olhos de Pierre brilhavam ao ver o menor indicio de sorriso na outra.

DAY 1

Na manhã seguinte após eles chegarem a grande maioria ainda não tinha acordado, Pierre já estava de pé preparando o café da manhã quando Beetle desceu as escadas.

Ao chegar na cozinha ela viu as costas nuas de Pierre enquanto ele preparava uma grande quantidade de panquecas.

" Você acordou cedo " a voz rouca fez Pierre se virar em surpresa.

" Você também, ainda é muito cedo" o loiro observou a mulher olhar a varanda, o céu estava começando a clarear, ainda demoraria um pouco para o sol nascer, ele não pode deixar de pensar o quão fofa ela parecia, os olhos estavam levemente vermelhos de sono, o cabelo estava bagunçado, e os lábios era vermelhos como morangos maduros .

" Posso ajudar em alguma coisa?" Pierre nega sorrindo, o seu humor parecia muito melhor ao ter a companhia na mulher.

"Não, sente-se, você pode provar as panquecas pra ver se elas estão boas" a mulher sorriu se sentando, logo sendo servida com um prato de panquecas com frutas e uma caneca de café, ela se surpreendeu ao perceber que era exatamente como o que ela fazia todos os dias.

Pierre tinha um olhar conhecedor no seu rosto, ele sorriu ao ouvir o elogio sobre sua comida.

" O carro da AlphaTauri parece melhor a cada corrida" a mesma comenta querendo conversar um pouco mais.

" Sim, é um alivio, você parece mais relaxada na RedBull agora, as coisas estão melhores?" o homem observa ela suspirar se sentando na frente dele com uma caneca de achocolatado.

" É, ainda não me acostumei completamente, nem sei se um dia irei, é muito diferente, e ele sabe como criticar, se você bem me entende " Pierre conhecia o olhar da mulher.

" Ele pode ser uma vadia as vezes " o francês sorri ao ouvi-la rir.

" Sim, caramba ele é realmente uma vadia as vezes" seus olhares se encontraram e as risadas ecoaram pela cozinha.

" Acha que Daniel vai mesmo nos fazer correr trilhas no primeiro dia ?" querendo continuar a ouvir a voz da mais nova ele tenta mais assuntos.

" Espero que não, ainda estou quebrada da corrida, o carro está me matando".

" Sim, eu vi as gravações, parece que ele fica lutando até mesmo nas retas que são os pontos fortes do carro da RedBull".

" Certo? Eu digo pra eles, mas ninguém parece fazer nada, Horner me diz que tem tomado atitudes em relação a isso, mas o carro só parece ficar mais difícil a cada corrida, eu quero dar orgulho pro meu país e pra todas as garotinhas que sonham em estar no meu lugar, mas essa equipe não parece pensar assim " a mulher falou rápido e apenas no final percebeu que nunca tinha dito isso a ninguém " Desculpe, falei demais".

"Nunca Beetle, é bom desabafar, e se minha opinião vale de alguma coisa, você esta indo muito bem, seus resultados podiam ser melhores se eles arrumassem o carro? Sim, mas você é claramente a melhor, no seu ano de estreia você se mantem na área de pontos, ganhou um pódio, e está ativa no campeonato, podendo até mesmo ganhar, você deveria se orgulhar de si mesma" as bochechas da mulher ficaram vermelhas ao ouvir tantos elogios de Pierre " Agora fui eu quem falei demais ".

" Pensei que você me odiava depois de tudo" olhando para as próprias unhas Beetle comenta.

" Acho que nós dois tiramos conclusões precipitadas, eu pensei que você fosse muito esnobe e não queria relação comigo e confesso que eu estava sendo mesquinho, desculpe Beetle, você não merecia nada daquilo" Pierre segura levemente o pulso de Beetle, seus olhos se encontraram enquanto o coração dos dois pulavam em seus peitos, o calor de Pierre era muito comparado ao dela.

" Isso ao mesmo tempo que me faz me sentir aliviada, me faz me sentir mesquinha, isso realmente tinha entrado na minha cabeça, desculpa Pierre, eu fui um pé no saco" rindo envergonhada Pierre sorri.

" Acho que eu também deixei algumas coisas entrarem na minha".

" Amigos então ? " os dois dão as mãos como se firmassem um contrato.

Minutos depois o resto dos pilotos desceu vendo a dupla trocando poucas palavras enquanto a mulher fazia as panquecas e Pierre tirava bolinhos do forno.

" Isso é algo que nunca pensei que veria " Lando brinca enquanto se senta .

" Bom dia pra você Lando " Beetle coloca o prato cheio de panquecas no meio da mesa para os outros se servirem, Pierre faz o mesmo com os bolinhos, na mesa também tinha café, chá, e frutas.

" Obrigada por ter cozinhado" Lewis abraça a mulher deixando um beijo na bochecha antes de se sentar, Pierre se sentou longe da mulher pegando os lugares restantes, ele engoliu em seco vendo Lewis ter um contato tão intimo com Beetle.

" Uh não fui eu, Pierre fez tudo, ele nem queria que eu chegasse perto da frigideira" fazendo biquinho ela pega panquecas de chocolate.

" Qual é gente, uma trilha pequena não vai fazer mal" Daniel insiste fazendo os motoristas mais novos resmungarem.

" Pode ser legal, uma atividade pra deixar todos no mesmo ritmo" Lewis sorri.

" Viu, Lewis concorda, ajuda no jetleg " a garota revira os olhos.

" Não tenho mais idade pra essas coisas" a frase sai mórbida da motorista e Lando não consegue segurar a risada.

" Eu voto sim" George levanta a mão, logo Lando faz o mesmo e Charles também.

" A grande maioria vota sim, vamos sair em 40 minutos para voltarmos pro almoço e curtir a tarde na piscina".

" Quem vai fazer o almoço?" Carlos pergunta enquanto todos se levantam para se trocar.

"Michael está vindo mais tarde com a comida".

Após o almoço uma hora foi tirada para um cochilo, Beetle se encontrava do lado de fora em uma sombra, já vestida com sua roupa de banho ela descansava lendo um livro qualquer, ela nem se deu conta quando as palavras se embaralharam e ela adormeceu.

" Acho agora um momento interessante para pontuarmos o quão patético Pierre parece depois de descobrir que ele sempre foi apaixonado por nossa querida Beetle" George começa vendo Pierre se apoiar na borda da piscina admirando a mulher que respirava calmamente no sofá externo.

" Cala boca George, você parecia um cachorrinho chutado quando viu Carmen pela primeira vez" o francês rebateu fazendo bico enquanto encostava a cabeça nos braços e olhava para grama.

" ELE NÃO NEGOU !!!" Charles grita fazendo Pierre o olhar bravo.

" Ela vai acordar desse jeito, idiot ( idiota ) " .

" Vocês se entenderam pelo menos? " Charles continua, querendo mais informações.

Lewis ouvia a conversa enquanto se sentava na borda da piscina deixando apenas as pernas na água.

" Sim, muitos mal-entendidos e frustação no meio do caminho, somos apenas 'amigos' agora como ela diz".

" Uh, isso deve ter sido como um soco, ainda mais de uma mulher como ela" Michael fala.

" Definitivamente " Carlos concorda " mas vamos lembrar que apenas algumas corridas atrás vocês estavam quase arrancando o pescoço um do outro".

" Eu sei, só parece que faz anos que isso aconteceu".

Daniel parecia se preparar para contar uma piada quando Beetle levanta se espreguiçando de seu sono.

" Nunca na minha vida eu escuto vocês, ' Oh a trilha ajuda no jetleg ' meus ovos que ajuda" Beetle apontava acusadoramente para os que estavam na piscina .

" Sim querida eu entedi, na próxima a gente pode ficar na casa assistindo um filme" Lewis sorri tentando amenizar o mau-humor da mulher que continua emburrada " vem nadar, a água está ótima" .

Mais uma vez Pierre sentia o ciúmes do quão próximos os dois pilotos pareciam, a mulher se aproximou de Lewis que estendeu a mão agora já dentro da piscina para ajudar a outra a entrar, a segurando perto quando ela estava completamente dentro da água.

" Isso vai dar merda" Carlos sussurra para Charles que assente imediatamente.

" Mas talvez ajude ele a tomar uma atitude em relação a ela".

DAY 2

Internet era uma merda, e Pierre sentia isso na sua própria pele, queimando como fogo em suas veias ao ver os comentários em como Lewis e Beetle eram fofos juntos na foto em que os dois estão abraçados na piscina, a mulher deixando um selar na bochecha direita do homem, enquanto ele a abraça pela cintura, rolando para baixo tentando se livrar do gosto ruim que isso trazia em sua boca ele apenas se sente mais irritado ao ver mais posts da mulher com os outros pilotos, Daniel tendo mais fotos que qualquer um, uma em particular, onde ela estava ainda com o vestido de verão e os dois seguravam a ponta do vestido para que o vento não levantasse , os sorrisos eram tão genuínos que faziam o estomago dele revirar.

" Pierre" a voz feminina o fez voltar a realidade " oi, quer ir comigo até o mercado? Os meninos se recusaram a me acompanhar, não queria ir sozinha".

" Ahn, claro, vamos de carro?" ele pergunta apenas para ser respondido com um aceno negativo.

" Não, de bicicleta ou skate, você que decide " foi só então que Pierre reparou no Longboard nos pés da mulher.

" Vou de bicicleta, deixe eu apenas calçar meus sapatos e vamos" Pierre percebeu apenas em seu quarto como os sentimentos negativos de raiva sumirão ao ter os olhos dela focado nele, seu coração acelerando com a conversa mais boba.

Ao descer as escadas ele vê a silhueta feminina esperando por ele com um sorriso gentil, o coração dele batia como louco se sentindo o melhor do mundo por ter aquele sorriso pra ele .

" Pronto querido ? " a mulher brinca falando com ele como se fosse uma criança pequena.

" Sim mademoiselle" ( senhorita )Pierre se sente leve, parecia tão natural e correto em sua língua.

" Apenas fique entre minhas pernas, não vou te deixar cair" Pierre tentava convencer a mulher claramente cansada e arrependida de ter vindo com o skate.

" Não sei Pierre" a mulher corou pensando na proximidade que teria com o francês.

" Eu prometo que vou devagar, vamos Bee, vou tomar cuidado" a mulher respira e acena, indo contra seu melhor julgamento ela se senta na bicicleta fincando entre as pernas de Pierre que sorria divertido.

" Já estou arrependida disso" a mesma fala e ouve Pierre gargalhar.

Com o passar dos minutos Beetle se permitiu relaxar no corpo de Pierre enquanto ele passava pelas ruas estreitas de Perth.

" Gente, olhem isso " Lando desce correndo as escada vendo o resto dos motoristas assistindo tv, logo a tela do celular de Lando é compartilhada fazendo os motoristas reclamarem.

" Calma, esses são Pierre e Beetle ?" Carlos aponta vendo a foto que tomava a tela, os dois rindo em cima de uma bicicleta que parecia descer uma ladeira em alta velocidade, a foto obviamente tirada por algum fã e logo saindo em um site de fofoca.

Pierre Gasly e Beetle são avistados em uma ida romântica ao mercado, seria o fim das disputas e um começo de um romance, fontes afirmam que os dois pilotos vem demonstrando afeto nas últimas corridas.

" Okay isso é mentira, mas a foto está uma gracinha" Danny fala dando risadinhas enquanto tirava uma foto da tela e mandava para Max que enviou um emoji vomitando de volta.

" Oque seria uma ida romântica ao mercado ?" Lando se joga no sofá ao lado de Carlos.

" É porque eles provavelmente parecem um casal" George explica.

" Eles realmente parecem um casal, é fofo " Lewis fala.

" Por sinal, você esta sendo mais afetuoso para irritar Pierre ?" Lando pergunta vendo Lewis abrir um sorriso maligno.

" Não exatamente, normalmente sou afetuoso com ela, ela é como uma irmã mais nova pra mim, mas Pierre não sabe disso" Daniel ri alto.

" Essa situação toda parece um carma de vida passada do Pierre" .

Mais tarde naquele mesmo dia Pierre definitivamente amava a internet, seu coração se aquecendo ao ver muitos elogios relacionados a ele e a Bee, como parecia mais certo com ele do que com Lewis ou até mesmo Daniel.

O coração assim como o corpo inteiro de Pierre se sentia quente vendo as fotos tiradas, e ele se sentia bobo ao mesmo tempo por gostar tanto de estar com a mulher que ele tinha a plena certeza que não era alguém bom apenas alguns meses atrás.

DAY 3

Mais um dia Beetle acordava cedo e já podia sentir o cheiro de café sendo preparado, como um deja vu ela vê novamente os músculos expostos de Pierre, dessa vez ela não perde a oportunidade de apreciar a vista antes de anunciar sua presença, mesmo na manhã um pouco fria a pele bronzeada de Pierre trazia uma sensação de calor e ela não pode deixar de imaginar como a pele seria quente contra a sua.

" Acho que temos que parar de nos encontrar assim" a voz foi baixa e não assustou Pierre dessa vez, ele sorriu para a garota, novamente se vendo fascinado pela beleza matinal que ela carregava naturalmente.

" Sinceramente estou começando a pensar que você gosta disso Beetle" o flerte foi involuntário e genuíno, a garota teve suas bochechas rosadas a expondo que talvez ela realmente fizesse.

" Você sonha com isso não? " ele realmente fez.

Um silencio confortável pairou sobre a cozinha, Gasly não tinha feito nada de importante, apenas um café, ele preparou um café para Beetle que agradeceu com um sorriso fazendo as borboletas na barriga de Pierre voarem para todos os lados.

" Eu estava pensando, você quer tomar café na mesa de lá de fora? O nascer do sol aqui é inesquecível " Pierre parecia tímido ao fazer a proposta, mas isso foi embora quando viu o brilho de animação nos olhos da outra mulher.

" Sim, como não pensamos isso no primeiro dia?" Beetle nem pensou antes de segurar na mão e puxa-lo para os sofás do lado de fora.

Pierre viu a silhueta feminina se encolher quando uma brisa particularmente fria passou pelos dois, ele testou as águas para ver se estava tudo bem se aproximar e não percebeu desconforto, se sentando um pouco mais atrás de Beetle, ele puxa o corpo da mulher para seu peito, um alivio o tomou quando ela relaxou se aconchegando em seu peito.

O peitoral de Pierre era quente e confortável, os braços do mesmo pareciam ser feitos para a abraçar e ela se sentiu corar ao perceber isso, se aconchegando ela e Pierre aos poucos começavam a ver o nascer do sol deitados no sofá, os cafés a muito tempo tinham acabado, e a luz do sol começava a esquentar os corpos em conjunto.

" Eu juro já da pra fazer um museu com todas as fotos que eu tenho deles dois" Charles fala depois de tirar umas cinco foto dos pilotos do lado de fora.

" Primeiramente, você tá parecendo um stalker, segundamente, esses dois me dão diabetes, será que quando eles começarem a namorar vai ser pior? " George observava tudo em julgamento.

" Vai ser bem pior, eles vão estar famintos por toques um do outro" Lando fala se jogando no sofá comendo uma torrada.

" Eu nunca vi Pierre assim, ele realmente se apaixonou em um nível nunca presenciado " Daniel fala olhando da janela ao lado de Charles.

" Mas é realmente fofo " Charles fala sorrindo " acho que vai fazer bem pra ele, estar apaixonado deixa as coisas tão bonitas, ele precisa disso depois de tudo que aconteceu, nos ajuda a seguir em frente, a melhorar".

" Christian vai querer morrer quando ele perceber que aquela foto vazada vai provavelmente se tornar comum" Carlos brinca fazendo os outros pilotos rirem.

" Esse é o carma dele " Daniel brinca.

" Carma de quem? " a voz femina faz todos pularem como se estivessem fazendo algo errado.

" Beetle, eu senti saudades, é o meu carma " Norris se levanta correndo e abraçando a mulher com força que dá risada.

" Lando você é realmente estranho" dando tapinhas carinhosos na costas do mais novo ela o empurra para que ele se afaste um pouco " e também um péssimo mentiroso " ela sussurra e depois vai para a cozinha, antes pegando a caneca de Pierre.

O francês olhava para Lando com os olhos semicerrados, o garoto engoliu em seco e foi se sentar ao lado de Carlos que segurava o riso.

DAY 7

" Por que você não entra na piscina sozinha? Lewis sempre te acompanha ou Daniel" Pierre pergunta vendo a mulher passar protetor solar, os dois estavam sozinhos lá fora perto das espreguiçadeiras.

" Ahn, eu meio que não sei nadar, e a piscina é muito funda" a vergonha transparecia nas bochechas vermelhas da mais baixa, Pierre sorriu sentindo seu coração apertar.

" Mesmo? você já tentou aprender? " a mulher acena positivamente.

" Eu falhei miseravelmente tentando, eu queria aprender para ir a praia e nadar, mas não deu certo" ela admite sentindo seu corpo esquentar ao Pierre se aproximar com apenas shorts de banhos cobrindo o corpo.

" Se você estiver disposta eu posso te ajudar" Os olhos de Pierre a traziam segurança e ela acenou sem nem perceber.

" Você está indo muito bem Bee" o homem sorria feliz ao sentir os braços da mulher em volta de seu pescoço, os braços dele se encontrando novamente em volta dela.

" Não minta pra mim, isso realmente cansa" Beetle sentia uma leve inveja de Pierre nem estar perto de se cansar, enquanto ela estava ofegante.

" Eu não estou mentindo, para quem no inicio da manhã não conseguia nem mesmo se manter calma você está indo muito bem mesmo" Beetle corava mas a coragem tomou conta de suas ações, e ela não se importou de deixar um selar na bochecha esquerda de Pierre.

Pierre passou o resto do dia sorrindo, nem mesmo se importando com as provocações de George e Daniel.

A próxima semana passou rápido, o relacionamento de Pierre e Beetle se estabilizou e as magoas pareciam ter sumido, os dois pilotos não foram mais flagrados juntos por nem um fã o que pareceu ter acalmado os boatos, mas Charles definitivamente tinha as provas da mudança de seu relacionamento sendo compartilhada em um grupo de pilotos que estavam empolgados com o inicio de algo mais no grid.

DUTCH GRAND PRIX 2023

" parece que a situação do carro de Beetle realmente foi resolvida, ela esta indo muito bem desde a volta do summer break, ela e Max estão fazendo uma dobradinha incrível não deixando a Ferrari e a Mercedes lutando entre si" o comentarista falava no microfone observando os carros correrem.

" Eu sinceramente estou esperando para ver Max e Beetle batalharem pelo primeiro lugar, os dois pareciam calmos nas entrevistas de ontem, mas essa é a corrida na casa de Max"

" Eu tenho ritmo, peço permissão para disputar o primeiro lugar" Beetle fala com seu engenheiro que a responde rapidamente.

" Permissão concedida, 11 voltas para o final, seus pneus estão bons, mas cuide para que nada de errado" a ansiedade foi clara na voz do homem que fez Beetle sorrir, empurrando mais e mais ela começa se aproximar de Max que começa a se defender.

" P1 Beetle, é uma vitória para você " Jon gritava e logo ouviu o riso feliz em retorno.

" Obrigada equipe, o trabalho duro valeu a pena, Max aquele Bastardo, ele me cansou hoje " a mulher grita indo para onde ela deve parar o carro.

Saindo do carro ela corre para a equipe que a levante em um abraço forte, mas logo ela é puxada por Max que dá risada feliz.

" P1, BeetleBee , parabéns " o abraço de Max é reconfortante, ele se sentia feliz por ela ganhar seu primeiro grande premio, por ela superar as merdas que as vezes aconteciam na equipe.

" Beetle" a garota da risada ao ser abraça por Charles " A mulher que fez história" ele brinca se afastando.

" Parabéns Char " o homem sorri em resposta agradecendo.

" Beetle" a voz masculina chama atenção de Beetle na hora, que se vira para ser recebida em abraço quente.

" Pierre" os sorrisos dos motoristas foram fotografados, mas apenas um abraço e um aperto de mãos foram entregues aos fãs famintos por mais.

Pierre sentiu seu corpo formigar ao assistir a comemoração do pódio pela a tv na sala dos motoristas, as borboletas estavam explodindo dentro de sua barriga, e seu coração se apertando no peito, olhando pra Daniel que assistia a corrida ao seu lado.

" Eu realmente gosto dela" como um suspiro de alivio as palavras finalmente saíram de seus lábios, Daniel arregalou os olhos olhando para Pierre, o olhar do mais velho se suavizou e um sorriso reconfortante apareceu em seus lábios.

Com um leve tapinha nas costas Daniel sorriu para Pierre que se sentiu mais calmo, a ansiedade passando momentaneamente antes dele se lembrar que eles eram apenas amigos e nada mais, e que apesar de ele gostar da mulher eles mal começaram a se falar.

SINGAPORE GRAND PRIX 2023

"Gasly acaba de bater, no túnel perto da curva sete, o carro deslizou por causa da pista molhada e úmida, é uma bandeira vermelha, tem destroços para todo lado, Beetle está tendo que diminuir a velocidade, ela estava logo atrás de Pierre em P4" o homem falava enquanto as camêras mostravam o carro da RedBull parando, os freios desgastando os pneus intermediários quando a mulher parava e saia do carro vendo a fumaça tomar conta do carro de Pierre. "Parece que ela vai ir ajudar Pierre a sair do carro, ele parece não estar conseguindo soltar o cinto de segurança".

" Pierre eu faço, calma, respira fundo" Beetle falava alto para que o francês a ouvisse, ele imediatamente relaxou os braços que pareciam pesados enquanto a mulher soltava os cintos e o ajudava a sair logo depois.

" Beetle" Pierre se apoiou na mulher que o puxava para fora " Você vai ser eliminada".

" Eu não vou, só vou te levar até a ambulância e corro de volta pro carro, foi uma bandeira vermelha, eu teria que sair de qualquer forma" a mulher deixa o corpo de Pierre que parecia fraco nos braços do homens da ambulância.

" Vá logo Beetle, eu vou ficar bem" o mais velho falou vendo a hesitação da mulher em deixa-lo ir .

" Você vai me ligar para falar como você esta né?" a mulher pergunta dando alguns passos para trás.

" Você vai ser a primeira que eu vou ligar Beetle" a mulher acena e corre para o seu carro e dá a volta até o pitstop, sendo recebida por gritos de Horner.

" Beetle eu juro, você tem sorte que nem um carro estava perto o suficiente para ter que dar a volta, e tem mais sorte ainda que tinha uma bandeira vermelha, agora é bom você rezar para não receber uma penalização ou até mesmo ser eliminada" a mulher engoliu em seco, Christian nunca tinha gritado com ela assim.

" Desculpe" foi a única coisa que foi ouvida no rádio de volta, a equipe trocou os pneus para novos.

"Talvez ela não seja penalizada, apesar de no ano passado Russel ter sido tirado da corrida são situações diferentes, não tinha uma bandeira vermelha" o comentarista falava. " É, acho que é esperar para ver".

" os carros estão em largada de novo e Beetle recebeu uma penalização de 10 posições, ela vai largar em P14, logo atrás de Magnussen". "Uma pena, tem uma grande possibilidade de ela não conseguir se recuperar, ainda mais faltando tão poucas voltas e estando tão atrás no grid, a dobradinha não vai acontecer hoje como planejado pra RedBull" " Vamos ver se ela chega nos pontos".

" P11 Beetle, P11, você fez bem garota" a mulher suspirou em decepção, ia ser bom pro campeonato se ela fizesse pontos, ela, Charles, George e Max estão muito próximos em pontuação, agora era provável que ela fosse a última dos 4 agora depois de não ter marcado nem um ponto.

Depois de terminar sua media pen ela foi para o hotel descansar assistindo um filme após tomar banho e esperar pela ligação de um certo francês loiro.

As horas se passaram mais e mais, mas a ligação nunca chegou, a cada notificação ela se via perseguindo o celular, sua ansiedade foi ao topo quando o celular vibrou e começou a tocar, ela nem se deu ao trabalho de ler o visor antes de atender.

Alo?

Maxi? Oi.

Bee? Eu não te vi sair, a FIA, eles foram uns cretinos te punindo daquele jeito.

Ahn Max? O Pierre deu noticias ?

Oh, Sim ele me ligou dizendo que estava bem, pensei que ele já tinha ligado para você, tem algo errado?

Não, eu estou bem, obrigada por ligar, tenho que ir, até amanhã Max.

Beetle sentiu seu corpo afundar no sofá, não se sentindo mal por desligar antes de ouvir a resposta do companheiro de equipe, apenas o gosto amargo de um sentimento que ela ainda não tinha sentido antes.

JAPANESE GRAND PRIX

" Outro P1 para Beetle, depois da última corrida Beetle parece ter ficado mais séria e agressiva, espero que as críticas não estejam entrando na cabeça dela, isso não é bom para um piloto em seu primeiro ano" " Eu também acho que não é bom, mas parece estar caindo muito bem nela, funcionou muito bem nesse gp e eu acho que vai continuar funcionando, é apenas olhar para a determinação nos olhos dela, acho que ela e Max vão se dar uma canseira ainda mais estando tão perto em pontos para o mundial, o bom é que eles não parecem estar sofrendo muito fora da pista".

" Vamos tia Bee, você prometeu que viria dessa vez" Os olhinhos de Penélope brilharam para a mais velha que por um momento realmente duvidou que Penélope não era filha de Max, a garotinha aprendeu a fazer olhos de cachorrinho com o homem rápido demais para o bem de todos a sua volta.

" Certo, eu irei me arrumar e encontro com vocês lá" a mulher deixa um leve carinho nos cabelos castanhos de Penélope e se despede de Max e Kelly que sorriem felizes.

Beetle estava com um vestido curto de cetim que abraçava seu corpo da maneira certa enquanto entrava no elevador descendo para o térreo após ligar para a recepção pedindo por seu carro alugado e claro depois de mandar mensagem a Lewis falando que já estava descendo.

Ao sair do elevador ela já pode ver Lewis esperando com uma camisa e calça formal, a falta do blazer o deixou despojado mas elegante, ele sorriu ao ver a mulher esperando ela se aproximar para a oferecer o braço.

" Então você vai dirigir hoje? " Lewis fala vendo a mulher comprimir os lábios e acenar fortemente.

" Eu aprendi com a ultima vez Lew, sem chance de você estar no volante enquanto eu estiver no passageiro" o britânico dá risada negando.

" A pista estava congelada Beetle" ele justifica mas recebe um aceno negativo da mulher o dispensando.

" Sem desculpas para você Sir Lewis" a mesma aponta pro mais velho.

O vento frio veio como um combo com a visão de Pierre e uma mulher, que com certeza era uma modelo, saindo do carro do dito cujo, o carro de Beetle estava logo a frente, a cena foi rápida a se desenrolar quando a mulher bonita riu jogando os braços no pescoço de Pierre, que parecia em choque ao ver Beetle com os braços entrelaçados com o de Lewis.

" Vêm querida " deixando o braço de Beetle, Lewis coloca sua mão nas costas nuas de Beetle para a guiar até o carro, ele pega a chave com o manobrista e entrega a chave na mão de Beetle depois de abrir a porta do motorista pra ela e logo indo para o passageiro.

O inicio da viagem foi quieto, Lewis não tirava os olhos da mulher que se mantinha focada na estrada.

"Beetle".. " Não fala nada Lewis" .. "Não, a gente vai conversar, se ele é o motivo de você ter dirigido na corrida daquele jeito hoje".. " Então eu vou agradecer a ele, porque deu certo" Lewis suspirou ao ver as pontas dos dedos ficarem brancas no volante.

" Encosta" o tom sério e mandão surpreendeu a mulher, mas ela continuou dirigindo " Encosta agora Beetle" soando como um aviso a mulher suspirou antes de encostar o carro .

" Lewis".

"Beetle, você precisa falar ou isso vai te sufocar, eu não irei te julgar, se for de sua preferência eu nem falo nada" cruzando os braços a mulher começa a bater o pé direito no chão do carro.

" É estranho okay? Tudo parece demais com ele, muita raiva, muita felicidade, muita mágoa" a mulher suspira" eu só acho que talvez tenha confundido as coisas, um mal entendido, ou ele é um bastardo, tipo um bastardo massivo" disse rápido e insegura, seus ombros relaxando aos poucos enquanto falava.

" Eu só acho que me importo mais do que deveria, merda, eu sai da porra do carro no meio da corrida por ele, e ele nunca me ligou para dizer como estava" a mulher explode batendo no volante, ela segura as lágrimas que logo voltam de onde vieram, ela não iria chorar.

"Você quer acabar com ele? Eu posso fazer isso por você" ela parou de sentir pena de si mesma rindo de como Lewis parecia falar sério, mas logo parou quando percebeu que suas palavras tinham um fundo de verdade" Oque? Não Lewis, ele não tem nem uma responsabilidade por meus sentimentos, eu criei algo, nós mal somos amigos".

O silencio volta quando Lewis da de ombros e segura com carinho a mão de Beetle, mas isso quebra quando o celular de Beetle apita, era Max perguntando por eles.

" Vamos, estamos perto do restaurante" a mulher volta para a rua seguindo o trajeto com mais calma, Lewis enfim relaxa observando as respirações mais calmas da mulher pelo reflexo da janela, ele decide tirar uma foto e postar no Insta marcando a mulher no storie, ele queria que Pierre sentisse na pele oque a mulher acabara de falar.

MEXICAN GRAND PRIX

" Mais uma vitória para Beetle, se ela ganhar na próxima corrida ficará decidida a final em Abu Dhabi, com ela e Max estando em vantagem com pontos"

BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX

Pierre acompanhava as mensagens no grupo preocupado como os outros pilotos, Beetle havia sumido do mapa após bater seu carro na corrida, ela perdeu os dois de uma vez a corrida e o campeonato, ela foi embora logo depois de terminar a media pen, as imagens dos olhos cheios de lágrimas, frustração e tristeza.

Todos os motoristas montavam um plano de consolo caso ela aparecesse, mas Lewis tinha acabado de dizer que ela falou que só queria um tempo quando Pierre ouviu uma batida em sua porta do hotel, jogando o celular na cama bagunçada ele vai até a porta.

" Beetle" é a única coisas que Pierre consegue dizer antes de ter os lábios de Beetle no seus, o gosto de bebida era forte, ele teve a realização de que ela estava bêbada e não retribuiu o contado.

" Você não ligou" a voz era fraca e um pouco chorosa " você ligou para aquela modelo primeiro? Ela é melhor do que eu? " Pierre não tinha reação, ele enfim entendendo o quanto sua atitude foi egoísta, não pensando como ela se sentiria.

" Eu pensava que você não iria querer ouvir minha voz, eu te fiz perder Beetle" segurando a mulher ele pode ver lágrimas ali, os mesmos sentimentos nublavam os olhos da outra, mas tinha algo a mais, traição, Pierre engoliu em seco " Eu nunca liguei para modelo nem uma Beetle, aquela mulher, na corrida do Japão é" ... " Mentiroso, é isso que você é" a mulher enfim sentia as lágrimas escorrerem, empurrando Pierre.

" Eu gostei de você, eu realmente fiz, e eu nem me dei conta disso, porque tudo parecia muito quando você estava envolvido, eu fui tola pensando que você poderia me amar de volta em algum momento" as lágrimas caiam, a mulher usava seu moletom tentando limpa-las, mas elas nunca paravam de cair, era como se as borboletas em sua barriga estivessem se afogando em todas as doses que ela tomou.

Pierre mais uma vez não demonstrou sequer uma reação, Beetle sentia a humilhação tomar conta de todos os seus sentidos, e ela foi rápida em voltar para o elevador e ir para seu quarto, ela encontrou Max na porta, com uma cesta cheia de comida tentando entrar no quarto.

" Maxi " o holandês se virou ao ouvir a voz quebrada da mulher claramente alterada.

" Oh Beetle" ele foi rápido em acolher a amiga em um abraço, logo a levando para dentro para poder cuidar da bagunça bêbada chorosa que ela tinha se tornado.

A manhã foi só um pequeno gosto do que seria a próxima semana até a última corrida do ano, a ressaca pela manhã de segunda se tornou uma enxaqueca pelo resto da semana, a humilhação do que ela bêbada fez apenas crescendo mais e mais em uma dolorosa agonia, as memórias distorcidas pela bebida, mas não o suficiente para ela esquecer as palavras que ela falou para Pierre.

" Talvez não seja tão ruim Beetle" Kelly tenta vendo o namorado em panico com a companheira de equipe em um estado tão pra baixo.

" Kelly eu literalmente me declarei da maneira mais patética do mundo para ele".

" Max já te contou como ele me pediu em namoro?" ... " Kelly, eu juro " Max fala fazendo a mulher mais velha rir " Apenas uma palavra, tragédia".

Suspirando a mulher se levanta fazendo Max sorrir " Eu ainda quero morrer Max".

ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX

" Você falou com ela?" Charles pergunta para Pierre enquanto mexia no celular " Pierre?" o monegasco olha pro amigo que olha pro chão culpado" Inacreditável, Pierre você passou a semana me infernizando por não ter ela só pra você enquanto tudo podia ter sido resolvido com uma mensagem".

" Charles ela estava bêbada, ela pode não sentir nada do que ela falou" Pierre rebate choramingando para o amigo.

" Não vem com birra pra cima de mim, quando estamos bêbados sempre falamos verdade, por que com ela seria diferente?" Leclerc aponta olhando o amigo nos olhos.

" Eu, ela nem olhou pra mim desdê que chegamos aqui" Pierre falou olhando pro relógio mais próximo que tinha perto da dupla, faltava pouco pra última corrida do ano.

" Deve ser porque ela se sente rejeitada, humilhada, ou até mesmo frustrada, você não falou nada pra ela quando ela te disse tudo aquilo" as palavras de Charles fizeram Pierre afundar ainda mais em desespero.

" Gente, tá na hora de ir pro grid" os dois amigos suspiram olhando um pro outro.

" Apesar de tudo acho que ainda tem concerto" Charles fala e vai até sua equipe.

Pierre vai até seu carro que estava na quarta posição, Beetle estava mais a frente, a silhueta feminina parecia ter ficado 10 vezes mais tensa quando ela viu o olhar de Pierre, a mulher já usava seu capacete enquanto Pierre nem mesmo sua balaclava tinha posto, o olhar que Pierre a dava a fazia ficar nervosa, ainda mais nervosa quando ele correu até ela.

" Depois da corrida nós vamos conversar, boa sorte Bee" Pierre dá um leve aperto no ombro da mulher que acena fracamente.

"Beetle, eu sei que a possibilidade desse campeonato ser seu é pequena, mas eu torço por você, e mesmo que não de certo eu estou muito orgulhoso, é seu primeiro ano e você foi excelente" Lewis segurava o rosto da amiga antes de dar um beijo na testa dela " Boa sorte garotinha" a mesma riu com o apelido de anos atrás.

" Fique fora de problemas velho" a mais nova brinca o vendo revirar os olhos.

" Para os carros vocês dois, boa sorte Beetle" Angela dá um abraço apertado na garota que agradece com um sorriso genuíno.

" P1 Beetle, que final de temporada incrível, isso sim é um ano de estreia garota" a mulher não conseguia sorrir, o medo de não ter seu contrato para o ano que vem a fazia tremer.

" Obrigada Jon, Max ficou em que lugar?" ela se surpreendeu pela voz sair tão magoada, ela desistiu de tanto para estar aqui e tudo era apenas frustrante agora, por causa de um erro ela perdeu o campeonato.

" Em P3, não foi dessa vez Bee, desculpe pelo inicio da temporada, isso poderia ser seu se não tivéssemos falhado como equipe" a mulher negou.

" A cale a boca, obrigada equipe, foi uma honra" ela estaciona seu carro atrás da placa de primeiro, mas ela não pertence ali, e ela sabe disso.

" Beetle, o pódio vai ser agora, vamos" um funcionário da FIA a direciona para a espera da entrada da comemoração e premiação.

O corpo da mulher trava ao ver Pierre ali com o boné de 2 lugar, ele sorri pra ela antes de a abraçar forte.

" É uma pena, mas eu nunca estive tão feliz por você, eu gosto de você mais do que eu poderia querer Beetle, e sinceramente você tem que começar a me deixar falar antes de ir embora, eu espero que você ainda me queira" os papéis pareciam ter se invertido quando Pierre é chamado para fora, os gritos aumentando com a presença do francês.

A mulher sente sua cabeça girar com as informações jogadas nela, ela tem certeza que a ficha ainda não caiu, tudo é entorpecido, ela não entende muito mas ela entra para o pódio com os lábios comprimidos, nem um sorriso genuíno está para vir, ela perdeu.

O hino de seu país soava por todo lugar, as pessoas embaixo gritando ao hino que nem a elas pertenciam, mas isso suavizou os batimentos acelerados da mulher, sua tensão escapando, e ela enfim podendo pensar nas coisas que Pierre falou.

" Porra" ela exclama ao receber o troféu pesado de Abu Dhabi, ela olha para o lado vendo Max sorrindo para ela, e ela se permite olhar para o outro lado, os olhos de Pierre se encontram com o da mulher a fazendo soltar um suspiro e olhar novamente para Max.

Max é o primeiro a abraçar a mulher que agradece e o parabeniza pelo campeonato, Mas ao abraçar Pierre ainda na escada do pódio a mulher se sente relaxada, os dois se abraçam tão forte e ela sente lágrimas escorrendo por seu rosto.

" Você é um idiota" ela diz perto da orelha do homem enquanto seus corpos ainda estão conectados.

" Eu me desculpo por isso Beetle, acho que estupido também se encaixa no meu currículo" .. " sim, com certeza se encaixa" se afastando apenas o suficiente para se olharem a mulher sente seu coração acelerar.

" Me beije" .. " O que ?" .. " Me beije agora Pierre Gasly, isso é uma ordem" Pierre sorri antes de juntar seus lábios com a mulher, seus lábios se sentindo famintos por tudo que ela podia lhe dar, ele não se incomodou de a puxar mais para perto, segurando as duas coisas mais preciosas de sua vida nesse momento.

Beetle podia sentir as borboletas voando por todos os lugares, seu corpo fervendo e formigando de animação, ao abrir os olhos e se separar de Pierre ela encosta suas testas olhando no oceano azul em sua frente.

" Aleluia " o grito de Max é seguido por um jato de champanhe que faz a mulher gritar se cobrindo com o corpo largo de Pierre que dá risada.

" ALELUIA " Pierre grita a fazendo rir antes de puxa-lo para mais um beijo ouvindo os gritos dos fãs.

#pierre gasly x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #f1 fic #pierre #pierregasly10 #formula one imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x oc #danny ric #pedro gaseoso #charles leclerc

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MAMA WHISKEY!!! I would like to pretty please request a moodboard for your One Year Celebration for my boy Danny Ric with the theme of Taylor Swift's Lover album!!

Thank you so much in advance, Mama!! <3 <3

My love Dolly!!! This one’s for you and everyone’s favorite honey badger!

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Uh huh

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh

Darling, you're the one I want

Dolly and Danny Headcannons:

Both are major Swifties

When he knows Dolly has had a bad day, he sends them videos to cheer them up.

Dolly loves baking and Danny loves being the taste tester

They both have adopted a whale and make a game of which whale is faster.

Dolly is the passenger princess of the two, even though they know how to drive.

Danny and Dolly enjoy making forts for movie night.

#mrsjaderogers #whiskey talks crap #oh it’s some mail 💌#Whiskey's Moodboards #mrsjaderogersanswers #Whiskey's Answers #Whiskey’s 1 Year Anni Celebration #WhiskeysAnswers #WhiskeyTalksCrap #mrsjaderogerswrites #WhiskeyWrites #Whiskeys1YearAnniCelebration #Daniel Ricciardo #Danny Ric RPF #Daniel Ricciardo RPF #Daniel Ricciardo x OC

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FEMALE F1 DRIVER HEADCANONS

pairing: f1!drivers x fem!driver, f1 grid x oc

warnings: i didn't specify which team, cause it's not really about that tbh. I imagine the oc being one of the younger ones on the grid (around mick's age). I based this one on the 2022 grid.

author's note: this is basically how things i imagine that would happen with the grid if you were their only female colleague.

▹ seb and lewis basically being your work parents: defending you from misogynistic reporters, praising you to heaven and back, claiming you are right even when you are obviously wrong in a situation. sewis supports women's rights, but mostly women's wrongs.

▹ the wags either absolutely adore you or they tolerate you, there's no in between. It's girls support girls until one of their boyfriends gives you a hug and then you're fucked.

▹ getting away with wrong answers in 'Grill the Grid' because the production team are totally in love with you and they hate your sad face when you give them an incorrect response.

▹ giving the grid nicknames that go from normal to borderline weird. for example, Mick becomes Mickie, Latifi becomes Nicky or Goatifi (depends on how the race went), Alex is Albono of course, George becomes Russy Bussy and Lando is Rumplestiltskin.

▹ at the driver's briefing: ''alright, boys-'' *scratches voice loudly* ''and lady.''

▹ valtteri and kevin letting you ramble to them about whatever drama you have going on in your life, cause they don't have much better things to do and they find it touching that you go to them for these kinds of things.

▹ you and zhou sending pictures of the outfits you're going to wear to the paddock during race week. sometimes even matching, cause yall are close like that.

▹ max teaching you his second language that is called 'swearing'. checo also likes to chime in. one time he convinced you the word 'cunt' was a compliment and he made you go up to max and call him that to congratulate him on his race win. let's say mad max made a brief appearance.

▹ jokingly flirting with other drivers just to rile toxic fans up for fun. the flirting consists honestly mostly of sarcastic comments about how they're good drivers, but better lovers, etc.

▹ fernando giving you random piggyback rides. for what reason? no one knows. It's nando, what do you expect. danny ric also does it sometimes, but he makes horse sounds and it freaks you out.

▹ you and esteban jokingly asking lance for pocket money, but you two sometimes hope he actually gives it one day.

▹ weekly gossip sessions with Pierre, because that man seems to know everything about everyone. occasional guest starring by charles and yuki.

▹ whenever carlos walks into the room, you start playing 'smooth operator'. at first he thought it was funny, but now he deliberately avoids you.

▹ overdramatic photoshoots with lando and daniel aka the papaya boys for their insta accounts. those jpg accounts are honestly just fan pages for you, because of the amount of times you've appeared on them.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic #formula 1 oc #f1 oc #f1 x oc #f1!drivers x fem!driver

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colie-nne · 11 months

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first moments drive to survive | se4 r.2022

pairings: formula 1 grid x fem driver!oc

warnings: a bit of swearing | This is quite a long one

a/n: lines in bold and italics are the lines of journalists or the show’s narrator, and indents are radio moments or interview clips.

Ep1 : Clash of The Titans

Four rookies entering Formula 1 this year.

Valentina who was sitting in her team’s uniform waves to the camera. It was cut short when it shows Yuki with his clapper. “My name is Yuki Tsunoda.” Haas’ Mick, “Mick Schumacher” and Nikita, “Nikita Mazepin, Haas Formula 1 Team” It then cuts to Val just staring, “Is it rolling?” she inquires after the prolonged silence. The crew laughs before beckoning her to introduce herself, “Yeah, go on” She clears her throat, “Hi, I’m Valentina Corbyn and I drive for Alfa Romeo.” Closing the clapper board a little bit too hard as she visibly flinches, “Oh!” The people behind the cameras laugh before it cuts to a different set-up.

Pictorial on the track

7:21

“Eye contact with the cameras,” the photographer calls out to get every drivers’ attention. The video however zoom in on Valentina who was leaning on the car.

Spotting the camera she tries to send a disapproving look, pointing to the camera man as she shakes her head. The camera shakes in response.

7:34

There’s a lot of male pride and ego flying around… Val’s laugh is the first thing heard, “and I’m here to balance it!!” Exaggerating her actions as she points to herself. "Ooo, I just gave myself an ick, with what I've done there."

7:58

Showing a thumbs up, “You guys are good. Everyone’s all good,” the photographer ends their session as he walks away.

In the background, however, the well-known chaotic pair are at it again. This time Lando is seen fist-bumping her, walking side by side back to the garage. Val stopped in her tracks after he whispered something to her, and her expression showed faint shock at whatever that was. She completely faces him before playfully hitting his abdomen.

The action pushed Lando back and bumped into Carlos, who was behind them. Like a fed-up older brother, he just shakes his head and wraps an arm around Val’s shoulder, urging her to rush forward.

BAHRAIN Are you happy? Her look of confusion’s evident on her face, “Like the with the results of the race?” She makes sure with the person interviewing her. In which she gets an approving nod on her end. “From starting in 9th then to p5? Of course, very. It isn’t what we expected for my first race but it’s something that I’m happy this early on” Do you plan on placing higher? Quirking up a brow, “Yeah, I hope so. No driver is ever satisfied in their position unless they’re at the top. But I’ll take my time before I show the world more of what I got… at least, that’s what Kimi told me.” Val finishes with a refreshing smile directed at the camera.

Ep 2: Ace in the Hole aka a look into Lando and Val’s friendship

5:25

Lando and Valentina’s friendship started way back before their karting days. This year despite being rivals on the track, you can say that they’re quite the opposite off-track, in some way or another.

Panning the view to Val, hiding in the shade, she scrunches her face as she looks at Lando, about to swing the golf club for the nth time that day. Max, a mutual friend of theirs, motions her to come closer.

Pushing herself off the cart, Lando takes his chance to swing. After taking a couple steps closer, a groan erupts from him, earning him a chuckle from his friends.

“That’s quite a bad hit right there, innit?” Val teases him as soon as she’s stood next to Max.

Moving to get his turn, Max agrees with her while getting in position, “Yeah, you’ve had a shocker there, mate.”

“Shut up, the both of you,” Lando grumbles before jokingly kicking some dirt towards Val’s direction, causing her to shriek in displeasure.

6:14

Walking back near the cart, Max brings up Lando’s new teammate, Daniel Ricciardo. “So how are you feeling about Danny Ric this season, mate?… Confident?” Val, who is seen sitting on the grass, turned to look at Lando's expression.

Shrugging, “He’s obviously a good driver. Seven-time… Seven-time winner?” He said before looking at Val who is nodding at him.

“I got faith in you, buddy,” Max finishes as he takes a swing for his turn. Seconds later, it was Valentina’s turn to swing. Clearing her throat, she points at Lando before imitating Max’s tone, “I’ve got faith in you too, mate.” Swings the club… and intentionally misses the ball.

Lando stood there looking at her in faint disbelief, “You didn’t even hit the ball”, gesturing to the still intact golf ball and tee.

“Yeah, 'cause I also need to have faith and win myself.” She told him, as a matter of fact, before making a proper swing.

What is it about your and the Alfa Romeo rookie's relationship? Chuckling at the question, “Val? We’ve known each other for quite a while, probably half my life, more so hers. She’s like an itch that you can’t get rid of… but in a good way. Vali’s been one of the constants since before karting, as am I to her, so I’ll say we have a good ass relationship.” He ends his statement with a fond smile. What does it feel like to see her joining formula one and being rivals on track? Sucking in a breath, he wears a cheeky smile as he answers, “Seeing her come up on here and race us, makes me feel accomplished. Just 'cause I’ve seen where she’s started… And we’ve experienced a lot of things together with the others, so to get a chance in Formula 1, it’s more of like a win for the both of us, really.” “To being rivals it- we’re both really competitive people, too competitive as I might say so. But a race is a race, a win is a win, at the end of the day- or a race really, we’re still friends, nothing's about to change.” Raising his eyebrows teasingly, “We’ll just have to prove who’s going to one-up the other this time.”

Ep 3: Tipping Point

MONACO

In the last five races, you’ve started up in p5 and then p3 in Portugal. In this race however, not only did you manage to outsmart the Max Verstappen in that last corner, but you have also won your very first Grand Prix, this early on in your career. How do you feel about that? Val, who was sitting back on the chair, smiled widely when asked about her unexpected win. “Honestly, it still hasn’t sunk in. It’s been like 2 or 3 weeks. But I feel great as a whole, makes me feel good about myself, like an unexplainable tingling sensation that happens throughout my body.” She said, wiggling in her seat to show the feeling. You have also celebrated with McLaren’s Lando Norris, who we’ve just known is a very close friend of yours. Taken aback, “Really? You’ve just known… isn’t that like common knowledge for you guys at this point?” She questions with a light voice before continuing. “Jokes aside. It’s amazing, it feels amazing to actually stand on a podium with one of your closest friends. Cause after all that daydreaming as kids you never would’ve thought you would reach the top this early on in your career..” And since then you’ve never dropped out of the top 5. “Yeah, that’s what keeps me awake at night. It’s become a “wow” factor for me as the season progresses. Never really thought I’ll be with the people I looked up to growing up, but now that I’ve stood- is standing, rather, next to them I feel like I’ve reached the next step or like phase of my life and that, along with this Grand Prix win, would help me become a better driver and a person as time passes.”

Ep 4: A Mountain to Climb

You’ve entered this season with two rookies and reports are already saying that you’re offering Alfa Romeo’s Corbyn a seat in Haas this early on in the season. What has Haas' Guenther have to say about all this? “I- uh, she’s good despite being a rookie, even better than some…” he looks around, giving them "the look" that says everything about what he means, “but I have a reason to believe our... negotiations will be on hold. Like how she did with her team in the last two years.. she uhm-”

With McLaren’s shoot on hold, Guenther takes his chance to walk right behind the team to have a small chat with Val who was once again wandering around the paddock.

The rookie still chatting up her closest companion, Lando, looks off to the side when her name was called. Lando, taking his chance, shoots her arm. Receiving a groan from her.

Guenther who was now closer to them call back her attention, “Hey, you. Answer my call yeah?”

She laughs knowing the meaning behind his words, but being the cheeky person that she is, tilts her head before innocently saying, “My phone isn’t on me. I’m sorry, I guess?”

Back to the interview, Haas’ team principal can only drag a hand down his face while letting out a breath, “That would be true if she’s been in contact with us, but she isn’t, so no.”

Ep 5: Staying Alive

Zooming in on Val congratulating Lando and Danny on their 1-2 Monza Win

The camera zooms past all the McLaren employees to show Valentina rushing inside towards Lando who’s still in the team’s garage after the podium.

Her voice, barely audible is heard over that chatting in the room, “Norris!!” she reaches up to take him into a hug, which Lando reciprocated. Letting go, Val pats his shoulder a wide smile on her face, “Well done, mate! McLaren be getting that 1-2 win, yes?”

Giving the younger one a never-changing appreciative smile, he pats her hand on his shoulder in return, “Yeah…” Their conversation fades out as Lando walks her out of the garage to where the rest of the drivers are.

Finally seeing the other McLaren winner, Val quickens her steps offering her hand out for a fist bump with Daniel, “Well done to you too, Ricciardo!”

He pushes her sideways by his hip, “Aww, isn’t that sweet. But don’t push it, kid. You’re just saying that, so I’ll congratulate you on your next win.”

Releasing an exaggerated gasp, she looks at the other two drivers, Carlos and Lando, “I am not... but you did say next so...” Fading out the conversation, she tries to kick his shin, which he did evade.

Ep 6: A Point to Prove

A driver and their engineer's radio moments are one of the most awaited when it comes to Formula 1. And to say that Val and her engineer Alejandro's radio moments are entertaining is an understatement.

HUNGARY The whole Turn 1 drama but in Val’s POV

It’s lights out and away we go

Corbyn-Alfa Romeo oh... my... gosh... Alejandro... Keep position, multiple crashes in turn 1 Yep.. so early in the race, guys. Too early

Corbyn trying to take advantage of the chaos and- OH NO! Being pushed on the rear by the McLaren...

The Aston Martin into the Ferrari, the McLaren and the Alfa Romeo

Corbyn-Alfa Romeo Holy shit, that did not just fucking happen Language Sorry sorry Copy, Val. Red flag then Lap 3. Box please, Box Okie

Ep 7: Growing Pains

So far, the fellow has been the only one to raise Alpha Tauri’s Yuki Tsunoda’s spirits after a temper tantrum. And to say that isn’t a shock actually, with both drivers having fits on track you can say that the other actually handles themselves better.

Standing by the door, Val currently has a clear view of the paddock’s entrance. Seeing Yuki’s familiar stature walking towards the building, she races both her arms up, as he enters, to get his attention.

Clearing her throat, she lets out the phrase she’s been practicing all night just to race Yuki’s spirits. It sort of became a thing between the two young rookies.

“Hey, Yuki-san!! Kyō no rēsu no junbi wa dekite imasu ka?” She said laughing at her broken Japanese. In response, Yuki laughed at her attempt and gave her a high five before responding and walking further away from the camera. (Are you ready for today's race?)

Ep 8: Dances with Wolff

Belgian Grand Prix - Qualifying

Corbyn-Alfa Romeo Val, red flag ahead, slow down. Vettel’s still half a second behind. What’s happened? …. Ale? …Norris has had a bit of shunt in Eau Rouge exhaling loudly Fucking hell should’ve called this off earlier.

Seeing the wreckage, the rookie is seen stopping a close few feet away, before getting up from her seat. Norris shook his head at her actions.

Corbyn-Alfa Romeo No, Val, the race is still a go. Continue on, he’s fine The hell he is... shitting, FUCK! Calm down, he’s fine safety’s on the way she waves her hand, asking if he’s ok You guys are fucking kidding me, should’ve prevented this earlier Copy, copy. Vettel had shared the same thought. who’s now directly behind you and Val, language, please. ok... ducking bum heads they are.

Ep 9: Gloves are Off

QATAR

We’re in the desert. We’re in Qatar for this year’s brand-new circuits in the Middle East

The few-second clips has shown Mercedes’ Toto Wolff arriving, Checo and his team on the track, Carlos and- rather Carlos’ team can be seen scurrying around the place, trying to find their missing driver.

A few minutes in and the drivers and their are getting ready for today’s practice. Buxton's voice in the background is heard as the hunt for Carlos Sainz is starting,

Valentina has clearly been a fan and paddock favourite ever since her debut. The way she fits in with the other 19 drivers who clearly dominate the area is surprising. Throughout the season Val has shown how capable she is as a rookie driver deserving of her seat, her confidence and attitude on track are what keeps her in the positions she’s currently at. And with the outstanding results she’s been getting, there’s no doubt she’ll be getting some contracts on her desk. But what these people forget is that this astonishing driver is the youngest on the grid at only eighteen...

Zooming in, a very peculiar situation can be seen inside the Ferrari motor home. A driver who clearly isn’t supposed to be there is currently on the couch, sleeping with Ferrari’s missing driver.

Valentina is seen still wrapped up in her team’s jacket, leaning toward her fellow Spaniard who lets her, despite being called by his team a couple times. Seeing the camera recording them, Carlos places a finger towards his mouth gesturing for them to keep quiet as he points it to Valentina.

This is a sight that the whole Formula 1 community has come to cherish.

For the second time in the series, Will Buxton, a known F1 journalist talks about another possible driver change, now for Red Bull Racing. Other than the fight for the championship, Alfa Romeo has had a massive comeback, currently running for fourth place verse McLaren. Points have been increasing, the majority coming from the rookie, Valentina Corbyn, who has scored the most points than the other three… Adding to her tremendous starting career as an f1 driver, Valentina not only has had Haas coming after her, but Red Bull Racing’s Christian Horner has also been a frequent guest at Alfa Romeo’s motorhome. With Red Bull only having signed Sergio Perez as their driver this season, is he ready to lose his seat to the 18-year-old that fast? “Bonjour” “Bonjour” Red Bull’s Christian Horner greets the journalist in front of him. “There seems to be a high level of tension between the drivers, the team principals, and now the newly signed and rookie drivers. Is it good for Formula 1 or is it a bit—“ Cutting him off Christian answers, “It’s a competition, you know? It’s not a kids club. And you know, we operate in different ways. Toto will shout and scream at the camera. Maybe I’m a little bit more, calm.” “Other than that, rumours have been circulating that you’re in the process of having Alfa Romeo’s Corbyn sign in with Red Bull for next year’s season. What does that mean for Perez?” With a neutral stare, the Red Bull team principal crosses his arms to his chest, “Contracts are what keep a driver’s career running aside from their skills. Valentina’s a very skilled driver so if she does end up with us, the media isn’t going to be announcing it to the world.”

Ep 10: Hard Racing

Interview cameos can be fun from time to time. But when two youngsters are in the same room, the fun comes first before you can even start something.

0:21

"Right!"

"Testing, three, four. Nutsack, five, six," Daniel started as soon as he sat down.

Lando, who has his foot in the air, can be seen trying to swat something, or rather someone, with his other slipper.

Pointing to Val, who was by the door, "Oi get her out. What the hell you’re doing here, anyway?"

Shrugging, she just raises her hands in surrender, "Don’t worry Lando, I've seen weirder stuff that you do."

Throwing his slipper at her response, the video pans as she's seen exiting the room.

Sighing at her antics, "Ok… Action!"

2:59

Who’s your money on? Smiling, Daniel shakes his head, "I’ve gone back and forth. At this rate, it’s a flip of a coin," he said, voice filled with hesitance. George, contrary to Daniel, went with a straight answer, "I think Lewis is gonna get it." Along with Lando, who was quite happy with his response, "I think it all points to one person… Max Verstappen" Pierre, with confidence, "Lewis and Max won’t see the second corner." Valentina, however, didn't give a clear answer when asked. She's caught off guard by the question as she stopped tying her hair up mid-way. "That is a dangerous question. If I want my dad to kill me, I’ll have to answer Max… But if I want Hor- a certain someone to get mad at me, I’ll say Lewis... You know what, let’s just wait and see." She concludes with that know loved smile of hers.

Welcome along to the final round of this 2021 season.

The clips show a range of drivers getting ready in their own garages, all went by smoothly before it ended with Alfa Romeo's final driver.

Val, having a hard time zipping her suit up, points to the camera mouthing, “See you soon on the podium!” Winking, after she's zipped up with the balaclava on her head before securing her helmet in place.

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Dating Charles Leclerc Headcanons

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Just some soft bf!Charles headcanons

charles leclerc x gn!reader

Warnings: none that come to mind, just fluff

req?: yes/no

A/N: Hallo, it’s been a minute! I’m working on two fics rn (one Danny Ric x femaleequestrian!oc and one Carlos Sainz Jr. x femaledriver!oc) and I’m not sure when they’ll be out/start to be posted since I am v busy right now. I will post a teaser for the Danny Ric one later this week so keep an eye out for that ;) and I’ll post a teaser for the Carlos one sometime after that. In the meantime, I’ll try to post some hcs and smaller fics while waiting for those so if you have any requests, hop into my asks and let me know! Enjoy the hcs!

Everything about this man screams childhood friends to lovers to me!!! Like, you’re next door neighbors or desk neighbors in school or something and you just click instantly as kids

It was never a question of if, but when you and Charles got together and your families all had a running bet of when you two would stop being so blind to each other’s feelings (Lorenzo ends up winning the bet)

I feel like Charles would eventually accidentally let it slip how he feels for you while you guys are on a drive together with no destination in mind

Like, he would just look over at you without you noticing and just say under his breath “god, I’m so in love with you” without even realizing that he’s said it or that you heard him

But you heard him alright. You immediately look over at him and are like “what did you just say?????” Like, hello?? That’s your best friend and he just confessed his love for you?????????????

Charles is like a deer in headlights and is like “oh fuck I said that out loud” and spirals thinking that he’s just ruined your friendship

You just laugh and tell him “don’t worry, I’m so in love with you too” and he just lets out a sigh of relief

As soon as you tell him you feel the same about him, he grabs your hand with his free one and holds it for the rest of the drive (his palms are so sweaty but please don’t mention it, he’s nervous :( )

Once you two are dating, you decide to keep it private from the F1 community for the first few months

It was hard for fans to tell that you two were dating, although there was definitely lots of speculation, because you had always gone to every race weekend possible and given him a lil kiss on his cheek for good luck. Charles refused to race if you were there and didn’t give him his good luck kiss

You wanted to soft launch your relationship to the public (the team, your friends/family, and all of the drivers already knew about the relationship) and spent a long time explaining to Charles what soft launching was and how to do it

It was in one ear and out the other with him

He tried (not really) to soft launch but he just posted one of his favorite pictures of you and him and tagged you in the post

You definitely chew him out in the comments like “so much for soft launching this”

Fans love you though, they always had

You, like before, are always there for Charles whether he has a good race or a bad race

When he has a good race and/or wins, you are right there in the crowd, cheering as loud as you possibly can. To celebrate, the two of you go out and have a blast with your friends and order way too much food when you get back to the hotel

When he has a bad race, you’re there to console him immediately, reassuring him that he is every bit deserving of his place in the sport. You make sure you tell him when something isn’t his fault, but you never lie to him about how he drove. You’re brutally honest with him but still encouraging and always make sure he knows you will always be his biggest supporter, no matter what. The two of you order comfort foods and just sit and quietly eat and chat after bad races so that he can cool down. He will always talk to you about what he’s going through after he’s cooled off though, knowing that you just want to help

I’m realizing now that I haven’t talked about PDA with Charles, but I feel like he would keep most affections private, only kissing you after races and holding your hand when walking next to each other, but mostly it’s soft touches and words when you’re in smaller groups of friends and family

Overall, Charles is your best friend before and after dating and he is so willing to be emotionally vulnerable with you because of it

10/10 would recommend dating Charles Leclerc

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There it is! hope you all enjoyed! Pls reblog and comment <3 See you all later!

Cazza out (^▽^)

#f1 #f1 headcanon #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #cazza writes #charles leclerc imagine #formula1bby

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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kool kids ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“but i don’t give a f*ck about being a kool kid!”

summary: a series of messages is shared between the couple and their self-proclaimed child (who really is just a third wheel) as they travel to new york for one thing: hamilton. OR lando norris isn’t ashamed to third wheel if it means for him to get a free ticket to the show, and danny and lester only want to make their week off worth it.

content warning: platonic!lando x ofc content, possible use of explicit language, certain innuendo applied, danny being soppy and whipped, lando being a child of a happy marriage, inaccurate italian translations, lando slander but with love

note: feeling a little quirky, i needed to make this trio a thing. also, say hi to the present time tilly (check out my toto wolff fic)

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ykaaar i hope you got paid for babysitting liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

daniel3.jpeg no we didn't. we had to sponsor the child.

maxverstappen1 there's a freeloader among us... liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

user1 NAW THATS VILE HAHAHAHAH

landonorris stay mad hoe 😚

tillywolff spero ti sia piaciuto il viaggio? liked by loressandro

loressandro l'ho fatto! Ho anche portato qualcosa per Ren e Tia, la signora Wolff

charles_leclerc yes lando, get that jolie-pitt child treatment 😩 liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

landonorris fuck off shal

user2 the trip to paris never looked soooo good

loressandro we don't do that here.

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landonorris but she's not as cool as me liked by danielricciardo

loressandro bro really said "living in your mind rent free but instead we're in an airbnb because i only have 12 euros" 💀

user1 this is the first time maxverstappen1 and lester agreed on something

maxverstappen1 user1 and it's going to be the last lmfao

loressandro maxverstappen1 last i heard you cried because of stay alive reprise lololol

loressandro danny d*ck me down challenge liked by danielricciardo

daniel3.jpg word :)

landonorris baffled. screaming. wailing. pissing. shitting.

user2 lando is the son with a scarring childhood confirmed??

charles_leclerc are you in danger in any means that's why you posted this? press f for help

daniel3.jpg nah bro i'm Fine, like perFectly Fine.

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carlossainzjr loressandro i didn't know you had a child with daniel!

loressandro yeah we do! we picked him up from the sewers after his rat parents abandoned his nest

danielricciardo he was a delightful little mice, no?

loressandro pequeño.

lando.jpg bro if you want me to pay you back just say it like damn 💀

user3 would you go to a trip with them again?

lando.jpg with what's happening rn? no 💀 unless they pay for the whole trip i'm willing to suffer any time.

brief translation

spero ti sia piaciuto il viaggio? = I hope you enjoyed the trip?

l'ho fatto! Ho anche portato qualcosa per Ren e Tia, la signora Wolff = I did! I also brought something back for Ren and Tia, Mrs. Wolff

pequeño = tiny/little

#daniel ricciardo imagine #danny ric #f1 crack #formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one smau #formula one x oc #red bull racing imagine #lando norris x oc #mclaren racing #mclaren f1 #mclaren imagine #daniel ricciardo x ofc #daniel riccardo x reader #danny ric x reader #danny ric x oc

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dumbseee · 9 months

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you’re losing me.

part 2.

you thought daniel broke up with you because he cheated, but did he?

daniel ricciardo x singer!reader.

fc: bibi (korean singer)

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y/n: men ain’t shit anyways, i learned it the hard way. ‘vengeance’ my second single is out.

fan1: WOOOOW Y/N IN HER REPUTATION ERA

fan2: idk what daniel did to her but she’s on FIRE

fan3: the song is so good!!!

fan4: y/n being a bad bitch is what i want to see on my feed

fan5: everything is so perfect about the song

zendaya: BANGER

fan6: i know daniel is shaking in his boots

fan7: i miss them together but y/n seems to be happier single?

fan8: i need my parents back together :(

fan9: i’ll miss seeing her in the paddock tbh

landonorris: queen

fan10: i just hope her friendship with the grid isn’t going to be tarnished

fan11: Y/N YOU DESERVE BETTER

fan12: you should try girls, men ain’t shit

fan13: daniel fumbled hard, he’s never getting another bad bitch like this

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y/n: love, love, love, what is it good for? absolutely nothing.

lilymhe: goddess

fan1: the caption :( you’ll find true love y/n! don’t give up!!!

fan2: you’re an amazing singer y/n, you deserve sm much!

fan3: queen queen queen

fan4: i can’t help but miss them together tbh

fan5: he cheated on her, leave her alone

fan6: still can’t believe he cheated on her :(

fan7: i’m really worried for her, she’s going through it

fan8: from ‘the day that i met you, i started dreaming’ to ‘i’m so sorry you’ve lost your last chance.’ </3

fan9: please be happy y/n

fan10: it’s hard to believe that daniel would ever cheat tbh

fan11: in 2023, you believe men?

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fan12: just date one of his friends, hit where it hurts

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callmewrinkles3 · 10 months

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Long Live - DR3 x fem!OC

Summary: An early morning phone call, a failed concussion exam, and an Instagram post lead to just one thing. A statement from Red Bull Racing released the Thursday morning before Silverstone. Oracle Red Bull Racing regret that Max Verstappen has failed his concussion assessment following his crash at the Red Bull Ring last week. Max is doing well, but as per the medical advice he will not drive in the event this weekend. In his place Third Driver Daniel Ricciardo will drive the RB19 for this weekend.

Warnings: Mentions of past crashes, Blake and Em scheming, mentions of cheating (not our loves!)

Words: 8.6k

A/N: Happy Danny Ric Race Week! This has been planned for…yeah so long. So, so long. Silverstone has been where so much of our stuff hinged and we’re so excited to get to share at last. Let us know what you think.

July 2023

Em glared at her suitcase. Dan’s was neatly packed - not that he needed much, his outfit for the weekend was jeans and Red Bull merch. But she needed a week and a bit of clothes for their time in Northamptonshire, plus changes. And with a limited supply thanks to the now prominent bump she was miserable about it. But they had to leave in the next few minutes or they might be late getting to Silverstone.

“You packed?” Dan asked, watching her shake her head. “Does the new stuff help?”

“Yeah. It feels ok.” The box had been sitting at reception waiting for them when they got back from the whistle stop trip to Perth, a gift from Lewis when he found out about her pregnancy. She’d mentioned once or twice that she hated the feel of some fabrics, and the clothes were soft and stretchy, comfortable for her and the baby. She was wearing one of them now, a lilac empire waist dress with black leggings that helped support her belly.

“Gimme a sec.” His phone started ringing almost too loudly for seven fifteen, Em zipping the case but leaving it for Dan to lift. Charlie had texted a photo of the brunch she and Blake had gone for that morning. He wasn’t back until the tyre test, and she missed having him there.

“Emmy?” Dan sounded dazed as he came into the room.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I’m driving this weekend. I…I’m in the car this weekend. Max didn’t pass concussion protocol, the new rules are if you don’t pass it before Thursday morning you don’t pass for the weekend. I’m in his car. Fuck. I’m driving.”

He lifted her with a grin, spinning her around and holding as tightly as he could before Em kissed her husband, separating with a grin.

“You’re driving the RB19? For the race?”

“Yeah.”

“We need to tell everyone.”

It was a frantic phone call to Blake as they piled into the car, Dan putting the bags in the boot. The first two attempts went unanswered, but finally the third was answered.

“Dan I swear to God I used to leave you and Em alone when you were-“

“Blake it’s Em. I’m using his phone.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. What’s up Timmy?”

“You and Charlie need to get on a plane. Dan’s driving this weekend. Max is out after the crash last week, he’s in.”

They’d watched the race the previous weekend from Perth, Checo crashing into Max at turn three and pushing them both off track. The two cars had been pushed into the barrier, Max losing consciousness for a moment. Em had watched terrified until she heard him over the radio, Dan gripping her hand tightly. It could have been so much worse, especially on a weekend already filled with tragedy.

“Fuck. Seriously? What time is it what can we get?” Blake’s voice came through the speakers in the car as Em was already searching flights. She turned the tablet to Dan, pointing at the direct Qantas one and the five tickets she had ready to go.

“I’m booking you on the Qantas direct, you get in here at five tomorrow morning. Give Callum a call, tell him to come too. I’ve business for Joe and Grace, the three of you are stuck in economy I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t matter, we’ll get there. Somehow. You sure about Cal?” It was Charlie speaking and Em smiled.

“Positive. He’ll love it, we’ve got the passes. He can watch the race from the garage.”

“Ok. I’m gonna get packed and call Cal. Want me to pick up your parents?”

“They’ll probably pick you up, you’re at Charlies?” The organisation decided, Charlie promised to text when the five of them were at the airport. While Dan drove Em got on the phone with Qantas, putting on her charm and using her surname liberally so she could try get seats organised. It wasn’t much, but Charlie and Blake had a row to themselves and Callum had extra leg room so it was a little more comfortable.

The last thing she could do before relaxing for the drive was stare at her instagram account. The original plan was she’d wait at the hotel for the night so the pregnancy news could die down. But now she had to be there in just two hours. The post was written, ready to go, the carefully staged photos of their vans and the baby ones Dan had bought the day after they found out she was pregnant but had hidden until things were safe. The tiny little scan photo showing their bean. This was real.

“Ready for the world to know you knocked me up?” It was crude and blunt and made Dan laugh so it was worth it, Em grinning as his laughter filled the car.

“Ready for the world to know you’re stuck with me forever?”

“Feels right.”

She hit post, waiting for the chaos. Red Bull were announcing that Max was out at 9.30, so hopefully that would start to overshadow everything. Carefully she read the caption again and smiled at it. Baby Ric. Half Brit, half Aussie, already the coolest kid in the world. We really can’t wait to meet you, sunshine.

This was a good thing. Everyone who needed to know was aware that she was announcing it this weekend. Limited comments made it easy, the people she’d met mostly through Dan commenting congratulations publicly. She could breathe. The world was always going to find out about the baby but this made being pregnant real to her. It was actually happening.

They were nearly to the track when Dan’s phone rang again, Em hitting answer on the car screen.

“Hey Grace, Dan’s driving. We’re almost there.”

“Emmy, how’re you feeling? We’re waiting at the gate, the plane’s here and we should be on soon.”

“I’m good. News about the baby is officially out now.”

“How do you feel?”

“Excited. I think. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Fly safe, tell everyone I love them.”

The roads around the track were closed to the public, Dan getting through when he showed his paddock pass and people recognised him. Finally they were in the car park, pulling into the Red Bull Driver spot. This was real.

“You ready for this?” Em asked, watching as her husband ran his fingers through his hair, the thick gold band glinting in the sun.

“Yeah. I think I am. I want this. I want to be there, I want to drive well. I want to be on that podium again. Do you think I can do it?” It was the most honest he’d been about driving, the most open he’d been apart from nights in bed where only the dark surrounded them.

“Yes. I know you can do this. This is the track where you had your first race, where you did your first test. You can do this, Danny. I believe in you.” His smile lit up at her words as he put his hand on her belly, leaning down to press a kiss to it.

“And for this little one. Can’t embarrass her at the first race people know about her.”

“I thought we agreed it was they until we know?”

“She’s a girl. I know it. Because Lulu isn’t going to make us argue over a boys name, are you sweetheart?” It was quiet for a moment before Dan squeezed her fingers. “Time to face the media.”

“Let’s go.”

The first person in a Red Bull shirt they spotted was Simon, a smile spreading across Em’s face as she saw him. He was sticking to hospitality for most of the weekend, but agreed to help out if needed. It didn’t take long for them to be at the paddock gates, Em staring at them with trepidation.

“Good luck. Lewis went in about five minutes ago with Roscoe, that might have pulled some photogs away. People are delighted for you, there’s gonna be good wishes.”

She nodded at Simon before stepping through the gate, scanning her pass and waiting for Dan. It felt so different to a usual race weekend with him. There was no Michael around, no Blake yet, no bags being carried with helmets or gear. That was all coming down, it’d be there. Right now they needed to make it to Red Bull. She’d sit in hospitality or walk down to Aston to say hi to Lawrence, depending on what was going on. It was fine.

“Daniel! Emma! Congratulations! How does it feel to be driving?” The news had filtered out and questions were being thrown around but Dan just smiled and waved as they made it through the paddock. Different kids and fans came up with hats and merch to sign and he signed it all, Em standing there and fiddling with the FEA bracelet that she rarely took off. A couple of parents made small talk with her while the kids got photos with Dan, running off grinning. But finally they were at the Energy Station.

The moment they arrived in there was rapturous applause, a banner across the seating area with “IT’S A RICCIARDO” and a stork on it. Em blushed and grinned while Dan put an arm around her waist to hold her close as he nodded.

“Thanks guys, thanks. Much appreciated. Any idea where I’m supposed to go?”

“Engineering in five.” Christian stepped up as most of the team went back to where they were supposed to be. “Congratulations on the pregnancy. I know I already said it, but I mean it. You deserve some happiness. Em if you want to stay here feel free, or if you want to go up to Dan’s driver room you can. Is Blake around?”

“On his way back from Perth.” Em pulled a notebook from her handbag, flipping it open with practiced ease. “I’m back to work at least until he’s here, he wasn’t going to come back until testing. What do you need?”

“Just wanted to check timings. I got an email from him for four paddock passes, is that right? Charlie Clarke, Callum Clarke, and Dan’s parents?”

“Yeah. Blake’s partner, her brother, and my in laws. Are they ok?”

“Of course, yeah. You know that. Just wanted to be sure, they’ll be ready for tomorrow. We’ve an engineering briefing, Dan’s in the TV pen. I was going to send someone from PR with him, if you want to put a Red Bull shirt on you can follow him recording Em if you like. Whatever suits. Here’s the list of interviewers”

“Thanks Christian. Give me an hour?”

“Of course. See you in a couple Dan.”

She kissed her husband as chastely as they ever could, smiling at him.

“You know this car inside out. You know it as well as you know me. You know how it behaves. They would be putting Yuki in it and putting you in the Alpha Tauri if they had any doubts about you. You can do this, Baby.” Dan smiled and squeezed her hand before he left.

She sat in the hospitality with tea in front of her, her tablet open tracking the flight from Perth as she drank her tea and ran down the list of interviewers. It’d be easy, and her bump was still small enough that a large tee would be wearable. A woman sat beside her and she smiled.

“Em? Right? I’m Carola.” Em smiled at the other woman, switching off the screen.

“Nice to meet you. You’re Checo’s wife? It’s so lovely to meet you, I’ve seen you at a couple of races.”

“You too. Congratulations. This is your first?”

“It’s our first baby, yeah.” It didn’t hurt as much to say that anymore. Admitting it was the their first baby was true.

“It’s pretty great. This is our fourth, I’m due in October.”

They chatted for a few moments, Dan returning a few minutes later with a shirt for her.

“Vicky said she’d do it with me, but if you want to feel free. Wanna do it?”

“Yeah, let’s.” Dan took her hand to help her up. “We’ll talk later? It’s lovely to meet you Carola, but work calls.”

“Oh?” She seemed confused and Em smiled.

“My day job is his assistant. And his manager’s, but Blake isn’t here today. Time to get going!”

She followed Dan to the pen, smiling and staying out of the cameras as he answered the questions. It was mostly about the car and getting into it, but Ted at Sky couldn’t resist it.

“And your wife is at the track with you today, how does it feel to be able to tell everyone you’re having a baby?”

“Well Em is doing the hard work! But yeah, we’re excited. Its been a really, really good week for us.”

“That’s great. Congratulations to both of you.”

Em ended up back in hospitality while Dan was doing more work, but this time making phone calls left, right, and centre. Every hotel had a call in if they had a spare room, and she finally managed to get a caravan delivered to beside where Dan’s motorhome was. They could put Grace and Joe in the motorhome, Callum on the motorhome couch, and the other four would fit in the caravan. It was tight but could do it. Carola sat beside her as she ended the final call.

“Busy?”

“Yeah. Dan’s parents are flying in from Perth, so getting a caravan for them. How’re you? Are the kids here?”

“No they’re at home. How long have you worked with Daniel?” She was quiet as she spoke, younger than Em.

“Nearly four years? Japan 2019 was my first official race, but we were friends and together for years before that. I was complaining about work, Blake needed an assistant, so here I am.”

“He wanted you to travel?”

“Definitely. Being apart hurt. We’re working out how next year will go if he gets a seat, it’s gonna be toughs with a baby. But it’s worth it.”

“You’ll travel with the baby?”

“Definitely. Dan wants to be hands on and around for everything. We’ll make it work.”

“Oh. Well, this is my first time at Silverstone. Can you tell me about it?”

They chatted until Checo came over and saw them talking, speaking to his wife in Spanish before Carola said goodbye and they went to their own motorhome. Dan was a bit longer, coming back and giving her a kiss.

“Have fun?”

“I have a caravan beside your motorhome, and I had a really good chat with Carola. She’s lovely.”

“Checo’s wife?”

“Yeah. She’s sweet.”

The night was filled with nerves for both of them, different to any other race that Dan had done. Nights before fp1 before were easier. He knew the car. This time it was a car he’d never driven in real life before, but she was determined to be positive. He deserved at least that.

The news that the flight had landed woke them up, Blake promising to make their way up after they showered and ate. It’d be fine, they’d arrive in time for fp2 so she could relax then.

The yells for Dan as they walked into the paddock that morning were overwhelming. There was fans wearing ancient Aston Martin Red Bull 3 hats to make them grin, Em following her husband and holding his hand the entire way through.

Usually she’d be working away but Dan had told her to enjoy it. So she was, sitting in the garage with headphones on, watching as GP gave Dan some last minute encouragement. There he was in his race suit, helmet under his arm as he came across.

“Go fast and be safe.” He grinned as she spoke, kissing her quickly.

“I can do this, right?”

“Of course you can. I’m gonna be right here when you come back.”

She stayed in that spot for the full sixty minutes, watching as they got him used to the car. He wasn’t setting the timing screen alight, but he was firmly in the top ten. And in a sick delight that she’d never admit he was above the McLarens. She’d had to keep her mouth shut around Brown at all times, beating Lando and Oscar gave her a joy.

Instead of hospitality for lunch she went over to Mercedes while Dan was in meetings. Susie had promised a chat, and the two women sat in the sunlight with Roscoe sitting on the bench beside them. Em ate her wrap while petting the dog, promising to stay there for a few minutes while Susie ran back in. Now that she was officially the enemy she couldn’t go in like before, but being with someone was fine.

“Emmy!” She turned and saw Grace a little bit away, her mother in law wrapping her in a hug. Em relaxed against her, nodding at everyone else.

“Hey, it’s so good to see you all. Blake, Dan’s in engineering meetings. P6 in practice, Checo was P1. They seem happy so far.” Blake nodded and she watched him kiss Charlie before jogging towards the Red Bull Energy Station. “Welcome to Silverstone. I’m just waiting for Susie to come back and take Roscoe, then I’ll show you around.”

“Em. That’s not…is it?” Callum asked, Em smiling.

“Want to pet Lewis’ dog? He’s so sweet.”

The way Callum lit up petting the dog was great, and it wasn’t long until Susie was back with his lead to take Roscoe inside with a wave. Em led everyone else back to the Energy Station and found a table for them all.

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, but we’ve made it work. Grace, Joe, you’ve got Dan’s motorhome-“

“But he needs his-“

“It’s Dan. Do you think he’d be ok if you weren’t being looked after? You’re in there. I managed to get a two bed caravan brought in. It’s tight, but Charlie, you and Blake have one room. Dan and I are in the other. Sorry Cal, you’re stuck on the couch.”

“That’s fine. Thanks, Em. Seriously. I never thought I’d be here.”

“Enjoy every minute of it. You can watch from the garage if you like, or I got you a grandstand ticket too. Whatever you want.”

“You’re amazing.” He reached around her shoulder for a hug, Em giving him one before taking a deep breath.

“I’m just really glad you’re all here. It’s been a whirlwind.”

“How’s the baby?”

“They’re fine. We’re good. Just tired. It’s gonna be a week with everything. But it’s ok.” Dan came by a few moments later with his race suit tied around his hips.

“Navy suits you,” Joe told him and Em could see the pride on her in-laws faces at their son. Dan put his hand on her stomach for a moment as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good to see you. We can get dinner later? I’ve been in meetings all day when I’m not in the car, GP reckons they can let me go an hour or so after practice if nothing weird comes up. But practice in ten. Cal, you coming into the garage for it?”

“What?”

“C’mon.” Em went to stand up but Dan stopped her. “Stay there, you’ve been on your feet all day. I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Go fast and be safe.”

“Promise.”

The four who were left stayed in hospitality to watch practice, Em glad to be in the air conditioning. She relaxed with them to watch, greeting Dan as he came back. Their group was just back at the caravans when her phone rang.

“Is that Emma Ricciardo?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hi, I’m calling from Hilton Silverstone. We have a room available, you said you wanted it?”

“I’ll be there in ten. Thank you!” She hung up and went into the one they were sharing, Callum on the couch looking at his phone.

“Grab your stuff.”

“Huh?”

“I got you a hotel room, c’mon. We’re going. I’m gonna tell Dan, maybe we can give Blake and your sister some privacy.”

“They’re in that new love touchy feely mode. It’s not fun.”

“It is for them.”

She filled Dan in on what she was doing, her husband grinning and kissing her quickly. Grace was making dinner for them all, they’d eat in the motor home and give Blake and Charlie a bit of privacy. When he went into the second bedroom to say it she heard a yell, followed by Dan’s “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

By the time they were outside Callum had his stuff in the boot of Em’s little Fiat, Em sitting in to bring him. Security was strict, showing her pass nearly not enough to get her to the hotel car park. Finally they were in and Callum got out, waving and promising to meet them in hospitality in the morning. He was a grown adult, he could do what he wanted to.

Saturday morning Em was exhausted. Her stomach was filled with butterflies for the last couple of days thanks to stress and nerves, and she was terrified watching Dan go out in the car. But she had to trust everyone on that pit wall had her husband’s best interests at heart. If they didn’t then Dan wouldn’t get in the car.

She’d forgotten what it felt like to arrive at a race as the partner of a driver. It was different compared to Thursday and Friday, now it was the business end of the weekend. It felt like every photo was of her bump, of how she kept one hand on top of it when she was speaking. The hugs her friends gave her were photographed and carefully checked. Chloe had texted her one of her and Lance with a grin and a it’s unfair my brother sees you before I do that Em had sent a selfie back to. Chloe’s fault for being in Colorado with Scotty.

That morning while Charlie and Dan were getting ready Em and Blake had a conversation about what this weekend could lead to. The ultimate goal was a seat for Dan with Red Bull. But Em’s photos with people around the paddock would help with the media game and that was what she had to do. See her friends and people she liked, smile widely and get photos taken. It sucked that she had to, but the more it seemed like other teams were interested the more it would help.

Lawrence had known immediately what was happening, laughing with her and staring around at a photographer.

“Making it seem like we’ll sign Daniel? You know that it was never any of our-“

“Lawrence it wasn’t your fault. Or Seb’s. He apologised to Dan so many times last season. It all started from Monaco. I know for a fact there were discussions with people from Baku. You were at our wedding, you know we don’t blame Aston for anything.”

“I know. But still.”

“But nothing. How’re you doing? How’s Lance, I haven’t really talked to him much.”

They separated with the older man promising that the baby was receiving a bag of Aston Martin merch, Em laughing that Dan wouldn’t let it in the house as she said goodbye.

Practice was spent in the Energy Station, sipping a smoothie while she watched the screen. Joe sat beside her, Grace in the garage to watch for a while.

“Are you doing ok? I know Dan says he is, and I know you’ll pretend to the world you are, but are you really? You didn’t expect this.”

“Nobody expected it. It’s kind of insane.” She ran through the timeline with him, how Dan had come home from filming and in the sim the night before with no idea and then they were running so he’d make meetings and media. As she talked Max came into the room and sat at their table.

“Em. Joe. Sorry for putting Dan out like this, but he’s enjoying being in the car of course?”

“He is. Are you ok?”

In a different world Em thought they could have been close. Dan loved Max like a brother, and Em liked him as a person. But it was the people around him who she couldn’t stand. From the first time they’d met his father tried to make her feel less than, and Dan had told her the story of Kelly trying to ask him out shortly after she and Daniil had split up. She knew better than almost anyone how hard it was to cut those ties, but she couldn’t let herself be close to people who couldn’t cut them themselves.

“Getting there. I’m allowed look at screens now. Of course the crash was not my fault but that’s not something I can say outside. I spoke to Christian and he said we’d talk about it later. But this cannot continue.”

“I’m really glad you’re ok. We were watching, it was scary.”

“Thank you. You will tell Daniel that I was asking about him? They want to film something with the three of us later. He can be the padding.”

“We will. Look after yourself.”

He left and Joe looked at her with a small smile. “If I didn’t know about walls here and ears I’d say something.”

“It’s been bad. That’s all I’ll say.”

Red Bull had done well to hide how awful the relationship between the drivers was, but it was ice cold. Max barely acknowledged Checo when the cameras weren’t watching. There was a reason Dan was the one who was in all the videos with them. Max had only just left when Carola came over, taking a seat.

“Joe, have you met Carola? She’s Checo’s wife, she was so nice to me on Thursday when it was just us here. Carola, my father in law, Joe Ricciardo. I promise he’s not actually scary.” The younger woman smiled, holding out her hand for Joe to shake.

“You all came for the race?”

“Of course. Seeing Dan in a car again? With a team that supports him? The second we got the call we were looking for flights. Emmy had it organised, she was booking them already.”

“It was easier booking all five of you than everyone booking separately. I’m just glad we could.” It was quiet conversation between the three of them until Joe stood up.

“I‘ll stretch my legs. Em, text me if either of you ladies want anything. You don’t need to stand and get it, that’s what we’re for.” He left and Carola looked at Em confused.

“He’s Daniel’s dad, right? He acts like he’s yours.”

“We’re family. I’ve known him since before Dan and I started dating. It’s part of how I know Dan’s going to be such a good dad when the baby arrives. Plus, we’ve got a hard stop on when he’s driving.”

“Why?” The question was tinged with something more than just politeness, but Em kept going.

“He doesn’t want to miss the big events. The baby’s going to start school in 2027, so 2026 will be his last year if he gets a seat. We’ll be in Australia, it’s too far. It’s different for Louise, she’s in Europe. It’s even different for you, you’re in Mexico, right? How long is the flight?”

“Eleven hours to London. It’s ok.”

“Not bad. It’s seventeen from Perth if you get the direct one.”

“So Daniel will retire?”

“Yeah. I do most of the parenting till then, and then we swap. I get to decide what I want to do and he’ll be the main parent. It won’t be easy for us, but it’s what we want. Do you have photos of your kids? I think I saw them in Mexico last year but I wasn’t too well.”

“I remember! Daniel drove well. Here’s the three of them.”

It was oohing and awwing at the kids, Grace coming back and joining in. She pulled out the photos of Isaac and Isabella, Em feeling like she’d joined some secret club of parents who were so proud of their kids and their accomplishments. Carola was quiet, but she was nice to chat to. They’d never really be friends, they were too different, but having someone who knew the fear watching each race was something she could appreciate.

Finally it was time for qualifying. Em watched as Dan brought the car smoothly out of the pits, the car reacting just how he wanted it to. She hadn’t seen it like this since the Renault days, the car moving how he wanted it to. That smile as he put his helmet on, her and Callum standing listening to the radio. It was jarring hearing GP talk to Dan, but it fit somehow. She watched as he did his runs, not even the red flag stopping him from safely making it into Q2.

Em had nearly forgotten what it felt like to not worry about Dan going out in Q1. But she didn’t realise until the car was wheeled back in fully that Checo had been knocked out, the other driver’s face like thunder as he hopped out of the car and started the walk down to be weighed.

“That makes five in a row,” Callum whispered to her and Em shaking her head in response.

“Later. But I know.”

Q2 was tighter. Dan had told her that the only thing that Christian had said to him was he was expected to make it into Q3. Doing that was a good day for him with so little time in the car before now. She held her breath as Logan Sargeant had yet another lap time deleted, Daniel P10 and scraping through. Blake took her hand at the end of the round, squeezing once.

“He’s fine. He’s improving every lap, and he’s got a new set of softs for this. It’s Dan.”

“I know. I know.”

The last round was almost painful. Em held her breath as the chequered flag came out, Dan last to go across the line. He’d been in p10 until that lap, pushing him up into p5 and starting just behind the Ferraris.

“P5 Daniel. Great job, good spot for tomorrow.”

“Ah I’m sorry. It should have been higher.” She could hear the annoyance in himself as he spoke, wanting to hug her husband.

“Dan you did great. Little bit of traffic compromised the lap slightly and you still brought it home. This is a good base to go from tomorrow. Well done.”

The one thing that truly annoyed Em was that this was the first race McLaren had showed true promise in. A tractor of a car last year, unreliable and temperamental the year before, but now it was a front row lockout. Her annoyance at that team would always be there, but this was the time for her to smooth her face and grin because Dan had put in a hell of a performance. And beaten his teammate by eleven grid places. No big deal.

Dan was sent out early that night for an early arrival to the track the next morning. Everyone piled into the weird little golf cart to bring them back to the drivers campsites to relax. They were on the couch when Blake and Charlie stood up and grabbed their jackets.

“Blake’s bringing me on the ferris wheel and for food. There’s some of the nutritionist approved driver meals in the fridge, and I made sure there’s a bag of peach rings for you there too Em. We’ll be gone for oh, I dunno, three or four hours? Have fun!” Em laughed as the two of them left the exact same way she and Dan had the night before, leaning against her husband for a kiss.

“Does it make us old if I say I want food before anything else?” She asked, watching the grin spread on Dan’s face.

“Considering you’re growing a whole extra human no, no it doesn’t. You’re 18 weeks yesterday, right?”

“Yup. Almost halfway to meeting them.”

“Her.” She pushed against Dan to stand up, smiling as he got up.

“Them. We don’t find out for another three weeks. What if they’re a boy? What then?”

“Then I’ll love him all the same. But I just know. This baby is a girl, and she’s gonna be our Luna. Aren’t you, Lulu?”

“You need some food. C‘Mon. It’s an early night for race car drivers.”

Sunday morning dawned too early for both of them, staring at the clock until it was time to get up. It was real. Dan was driving in Silverstone again, and he was going to be in a good car. Em had so much faith in him.

“Promise me something?” She asked as he held her before they got out of bed.

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave anything out there. We don’t know what’s going to happen. But I don’t want you to have any regrets about this race or driving this car. Go out there and focus on driving as well as you can and as fast as you can. I’ve got faith in you, Danny.”

“I love you so much. I’m gonna do it. Alex bet me a hundred pounds that he’ll finish ahead of me. I’ve got to at least beat him.” Em giggled, laughing as Dan turned them over to kiss her before getting out of bed.

Getting ready to go to the paddock felt normal, and when they got into the main area of the caravan everyone was there with breakfast. Grace was cooking bacon and eggs, there were fresh rolls someone had gone out to get, and a big fruit salad in the middle of the table. The five others who were there clapped as Dan came out in an Enchante hoodie, Joe pointing to one of the seats.

“Your mother has food now, cmon and sit down. She texted Michael, he gave her a list of what to make.”

Em was missing the fourth member of their quartet. She’d hugged him briefly on Thursday, but there was so little time to see him. He had a week off in London and had promised to at least get lunch with her which was something. But she ate and laughed and walked into the paddock holding Dan’s hand for the fourth day in a row. They could do this. It’d be fine.

The mornings of races were usually chaotic, and this was no exception. She brought Callum upstairs to watch the F3 and F2 races from the roof of the garages, watching his face light up as he saw the cars battle it out.

“Would you do something like this? Charlie said you want to be a mechanic.”

“Not F1. The travel would kill me. I dunno how you and Dan and Blake do it. But a karting circuit or something, I’d like to help out there. My mates and I go most weeks, I usually help out with the mechanics there.” She nodded at him. All she’d known about him before the trip was he was Charlie’s brother, a massive F1 fan, and he recognised Blake the moment he walked into Charlie’s parents house. But he was smart and polite, and he didn’t let being starstruck stop him from chatting to other drivers. Watching him joke around with Esteban and Lance for a few moments when Lance had come over to say hi to her was a highlight.

Finally it was time for Dan to start going out. The cheer from the grandstand as his vintage car went past made Em grin broadly. No matter what she was going to enjoy this day. If this was the final race it was with people who cared about Dan, who wanted him to do well and loved him. That was more important than anything else.

“Your husband’s popular today.” Christian stood beside her and Em nodded.

“Isn’t it why you hired him? He’s always popular. I just want today to go well for him.”

“It will.” The certainty in his voice nearly startled her. “This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him before a race. Ever. I’ve got a good feeling about today.”

Dan came back in and changed before coming down, kissing Em and bending down to kiss her bump. She smiled with watery proud eyes before kissing his cheek.

“Remember what I said this morning. But more importantly, go fast and be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrinkles. See you on the other side.”

Waiting for the race to begin was an age. There was the trip to the grid, the grid walk playing on the telly beside her, and then the formation lap began. As it did Charlie stepped beside her, holding her hand tightly.

“You ok?” She asked, Em nodding.

“There’s a decent chance a camera will be on my face at some point. But yeah. I will be. I just want to watch Dan and make sure he’s ok.”

One ear on her headphones was Dan’s radio, the other was the commentary from Sky. The cars were lined up and she watched the lights blink off.

“And it’s lights out and away we go! Carlos Sainz had a slow getaway, letting Daniel Ricciardo in the Red Bull get the better of him. The two McLarens are still first and second, but they’ve got a Ferrari less than a second back, and a driver with something to prove currently in fourth.”

“Good work getting away, Daniel. Currently P4, P4, with-“

“I don’t want to know who’s ahead. Let me know if anyone behind me is coming close, but otherwise if I need to know I’ll ask, ok?”

“Understood.”

Fifty two laps went past quicker than Em could have thought. It was terrifying. She watched the screen on lap three as DRS was enabled and Dan slid on the inside of Charles around a corner.

“And I think the last of the late brakers is definitely back with us, that was classic Ricciardo right there.”

“Look at him, it’s such a difference to last year. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He’s got his replacement in his sights and I don’t know if this McLaren can hold up much of a fight.”

“He’s not going to make it two overtakes in four corners is oh wait he is! That was skill and talent and trusting the car you’re in. I dare say that rivals a Lewis Hamilton in 2014 or 2015 overtake.”

“I think you’re right Crofty, he’s really making this count. Up to P2 now and we’re three laps in. Meanwhile his teammate lost a position at the start and is currently battling Tsunoda!”

Em stared at the timer, the gap between Dan and Lando dropping from three seconds to two, and finally he was inside DRS range. The rear wing opened and she watched her husband do the overtake on the McLaren car, pulling ahead and going around the corner in a sweeping motion.

The garage erupted in cheers from the pit crew watching the screens, “c’mon Danny boy!” heard from a couple of them. Em kept a hold of Charlie’s hand, breathing deeply with her other one kept steady on her bump. He could do this. He could do it. This was Monaco, but a fully working engine. This was the proof that Dan hadn’t lost everything. That the trust Red Bull had put in him wasn’t misplaced.

As the pit stops happened she rolled her shoulders to get some tension out, but he was still out there. Finally he was called back in, a nearly thirty second gap to Lewis behind him. It was tight, so tight that Em held her breath while he was in the pits, watching as he came out just ahead of Lewis. This was it.

“That’s Lewis one point three behind, try to open a gap so he doesn’t get into DRS. They’ve got some good race pace.”

“What about the McLarens?”

“Behind Lewis.”

“Copy. Clear to push to the end?”

“Clear to push.”

Dan’s soft tyres did what they were supposed to, pushing him forward and propelling him to a gap. Em watched everyone in the garage stand as the chequered flag was waved, her husband in P1 as tears fell down her face. He’d done it. He’d won at Silverstone and he’d won a race and he had nothing left to prove. Nothing.

“I’m sorry. I thought I’d get Carlos at the end. Sorry for not winning it for you.”

“Dan what are you talking about?”

“I’m P2, right?”

“Daniel it’s Christian. You were about to lap Carlos, he got a puncture and had to pit. You did it. You won the race.”

“I won?”

The shock in his voice was clear, Blake holding Em up as she listened. He didn’t even know.

“You won, mate. You’re a British Grand Prix winner and a nine time Grand Prix winner. Come on back in and pull up at the big number one.”

It felt like an instant that Em was pulled down to Parc Ferme, half walking, half running down the pit lane. Blake had one hand and Charlie had the other, and she knew she was on camera but she couldn’t care how she looked because she needed to see her husband right that moment.

The mechanics let her through to the barrier, standing beside GP and Christian. She knew Dr Marko was somewhere nearby but she ignored, focusing on the navy car pulling in and the roar of the crowd as Dan stopped the car. His head tilted forward against the steering wheel before he pulled it out and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out and stood on the halo for a moment, thumping his chest three times. Em covered her mouth, the memories of Monaco and Monza hitting her full force. That was her husband. He’d won in Silverstone.

She watched him get weighed and then he ran straight across to grab her, leaning across the barrier to kiss her.

“You went fast.”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“I’m so fucking proud of you right now, Baby. So proud. Go do a shoey for us?”

“Of course.”

She watched him get enveloped by the team, Christian grabbing him for a hug before Dan was brought over for his interview. Lewis and Lando both hijacked it, the younger driver’s “I mean his missus is British so technically this is also his home race, right?” Making the crowd cheer even louder. Finally they were led up to the drivers cooldown room and the podium.

His grin was impossible to miss. Dan stood on that top step, GP on the constructor’s podium as Advance Australia Fair rang out across Northamptonshire. She watched the champagne be sprayed in slow motion, Lewis and Lando taking full opportunity to spray him before Dan pulled his racing boot off and poured into it. The crowd was chanting “shoey” as he drank, holding the boot aloft like a goblet. The other drivers followed suit, even GP taking a sip before pouring the rest of it out. Em felt like she’d burst with pride as her entire family was there with them to celebrate Dan’s success.

It took an age for Dan to be free from press but Em didn’t mind. She walked the paddock to see friends, giving hugs to the drivers she knew well enough. Charles stopped her to specifically congratulate her on the pregnancy, giving a hug and promising to give her Italian baby books so the baby wouldn’t just speak English. He was disappointed after his race so she just hugged him and promised to cheer him on in the next one.

Finally Dan was free, and the hug he gave her was everything. The seven of them went for dinner together nearby, a private room that someone from Red Bull managed to get them. There was a party in his honour from Red Bull, Em insisting Dan at least showed his face at it. By nine he was back in the caravan they were sharing with Blake and Charlie, food on the table for the four of them as they curled up on the couches. Blake was the first one to break the silence.

“Christian asked me for a meeting tomorrow. Me and him while Dan’s prepping for the tyre test. The paddock rumour is Checo and his wife had a fight on Saturday night in his motorhome. She threatened to leave him.”

“Oh shit. Saturday was when we were talking and I told her our plans.” Em explained the entire conversation she had with Carola about Dan being an involved parent and the travel plans they had for the baby. Charlie started giggling as she spoke.

“You psyched her out! You showed her what her life could be like if he wasn’t a cheating cunt - do not shush me Blake Friend I didn’t care about F1 then and I saw the videos - and actually cared about his family. She’s setting her boundaries. Good for her!”

“Which means his seat is empty next season. Nyck’s gone from the summer. Alex Palou in Indycar is Marko’s preferred driver for that seat, but he can only take it after Monza because of the Indy season. He doesn’t know if Lawson can make the step up, and he doesn’t want Iwasa. Plus with the Yuki stuff I dunno.”

“Yuki stuff?” Dan asked as he speared a piece of chicken from the platter.

“Sauber want him. They think he could bring that car into the points regularly and learn from Bottas. So that could be two Alpha Tauri seats open for next year at least. Would you take one?”

“I mean I want Red Bull. But I know even with today it’s not guaranteed. I’d take it if the contract says I’m first driver and have first dibs on a Red Bull seat. But who would take that seat?”

“Max wants you.” Em was the one who spoke, making herself comfortable on Dan’s lap. She and Charlie were each on their partner’s laps, Dan’s hand protectively around her stomach. “We were talking for a few minutes on Saturday. If he got Nyck that seat - unproven Nyck De Vries who’d never been involved in Red Bull - him lobbying for you can get you the seat. We know Christian would be happy to have you back. I say go for the Red Bull. Checo was completely shown up this weekend. I love you Baby and you know I believe in you, but in any other team those results should have been reversed. He shouldn’t be beaten by the reserve.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I’m gonna head over to Grace and Joe, let you guys talk.” Charlie went to get up but Blake kept her still, Em turning to face her.

“You’re involved in this. You get a say. This only happens if it’s four yes votes.”

“I’m not involved in Dan’s career. I don’t need a say.”

“You’re Blake’s girlfriend. The two of you live together even if you don’t admit it. He’s going to be gone for weeks or months at a time and it’s hard. So yeah, you do have a say in this. As someone who was in your position before you definitely have a say.”

It was quiet between them for a few moments as they all thought. Em was the first to break the silence.

“I say yes. It’s going to be hell travelling with a baby, but if you want it then it’s a yes.”

“Yes.” Charlie looked at Blake as she spoke, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “I just…yes. Today made me realise why Callum has loved racing for so many years. And yeah it’s gonna be hard and it’s gonna hurt and Blake and I will be moping around when we’re apart. But you’ve got a deadline, right?”

“End of 2026. The baby’s in pre-kindy from 2027, proper school the year after. We want to be well settled before that happens.” His hand rubbed Em’s bump as he spoke, Charlie nodding.

“I can do that. It’s a yes from me.” She faced Blake fully and Em felt like she was intruding watching them as Charlie’s voice got thick. “I love you. And this is going to be so hard. But we know it’ll be hard and that’s how we’ll make it through. We’ll figure it out somehow. But if they’re travelling the world with a baby then that child’s uncle Blake needs to be right there too, yeah? So we’re doing this.”

Blake pushed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “If Chuck says yes then I say yes. It’s all her.”

Em looked up at Dan, at the determination on his face. Her sunshine boy who’d won nine races, all of them at different tracks. Who deserved the world and who people finally realised was as talented as he’d always said he was.

“Yeah. I really want this. Thanks for letting me try for it.”

“Ooof.” The butterflies in her stomach solidified for a moment, a weird feeling against Em. “Oh my god. The baby agrees. They just kicked I think.”

“What? Seriously?” Dan pushed his hand on her belly and Em could feel the movement properly. Their baby was there and safe and was going to be fine.

“Yeah. They did it again when you pushed. So we’re doing this? Three more years of chaos?”

“Three more years of chaos.”

Em sat against her husband, their best friends on the other couch. Charlie had quickly become someone she trusted more than almost anyone else. She’d kept their secrets, and in return Em was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Blake and Charlie got their happy ending.

The good mood from the win stayed that way the entire night. It was a lazy, lazy night with them watching a movie. Callum texted Charlie that he was down at main stage before going back to his hotel, Joe and Grace stayed in their own motorhome. Everything was hitting Em all at once. Dan won Silverstone. He won her home race. As she went to bed that night it was all that she could think about.

The next morning was chaos. They had hotel rooms booked because of the tyre test, and the caravan and motor home were being taken back by the rental agency. Instead they were packing to move to the hotel, and Em handed Callum her Oyster card before he headed back to London with Grace and Joe. The three of them were staying in Dan and Em’s apartment for the tyre test before they spent time together after it. It was hugs goodbye until Dan and Blake dropped their respective partners off at the same hotel Callum had been staying in. The rooms weren’t ready, but Em and Charlie could sit in the restaurant until they were.

Em hugged Dan goodbye, kissing his cheek.

“Whatever happens this week, you won Silverstone. You have nothing to prove them. Don’t think you do.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Dimples.”

Beside her Charlie was doing the same goodbye, slipping her favourite necklace into Blake’s hand.

“What’s this for? You never take this off, you said it’s a family one.”

“Yeah well it’s for the next couple of hours to give you good luck. Not that you need it, but every little helps.”

“Thanks, Chuck. I love you.”

“Love you too. Go get him that seat, yeah?”

Em watched the two drive off before sitting with Charlie to wait. Now they actually knew what might happen she was ready but terrified.

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Laws Of Attraction (Part 6) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mature themes

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: That’s right, I broke the ending into another part which means another chapter is on the way. If you’ve been keeping up, I appreciate you sticking with me through my draughts and generally inconsistent posting schedule. Thank you again for every like, comment, and reblog. Please let me know what you think and enjoy ❤️

The week passed more quickly than you anticipated. You pulled an all-nighter to draft the language you promised. It helped that you couldn’t sleep anyways. You tried to make up for it on the twenty-hour flight from Brazil to Abu Dhabi but again, rest evaded you. It didn’t help that between the travel and the time difference you basically lost a day and a half. You threw yourself deeper into your work as a distraction. You were thankful that there were lots of back and forths of redlines, as expected.

But no matter how busy you kept yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about that damn kiss that had now been tattooed in your mind. You wished it wasn’t good. You wished he had chapped lips and tasted like onions. But it had enveloped you. The way he grabbed you and the feeling of his stubble on your face set off butterflies in your stomach and other places down south. You were pretty sure you saw through space and time and you suddenly had the ability to hear colors.

And even though the kiss was so good, it was made bittersweet by everything that was discussed afterwards. You didn’t miss the warmth leaving his eyes and his obvious disappointment. On one hand, you handled the situation the best way you knew how. You had been very clear in Mexico on the limits of your relationship, that should not have been a surprise to him. Your job was to be professional and you reestablished those boundaries. On the other, you had somehow removed every laugh line from his face. You missed the crinkles around his eyes and the reverberating bravado of his laugh. If there was another way you could have gone about the conversation, it was lost on you. Leaning into the kiss and those feelings surrounding it was legally impossible. He would simply have to pick up his bruised ego and move on, which you were sure wouldn’t be difficult. The thought helped you somewhat – he was still a handsome, charismatic celebrity who could get any girl he wanted. You were one piece of parsley in an endless buffet. Poor little rich boy couldn’t have the one dish he wanted right now, but as soon as the season was over and you went your separate ways, you would be a distant memory he would laugh at in retrospect. Amongst the models, actresses, singers, and influencers he could pick from, he had trauma bonded with his very average and nerdy lawyer during a particularly vulnerable point in his life.

As your thoughts meandered during the course of the long flight, you were appreciative that you would not be on your own this weekend. The partner apparently decided to show up in Abu Dhabi, finally making Daniel a priority knowing that the matter would be closing. You had gotten somewhat frustrated with Joe, that he kept cancelling on meetings last minute leaving you to deal with everything. There were several silver linings, however. First, you hoped it meant he trusted you with the significant responsibility, which again would likely lead to a positive performance review and a hefty bonus. It may even come in handy a few years from now when you would become eligible to make partner yourself. Second, in picking up that responsibility, you had grown a lot professionally in the last few months. Belgium felt like a lifetime ago, in more ways than one. In the last few restless days your mind kept reflecting back to that first race weekend when you were full of nerves, but lately you didn’t quite feel like the same young associate with a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. Third, for better or worse, you grew to know you client in a way you would not have been able to but for the partner’s absence and that transfer of duty. Because you knew him so well now, you were better able to represent him. This was, of course, a double-edged sword. You’d unintentionally gotten to know the driver far better than you intended. Over the course of months, he poked little holes in your armor leaving you open and vulnerable and inching you closer towards that delicate line you dared not cross. The two of you had danced around it for weeks. If you hadn’t crossed it before, kissing certainly pushed the two of you over the edge together. You wondered what he thought about all this, considering he had far less to lose from the predicament. It would probably be awkward the next time you saw each other, but hopefully still respectful and professional if nothing else.

Meanwhile, Daniel along with the rest of the grid arrived in Abu Dhabi a day early to have a retirement dinner party for Seb. Seb had been unexpected source of support during this uncertain time in his career. Not all of the drivers had reached out to him when news about his early termination with McLaren broke. Of those that did reach out, some were simply surface level exchanges lacking compassion and depth. Seb, however, had helped him navigate a slew of existential crisis. The least Daniel could do was return that support to his friend. He sat next to Lando and Pierre, the drivers chatting amongst themselves during the meal. Of course there was a general curiosity about his plans for next year, but he playfully remained tight-lipped. The conversation was light, reminiscing and debriefing on some of the post-race debauchery over the course of the season. It was all fun and games until Pierre brought up Halloween in Mexico and his failed attempts at bringing home an instragram influencer and a model that night.

“I think I might be losing my touch. But that was a fun night though, yeah?”

“It was, I’m surprised you remember most of it,” Daniel teased.

“Honestly, me too. That girl dressed as you, she was a good time.” Daniel did his best to remain casual, though his heart skipped at beat at your mention.

“Yeah, y/n is fun when she’s not working.”

“I’ve seen her around the paddock a few times. She’s your lawyer, right?” He took a long drink, not liking the direction the conversation was headed.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe when the season is over I can grab her number.” It was more of a statement than a question. Daniel feigned ignorance at the request and laughed.

“I mean I can give it to you, but she probably wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“How so?” Pierre looked at Daniel, both men visibly confused.

“I mean I’m no lawyer myself, but wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest for her?”

“Oh no dude, I don’t want her services – or, uh legal services I should say,” he said cheekily. Daniel’s ears immediately turned red, his jaw clenched, and hand balled into a fist. He did his best to control his facial muscles to not let on to the fact that Pierre had unknowingly stepped on an emotional landmine. Lando, who had been talking to Zhou across from him, sensed the shift in the driver sitting next to him. He diverted his attention for a moment to try to break the tension before Daniel could say or do something he would regret.

“Pierre, she’s way too smart for you and you’re not her type,” he said casually, earning a laugh from the others including Pierre.

“What are you talking about, I’m everybody’s type,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I think that might be part of the problem,” Lando responded. “Plus, you’re already in a committed relationship with this one,” jabbing his thumb in the direction of Yuki. That side of the table continued to laugh and joke, Daniel included, but he didn’t miss the chance to lock eyes with his teammate to silently convey his thanks for discreetly deflecting the conversation away from the woman that had taken up so much space in his mind. Had he really almost punched his friend at a fancy restaurant during his mentor’s retirement party? He was in deep. Hook, line, and sinker.

Daniel had bought himself more time extending the signing with Red Bull, but he had no idea what he was doing. You had made it abundantly clear that nothing could happen until after everything was signed. You also hadn’t explicitly said whether you wanted anything to happen afterwards... All he knew, whether or not anything progressed further between the two of you, he just needed to be near you. He needed more time with you, beyond Monday.

The evening continued with heartfelt sentiments exchanged, and Daniel found himself more and more in his feelings especially as the drinks flowed. He thought he recovered from Pierre’s comments at dinner, but then Seb gave a speech to the rest of grid that brought him to the brink of tears. His mentor’s goodbye made him reflect and contemplate his own journey over the year. Though neither driver would be on the grid next season, Daniel was envious that Seb had the opportunity to leave the sport on his own terms compared to the lack of agency he felt with his tenure with McLaren. Feeling unmoored, you showed up out of nowhere to turn his ship around at the eleventh hour. He wasn’t sure what was next for him, but he knew he couldn’t do it without you by his side. Maybe another drink would take his mind off you.

The night continued, one by one the other drivers called it a night. But Daniel stayed until the wee hours of the morning with some of the younger drivers who had higher tolerances. Lando took note of his teammate’s condition who refused to believe he couldn’t keep up. They hadn’t discussed the elephant in the room, but he could put two and two together even if he didn’t have all the details. You might have been discreet, but Daniel was anything but. He noticed how Daniel perked up just a little on the days you had meetings. He noticed the stupid looks you gave each other, each party oblivious to the other. He noticed all the times you went out with the drivers at Daniel’s invitation, which was surely not in your job description. And right now for whatever reason likely involving you, Daniel was miserable, his melancholia exasperated by alcohol.

“Hey mate, I think it’s time to go back to the hotel,” Lando said as he put an arm around Daniel.

“Nooo, but we’re having fun! For Seb!” Daniel slurred as he held up his drink triumphantly.

“We are having fun, but we have to get up really early. Remember?”

Daniel was too tired to fight back. So he pouted as Lando corralled him into the backseat of the car back to the hotel.

You rolled into Abu Dhabi at 2am. You were exhausted. You had no shame about rocking under eye patches and a face mask mid-flight to at least hopefully make it look like you’d gotten some type of rest over the last two days. Unfortunately, the dark circles that remained begged to differ.

You were in the middle of checking in when you heard commotion in the lobby behind you. You rolled your eyes at the drunks stumbling in, keeping your head down to avoid any interaction.

“That’s it, almost there mate.” You knew that voice. You slowly turned to find Lando struggling to guide a dazed Daniel towards the elevator. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly. That made you wake up.

“Lando? Daniel?”

Both drivers looked your way. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your grungy airport outfit: messy bun, no makeup, and full Enchante sweatsuit Daniel had gifted you after Japan. You couldn’t decipher the look Lando gave you that was equal parts relieved and concerned, but Daniel’s face lit up immediately showing off those darn dimples.

“Y/n!”

“Hi. What are you guys doing?” you asked hesitantly. It was mostly directed at Lando since he still had his wits about him, but Daniel answered anyways.

“We had to say goodbye to Seb,” he said solemnly. Lando rolled his eyes seeing the immediate look of concern and confusion on your face.

“Jesus Christ. The guy’s retiring, he didn’t die.”

You gave a polite smile. “I’m sorry, I think I’m missing something.”

“The whole grid had a retirement party for Seb, not a funeral as this one might have you believe. It started with dinner but some guys stayed out and well… he’s just been slightly overserved.” You pursed your lips together to keep from laughing. You could tell Lando’s patience had run thin, but despite his annoyance he had made sure Daniel got back safe which you appreciated.

“Well, thank you for taking care of my client.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” Daniel slurred a few feet away, leaning against a pillar in the opulent lobby – immediately followed by him almost slipping but quickly catching himself. He smiled again, proud and satisfied with his own rescue effort.

“Right…” you drawled. You turned to the concierge who had been patient and stoic as the scene unfolded. You’d been informed that the hotel catered to Westerners, but you were still cautious being in a country that technically followed Sharia law despite the many exceptions for expats and tourists. “My apologies ma’am, is it ok if I help escort my friend to his room for a moment? I can finish checking in afterwards.”

“Of course Miss l/n. I’ll still be here.” Having the green light to accompany the two boys, you and Lando flanked Daniel linking your arms through his to walk him to the elevator.

“I don’t need help,” *hiccup* “I’m a strong, independent woman,” he said, though he did nothing to resist your assistance.

“You are maybe half of those things,” you retorted.

“That’s being generous, I give him zero out of three,” Lando chimed in.

“Oh be nice, you know you can feel those muscles,” you lightly countered as you gave Daniel’s bicep a quick squeeze. You gave him a tired, playful smile and the look he returned you was so full of adoration it felt like your heart was going to burst at the seams. He leaned his head on your shoulder when you stepped in the elevator and you wished you could put the moment on pause to keep him there a while longer.

“You can’t possibly be referring to these chicken wings,” Lando replied. “Do you have your room key?” Lando asked Daniel, breaking your daze. Daniel shuffled for a second, patting his pockets, then nodding in confirmation. “Good, I’m going to bed.” He pressed the floor for himself, then Daniel’s.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lando gave you a knowing smile.

“I already did 90% of the heavy lifting, I’m sure you can handle it from here.” You shot daggers his way, Daniel still between the two of you, blissfully unaware of your quarrel. “See you in seven hours,” he said as he got off the elevator.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed, leaving the two of you alone. Daniel was too drunk to feel awkward about the predicament given how you last left things, a lazy smile still on his face.

“You called me your friend. To the concierge.”

“I did.”

“I thought I was your client.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He hummed in response. The answer seemed to make him happy. His eyes grazed over you, his smile growing.

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“An astute observation.”

“They look good on you.” The elevator doors opened as a blush crept to your face. You guided him into the hallway and ignored his comment.

“Ok, what number are you?”

“This way,” he said, ignoring your question and yanking you to the right. You kept your arm around him to steady his swaying. You could smell the alcohol coming off him, making you wonder about the events leading up to this but whatever it was wasn’t a conversation for today. He finally stopped in front of a door and fumbled with his pockets. You waited to make sure he could get into his room, but after a minute or two you got concerned.

“I can go back to the concierge to get another key-”

“No, no, I got it.” You watched as he fished it out from the depths of his front pocket, then struggled with getting it to work on the fob.

“Here, let me help you.” Your own patience running low, you took the key from his hands and opened the door. You had planned on finishing your check-in when you knew he made it inside, but felt bad leaving him in the condition he was in. You reasoned that it was to help him avoid a hangover in the morning so that he would be as camera ready as possible for press day, but it was a loose excuse.

You cautiously entered his room and turned on some lights. Your jaw dropped for a moment – his room was at least triple the size of every other hotel room you had stayed at over the course of the season, every detail pristine. You held the door open for him as you ogled in the foyer. He pinballed off the door frame to make his way inside, leaning against the wall across from you. He openly took you in, admiring how his merch hung from your body more perfectly than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t turn away when you returned his gaze.

“Come on let’s get you tucked in, you have a long day tomorrow – or in six and a half hours.” You grabbed his arm again and brought him towards the bed, and he happily followed you like a puppy. You were relieved he was at least cooperating. You sat him down. “Ok sir, where do you keep your pajamas?” He gave you a wicked grin.

“I don’t wear any,” he said shamelessly. You pursed your lips, you knew you walked into that one.

“Of course you don’t. Well when I leave you can get undressed. Just sit tight for a sec.” You opened up the bottle of water by the coffee maker and poured it into a glass. “Here, drink this.” He guzzled the water, so you poured him another. “Good job. How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” He showed off his pearly whites with a giant smile, closing his eyes as his head flopped back.

Oh my God, you’re so drunk, you said under your breath. “I’m serious, do you feel nauseous at all? Headache?”

“I’m peachy,” he said as he swung his legs back and forth off the bed. He played with his hands in his lap. Seemingly able to entertain himself at least for a minute, you walked into the bathroom to go through his toiletries to find some Advil and maybe some tums for the morning. When you returned, your patient was already taking off his shirt and had started undoing his belt.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down there tiger. Why don’t you take two Advil first?”

“I’ll do anything you tell me,” he said before swallowing the pills you handed him. “I’m going to miss you when you leave.” His sudden shift in tone threw you off. You sat down next to him to show your support and solidarity.

“You know you can always call me. It will be like I never left.”

“As a friend?” he asked hopefully. You smiled and put a reassuring hand on his thigh.

“Yes, definitely as a friend.” There was a pause.

“What about as more than a friend?” *hiccup* “Like, afterwards?” You bit your lip, but smiled.

“I think that’s a conversation for another time.”

“You didn’t say no.” You laughed.

“You’re drunk as a skunk and this is the moment you choose to dissect semantics.” He picked up your hand resting on his thigh, bringing it to his lips to kiss without breaking eye contact.

“Enchante.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, but it sure is charming as heck,” you said between laughs. You pulled your hand back and stood up. “On that note, I think you have everything you need so I’m going to head out. You have two more ibuprofen on your nightstand for the morning and two tums in case you get heartburn or an upset stomach. I set your alarm for 8:00 so you can sleep in a little, but still gives you an hour to get ready before you need to head to the paddock. I think it’s ok if you’re fashionably late.” He pouted. “Oh come on now, no need to frown. You get to take off those pants and go to bed. I’m going to go to bed too.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay?” He gave the best puppy eyes he could. Matched with his bare torso, six pack on full display, and unbuttoned belt and pants, anyone with a weaker constitution would’ve folded immediately. But at this point you were a trained soldier, the end of your internal battle in sight. You did make one concession though.

Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was the jet lag. Maybe it was the possibility he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning. But in a streak of boldness, you brought your hand to the side of his face, feeling the sharpness of his jawline and the texture of his stubble. You bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe next time,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his.

His eyes were flying saucers when you stood. “Good night, Daniel. Get some rest.”

Despite how tired he was, it was hard for him to fall asleep after that.

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dayslynthesix · 2 months

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break point | charles leclerc x tenis player!oc

just a small observation, i don't like to write social media au with y/n or user1/user2 thing, so i just named every character of this one, jeremy made a small appearance on deuce and slice (danny ric x tennis player), for context, he's also a tennis player lol and all the other ones are supposed to be cath's friends

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hallieriley splitting my time between an actual sport and fast cars going vroom vroom, scuderiaferrari thank you for the invitation, i love miami and i love the red car 🏎 | 📌 miami

scuderiaferrari alway a pleasure to have you with us!

hallieriley it would be very funny if you let me do a hot lap with a certain driver 🤨

benshelton so that's why you didn't came to see me play?

hallieriley you're not even playing bro, you came to miami with me just so we could see fast cars going vroom vroom

charles_leclerc cmonnnn going vroom vroom is lovely

hallieriley lovely, simply lovely

volleyserve wait... hallie is watching 20 playboys racing in circles?

rileyxverstappen actually is 19 playboys racing behind max verstappen

hallieriley nice to see there's people around the world who supports me (most amazing players ever) and max (i don't actually know him)

queenofrg hallie sweetie??

maxverstappen1 what ferrari promised you? i assure you redbull can offer twice

hallieriley im a redbull athlete they should have invited me first, maxie 😇

redbullracing our bad 😔 next one is on us!

f1tennisgirl the fact that max doesn't follow her but went to her profile just to tease ferrari is so max coded

maxverstappen1 i do follow her, we're redbull athletes besties

hallieriley yeah, best friends (i didn't knew him until 2 days ago but sure whatever he says)

carlossainz55 thank you for the support, hallie, having you here was amazing!

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norrisprivateacc carlos bro be more subtle

rileygirl i love how she answered charles coment with a max radio and she just liked carlos comment

ccaspari wow you were there and didn't stand to say hello to your BEST FRIEND?

hallieriley omg where you here? hold on let me find the mercedes garage i need to see you 😭😭

mercedesamgf1 third one right to left 🫡

jeremyrossi oh us tennis players that somehow are related to f1 🫠

jensonbutton i don't think you'll ever accept the fact that I married your sister and it's been 6 years

yrossibuton 8 years*

may 5th, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, rolandgarros, scuderiaferrari, redbull, benshelton and 210.087 others

hallieriley oh is that time of the day where im calling ben so we can practice together and he's not answering me 🤪

benshelton omw

hallieriley you're not supposed to be on your way benjamin, you were supposed to be here 15min ago!

benshelton omw!!!

coachjames i see...

breakpoints how does ben and hal know each other? just recently got into tennis and i love they're friendship and they're awesome playing doubles

hallieriley thank youu!! our parents played together at the same tour back in the '90 and we sorta grew up together, we're close in age (im 1 year older than him) once ben started to play tennis we started to play doubles together, we're friends since childhood

charles_leclerc i won a padel match a few month ago does that count as tennis? actually im a padel king 👑

hallieriley charles... do you read what you type before you send it?

charles_leclerc so it is not tennis?

maxieboy he's trying to impress her but he's just embarrassing himself

maxverstappen1 im pretty confident that i can beat you in a 2h2

hallieriley redbullracing can you organize a tennis match between me and max?

max1rileychamp he's allergic to failing and 2nd places but im so ready to see him and his delulu thoughts having his ass kicked by catherine

merliagrace i would never do this to you

hallieriley i know!!! missing you btw, when are you going to italy so i can see you play?

merliagrace we're playing rome in 3 weeks, hope you can make it

hallieriley YESSSS !!!! finally, yep ill be home in 3 weeks

gialis pick up the phone, ps: looking good

rileyxverstappen i love how gia and carlos communicate with the world almost the same way, i think they should be friends

maxverstappen1 🤨🤨🤨

gialis i think carlos and i should be friends as well, hallie can you introduce us?

scuderiaferrari we should send you some official merch 🤔

nike get out, we got here first!

redbull how i love being a redbull athlete 😊

hallieriley don't lie adm, you guys don't even remember me at this days 😭😭😭

hallieriley but if you want to reward me there's this skydiving thing im dying to do...

redbull on the way!

redbullracing we'll send you monaco tickets and after the race we will have a court ready!

besttennisgirl i think we lost hallie to fast cars going vroom vroom

alinariley why there's so many f1 drivers in my daughter's comment section?

charles_leclerc my bad, im sorry 😭

alinariley not you sweetie!

maxverstappen1 mama riley we're sorry for being so chaotic

alinariley are you? 🤨

queenofclay i wish i could call ben shelton my bff

sheltonriley and double partner

queenofclay i completely forgot that ben and her are a pair in doubles

janniksin i didn't

carlitosalcarazz me neither

hallieriley both of you don't even play doubles 👁👄👁

alcarazwimbledon oh to be hallie riley and have both alcaraz and sinner fighting to be her double 🤭

may 15th, 2024

hallieriley

liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, benshelton, usaopen, maxverstappen1, redbullracing and 344.562 others

hallieriley multitasking at rolandgarros, see you in a couple of days 🎾

gialis hallie's life is so easy, she goes there, play a tennis match, win, go back to hotel, see her team mess around... us ferrari girls at this point we're just happy with not being knocked out of q3

charles_leclerc have faith on the team

gialis heyyy charlie hello!! faith and ferrari on the same sentence... lol not happening, but i have faith on you

rolandgarros looking forward to have you back on court!

nike there's a lot of ferrari and charles leclerc on this post 🤔

hallieriley nike x ferrari when?

queenofrg hallie is... soft launching?

jeremyrossi 👏🏻👏🏻

maxverstappen1 charles is trying to get out of imola to go see you play can you get us some vip passes?

hallieriley call my agent and ask her, nicely

maxverstappen1 what do you think im rude for free with people?

charles_leclerc you took me out of the race for free last week

hallieriley not everything is about winning but charlie got the ability to lose all the times, maxie you've been a bad team player so no vip passes for you 🤪

f1 i think the tifosi army got another member

redbullracing well, they didn't, she was our girl first

hallieriley yeah, since seb (jenson button walked so seb could run) (please everyone knows im a ferrari girl trough and throughout)

charles_leclerc got pole for you 🫶🏻

hallieriley i saw it hihi amazing lap charlie

benshelton you're not coming to see me play?

hallieriley omw!! i forgot my credentials 🫠

gialis and me! your forgot me!!!

coachjames so that's why you were late?

hallieriley lies! im never late and you know that 🥺

sheltonriley ben and hallie are not playing doubles at roland garros?

hallieriley we are!!

may 18th, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, rolandgarros, usaopen, benshelton, carlitosalcarazz, redbullracing and 432.122 others

hallieriley first match ✅️ love to play here, love the french crowd and the croissants 🫶🏻 waiting for wilsontennis to send me a pink racket

wilsontennis pink? it shouldn't be red?

jeremyrossi congratulations hallie, you played an amazing tennis this match and it was worthy the sleepless night

hallieriley thank you jer!!! and im pretty positive that im wasn't the one who got you up all night, hope little mia was watching me play as well! 🥺🫶🏻

charles_leclerc great match!

hallieriley thank you charlie 🫶🏻 did you see the point i made for you?

charles_leclerc obviously

sedicislice hello?

queenofrg the queen is back at her castle

merliagrace WOW WOW WOW that was a high level tennis

sheltonriley waiting for the doubles even though i think ben and hals are insane for playing single and double at the same tournament

maxverstappen1 we got the tickets haha see you during the next match haha

verstappenxriley not max getting into tennis just to annoy charles

f1tennis5 i think max is living in a parasocial relationship with hallie

charles_leclerc he's living in a parasocial relationship to annoy me, where i go he goes, if i go to a volleyball match, he's there, if i go to a tennis match, he's waiting in front of my car, if i go to a baseball game IN THE USA HE'S THEREEEEEEE

hallieriley me and my agent we're about to have a nice little chat 🤨

maranellosun ok so i just got into tennis why are people saying charles and hallie are a thing? or is cath and max?

sedicislice she was invited by ferrari to the miami gp and they were caught outside the circuit having dinner, they're always interacting on social media and they went to a very famous gym in monaco after the miami gp, and no, she and max are just friends since she became a redbull athlete

scuderiaferrari well done, hallie!

rolandgarros the people princess!

georgerussell63 hey charles_leclerc is it possible for you to ask your girl if she can come and take a picture with carmen?

hallieriley rude, I'll find you and carmen after this match and we can go for a coffee 🥰

hallierileyupdates she is indeed the people princess

may 22nd, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, carlitosalcarazz, wimbledon, benshelton and 321.944 others

hallieriley time to see my #2 boy, vamos carlossss! anxiously waiting my turn to play

benshelton 🤨🤨

hallieriley I SAID #2 YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY #1

charles_leclerc 🤔🤔

sedicislice hallie is everywhere, volleyball match, tennis match, f1 races, you blink and she's there

hallieriley im here to support my girl's!

merliagrace at this point she'd just watching random matches from the turkish league and the italian one

sedicileclerc charles be like: what about me?

jeremyrossi wow i thought i was you number #2

hallieriley you're yolanda number #2

jeremyrossi yes, she's my sister

hallieriley out of the old ones you're my number #2

jeremyrossi old? im 32! who's your number #1?

hallieriley federer 🥺

benshelton i see...

hallieriley no fighting over who's my favorite! everyone knows that if federer haven't retired he would be my number 1!

rogerfederer thank you! 🥰

maxverstappen1 about that match we played... can we rematch it?

hallieriley why would i? everyone know i kicked your ass once and i would do it again

redbull our athletes are on fire!

nike ready to the next round 🫡

queenofclay oh to be hallie riley #01 taylor swift fan and #00 carlos alcaraz support friend and ben shelton bff

july 3rd, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, rolandgarros, carlitosalcarazz, janniksin, nike, wilson and 644.173 others

hallieriley played my first final here 3 years ago and now i can finally say IM A WIMBLEDON CHAMP! as i said in my acceptance speech, thank you wilsontennis and nike for having my back. thank you to my coach, my team and my boys, thank you for the british crowd and thank you james mcavoy, this one is for you! also i would like to quote a good friend of my, jannik boy: i wish everyone in the world could have my parents as their parents, thank you mom and thank you dad, for making this dream possible and for walking along the way with me, i love you 🥰🫶🏻

carlitosalcarazz vamossss hally!

carlitosalcarazz 👏🏻👉🏻🏆🥇🎾🔥

coachjames well done kid! super proud of you!

alinariley our daughter is a wimbledon champ we cant believe this 😭😭😭 (your dad cant put coherent sentences)

benshelton well done halliecat, congratulations

jeremyrossi amazing!! congratulations!!

gialis my girl!

janniksin well done, hallie!! mega job

merliagrace congrats hally

charles_leclerc wow wow wow that was amazing! super proud of you! 🥰❤️

gabiguimaraes10 congratulations!!

hallieriley gabiiii, hiii!! thank you girl! looking forward to see you play at the olympics

nike hallie riley ladies and gentlemen is a wimbledon champ

wilsontennis always a pleasure to have your back! 🎾

oscarpiastri good job

maxverstappen1 it's starting to get boring, you win everything, also, congrats 🫡

hallieriley now you know how i feel every sunday watching you win 🤪

charles_leclerc karma is queen indeed

lewishamilton speak the truth hallie!!!

jamesmcavoyrealdeal 🤔🤔🤔

lewishamilton amazing!

lifeofriley did you see how adorable she was while holding that cup??

queenofrg queen of wimbledon as well

queenofclay WJJJAUAIAIJHAKAIIQUAJQI oh god she did it!!!

halliechamp our champ is back!

hallierileyupdates amazing!!

july 13st, 2024

hallieriley

liked by paris2024, charles_leclerc, redbull, nike, wilson, benshelton, gabiguimaraes10 and 633.421 others

hallieriley already in paris for the olympics and while it is not time to play we took some time of to go around, he's awful at tennis, have no idea how he won that padel match, if i was max i would demand a rematch

charles_leclerc that was very rude, im very good at tennis, i was just warming up

hallieriley yeah, warming up

maxverstappen1 i told everyone he was cheating

charles_leclerc how could i cheat on a padel match? you're just saying this because you're bad at padel

georgerussell63 i would like to know so i can cheat as well

nike time to be olympic champ!

wilsontennis charles leclerc is the new face of wilson, stay tuned

leclercupdates charles was racing in hungary yesterday but his girl called and asked if he wanted to go having a tourist date and the next thing we know is that he is in france

benshelton he is indeed very bad at tennis, i was there, i saw it

sedicislice SO WE DID HAVE BEN AND CHARLES MEETING UP AND THERE'S NO FUCKING PICTURE OF IT?

diallinginshelton i would pay rivers of money to see them playing tennis 😭😭

carlitosalcarazz 👏🏻🫡🥰🤨🏎🎾

hallieriley translation of the emojis please

carlitosalcarazz no

usaopen time to shine in paris!

july 25th, 2024

kitcathriley

liked by usaopen, charles_leclerc, nike, wilson, ccaspari, laurencaspari and 433.193 others

hallieriley tooke a little time off to enjoy the post olympics, and let me tell you, being an olympc champion is AMAZING!!!! also i would like to thank you guys for the support, a little disappointed that ill have to wait another 4 years to play another olympics but really grateful for the results at this one. now IT'S USOPEN TIME!!!

usopen waiting for you at court number 3!

charles_leclerc credit for the pics when?

benshelton now you know!

maxverstappen1 wish we could get to see you play this one

hallieriley you can always quit f1 and be a fab (friends and boyfriends) 🤪

maxverstappen1 nice try

nike that kit suits you

wilsontennis 🏆🏆

lewishamilton good look at the USOpen, hallie! i know you will blast this one as well!

hallieriley lewis omg hello hiiiiii, thank you! if i win i will dedicate this one to you 🫶🏻

queenofrg i can't wait for her to win this one, we need that!!

laurencaspari you and i we need to catch up!

gialis doubles at beach volley when? 🏐☎️ plus can you get me a pic with ben shelton????

hallieriley oh to be a pro volleyball player and former olympian and not be able to fan girl her fav athlete

benshelton i though gia's favorite athlete was gabi?

gialis it is! your my number 2! can i please get a pic? 😭

maxverstappen1 what about me?

gialis don't try lol

august 23rd, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, f1, lewishamilton, nike, maxverstappen1 and 766.143 others

hallieriley last round of the 2024 fast cars going vroom vroom season, well done prince charlie, congrats on the p2 on the championship, we'll fight for the highest spot next season. and oh, congrats to max car as well, it was a tough season. AND alson congratulations to oscar on his first winnnnn!!

charles_leclerc thank you my love ❤️❤️❤️

oscarpiastri thank you cath!

maxverstappen1 if your boyfriend haven't tried to take me out of the races so many times my car would be just fine

sedici16 dude, he tooke you out once in barcelona and just because the tyres weren't warm enough

hallieriley not my burn account i sweat but thanks sedici16 you're 100% right!

puma hallie x charles x puma when?

nike 🤔🤔🤔

scuderiaferrari wish we got to you sooner, it was lovely to have you with us one more time!

redbullracing bahrein vip passes are on the way 🫡

hallieriley now you do remember me 😭😭😭

december 8th, 2024

hallieriley

liked by charles_leclerc, boweandstowe, australianopen, benshelton, nike, wilson and 633.493 others

hallieriley happy birthday sir lewis hamilton! oh, and its australian open time againnnn, me, charlie, bowe and stowe we are ready to go! see you in 3 days 🔥🎾

charles_leclerc can wait to see your reaction to the t-shirts i have made to see you play

hallieriley im scared to death about which pants you're gonna wear

lewishamilton thank you, hallie! wishing you the best australian open you can get and rooting for you

australianopen rod laver arena is ready for you!

nike let's go!

wilsontennis i hope the pink racket is what you wanted

redbull 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

benshelton make it double!

gialis oh shit here we go again with 2 weeks of the bare minimum of sleep

merliagrace i put money on you, plese win this one

usaopen wake up, it's australian open time

january 7th, 2025

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