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everything about you - Dennis Hauger

(part 2 to anything for you)

This one is for my girlies who requested jealous Dennis/ a story based on this particular gif :) It's a part 2 to Anything for you but you don't necessarily have to have read the first part to understand it. I still have no idea what warnings I'm supposed to put but this is pure fluff/jealous Dennis

Also tysm for 100 followers!

Dennis Hauger x reader; He gets jealous after watching her talk to another driver during his podium

Since the heated kiss you shared in the gym a few weeks ago, things have only gone up from there.

Dennis and you started to get along, he kept his promise and never complained about your workout plans again, following them carefully.

This change was also visible in his results. Instead of leaving races without points, he’d bring home podiums more consistently.

And you’d always be there to celebrate with him. Always waiting for him after races, always getting spun around in his arms.

However it didn’t come to more than that between the two of you again, since you and Dennis still tiptoed around each other on that matter.

Neither of you were certain of what the other wanted, but you were both so sure of your own feelings for the other.

“Be careful out there.”, you warned, turning around to face him after you had both left his driver’s room. This time you were in Baku, a track known for its many possibilities of crashing out of the race.

Dennis pretended to roll his eyes, not able to hide his smile.

He liked it when you were concerned for him because he’d like to think that you maybe cared about him as much as he did about you.

“Yeah yeah, Mom. I’m always careful.”, he smirked, messing up your hair.

You frowned, trying to fix your hair while you followed him out of the Prema garage to the grid.

“I mean it, Hauger! I don’t want to have to spend my evening trying to cheer up a whiny little Dennis…”, you called, sprinting to be level with him again.

Dennis turned to look at you, an amused expression on his face.

“But you’d spend the evening with me?”, he laughed when your face turned a bright shade of red.

You nudged him in his sensitive side, making him twitch.

“Hauger, I’m dead serious.”, you warned, avoiding eye contact because you never knew how to handle his implied comments.

“I’m kidding, y/nn!”, he exclaimed, masking his building disappointment with a laugh.

He had been trying to send you signals ever since your lips had first touched, but you’d never really respond, which slowly lead him to believe that the kiss truly didn’t mean as much to you as it did to him.

“That’s another P1 for Dennis Hauger!”, the speakers announced as Dennis’ car stopped behind the big sign with the number one.

As quick as possible Dennis climbed out of his car to run towards his team, the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.

Standing next to René you were also anxiously waiting to congratulate Dennis.

Dennis bolted for the team and you expected to be one of the last people he’d hug, but instead he crashed right into your arms.

The smile on your face got even wider when you hugged him tightly, patting his helmet.

“You fucking did it, baby!”, you giggled in excitement, his hands squeezing your waist as he smiled at you from under his helmet.

The sudden use of the pet name hit Dennis straight in his heart, his pulse racing even more now than during the race.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, love! You’re fucking amazing!”, he was grinning like crazy, feeling the most alive since weeks: with you in his arms and a trophy awaiting him.

All he really wanted to do was to hold you close to him forever, but unfortunately you pulled away from him to let everyone else congratulate him.

When he was done with celebrating, he was soon enough guided towards the cool down room while you were leaving the area with the rest of the team to go to the podium.

But he called after you again.

“Y/n! I’ll see you at the ceremony, yeah?”, his heart skipped a beat when you nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Frankly, he could not have been happier in that moment.

“And in second place: Logan Sargeant from USA!”

Dennis could not stop smiling when he was behind the stage, waiting to be called up on the podium.

As much as he wanted to stand on that podium for as long as possible, he also wanted to see you as soon as possible: To not waste anymore time with you.

Because he had decided right then and there that he would finally tell you how he felt about you this evening. And hopefully, maybe, you felt the same way.

“And here’s our race winner: Dennis Hauger from Norway!”, the speaker called, letting Dennis know it was finally his turn to get on the podium.

He ran onto the stage, putting on his cap while immediately searching the crowd for you.

Of course he checked the part of the crowd that was wearing the red Prema shirts first, but you were no where to be seen.

That’s weird….

He’d expected to see you standing in the front row, cheering him on.

Instead, there was no sign of you.

It wasn’t until the Norwegian national anthem played that he finally spotted you and his smile dropped.

Because you weren’t celebrating his podium.

No, you were talking to Jack Doohan, his former F3 title contender and biggest rival yet.

Even though Dennis liked Jack off track there was something about the way he looked at you that Dennis did not like at all.

The way Jack leaned into you ever so slightly, touching your arm, giving you a charming smile.

Everything about the conversation made Dennis want to throw up on the spot as he watched you from the podium while he waited for the anthem to be over.

How was it that Jack, who didn’t even finish the race, got your whole attention while Dennis, who had actually won the race had to painfully watch you flirt with Jack?

Sweat trickled down Dennis’ face and his chest was still heaving from the straining race.

He wanted nothing more than to finally relax, but seeing you talking with Jack when you should be celebrating Dennis’ biggest career moment just made him even more angry.

He couldn’t even think straight: his whole focus laid on you and Jack, chatting beneath the podium.

What were you laughing about? Jack wasn’t even that funny.

Why weren’t you laughing at Dennis’ jokes the same way?

The rest of the ceremony breezed past Dennis because he couldn’t really pay attention to his surroundings anymore.

The cheerful smile that couldn’t be wiped off his face after the race was long gone now, a fake half-smile plastered onto his face as he accepted his trophy and sprayed his mechanic with champagne.

He could only relax when he saw Jack finally saying goodbye to you.

What did he want from you anyways? You were Dennis’ personal trainer, not Jack’s.

“Heyyyy, congratulations, Hauger!”, you cheered when you saw him on his way to his driver’s room with his trophy and champagne.

Dennis smiled, because he always smiled when he saw you, but there was still a sour taste left on his tongue from seeing you being so comfortable with Jack.

“Thanks, it was a tough one.”, he replied, you walking by his side now.

The rest of the walk the both of you stayed silent, the atmosphere becoming tense and rather awkward.

Something was different about Dennis, that was for sure.

You had picked up on it right away but you couldn’t really pinpoint what could have disturbed his pure happiness from earlier.

You did feel sorry that you missed parts of his podium but the talk with Jack had been an important one, seeing as his dad had offered you the position as Jack’s personal trainer for the next season.

You hadn’t decided yet whether to take up the offer since you didn’t want to leave Dennis hanging, but the Virtuosi headquarters were closer to home than Prema’s headquarters.

So a conversation with Jack seemed to be a good idea to see if you could get along with him well.

When Dennis and you reached his driver’s room he went straight to his desk, sitting down his trophy and champagne bottle without turning to look at you.

You closed the door behind you, looking at his back expectantly because you didn’t know what was right to say in the moment.

It was clear something was wrong with Dennis since the tension was now thick enough to cut with a knife.

Dennis sighed, still not turning around.

“So did you enjoy the ceremony?”

You gave him a skeptical look. What was he trying to do?

“Uhm… it was great?”, you answered carefully, wishing he’d turn around so that you could at least try and read his facial expression.

“Oh yeah? What part did you like most about it?”, Dennis sounded surprisingly calm.

Just the thought of you with Jack had his blood boiling within seconds.

He had to know what was so special about Jack.

“I don’t know...the champagne spraying maybe? What was yours?”, you were so irritated by this whole conversation that you really didn’t know what to say.

“Really? Because that was the only part of the ceremony you actually saw, right?”, Dennis retorted with a bitter laugh, finally turning around to face you.

You squinted your eyes at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively.

“What’s your problem, Hauger?”

“My problem? You’re seriously asking about my problem right now?”, he laughed again, scoffing at you. You huffed.

“Excuse me? It’s not my fault that you’re in a shitty mood even though you just won a race.”, you bit back almost immediately, anger bubbling up inside you.

You really liked Dennis but sometimes his attitude could be a pain in the ass.

“See that’s where you’re wrong. It is your fault! Everything is!”, his voice got louder and louder until he was almost shouting at the end, waving his hands around in the air like a maniac.

You took a deep breath.

Because if there was one thing you had learned from working with Dennis, it was that you could never win an argument against him if he was this aggravated.

Arguing with him would just be of no use since he would be so caught up in whatever was making him angry at the moment.

“Okay, I think this conversation is over now. Have fun with your trophy.”, you replied, already opening the door behind you to leave Dennis alone.

Eventually you’d come and talk with him later, once he’d cooled off.

However, that was not Dennis’ plan.

“I saw you, you know?”, he burst out just as you were about to head out. You stopped in your tracks.

“What?”, you were now more than confused.

“Will you stop talking in riddles, please?”, your comment made him roll his eyes in annoyance which had you narrowing your eyes at him in return.

“I saw you with Jack, having the time of your life while you were supposed to celebrate with me..”, he answered in a softer, quieter tone.

“Wait… this is about Jack?”, finally Dennis’ behavior made sense.

“You just yelled at me for having a conversation with another driver?!”, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Why would he be jealous of Jack?

Dennis held up his hands defensively.

“It wasn’t just any driver. And it wasn’t just at any given time either! No, in the middle of the ceremony you decided Jack and his weird pickup lines were more important than celebrating my first feature race win!”, he shot back, sounding like a petty child.

“Oh my god!”, you exclaimed, giving Dennis an exasperated look while throwing your hands in the air.

“Did you actually think I was flirting with Jack?!”

Dennis suddenly grew quiet, avoiding eye contact.

Only then did he realize how stupid his reasoning was.

You could flirt with any guy that you wanted to and he’d still have no right to get upset over it. Because you weren’t his. You weren’t his to be protective over.

Still, he didn’t want to back out of this fight and admit he was wrong though.

“Oh please, y/n, I could see it from the top of the podium that that was more than just a friendly conversation.”, he retorted in a condescending tone.

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Maybe it was an important conversation with my new possible boss?!”, you snapped, accidentally letting out the information you had actually wanted to keep a secret from him until you were sure of what to do.

But now it was out there and Dennis had heard it, because he froze on the spot.

His head tilted to the side, his eyes trying to find out whether you were telling the truth.

“What do you mean, new boss?”

“You heard me.”, your tone was softer now.

You could see the moment the realization hit him, his eyes going wide.

“You’re leaving me?”, his voice cracked, no trace of bitterness in it anymore, only sadness.

“No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”, nervously you ran a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact with him. “Why?”, the only question coming to his mind.

Dennis wanted to scream, to punch himself in the face for not talking to you sooner, because now he might lose you to Jack.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love working for Prema and I liked working with you.. at least this last month.. but Virtuosi is just closer to home..”, your voice became increasingly quieter until the end.

When Dennis didn’t say anything you looked at him again.

Seeing his head hanging low made your heart break.

You knew you held an insane amount of love for him.. but after the kiss in the gym you were scared he didn't feel the same way and that you'd get your heart broken.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you until I was absolutely sure about what I’d do but now it just kind of…slipped out.”

This made Dennis lift his head again, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“So you haven’t made up your mind yet?”, he took a step towards you, knowing this was the moment he’d have to gather all his courage to finally tell you how he felt.

“No, I haven’t, because….”, you stopped, looking up at him as he now stood directly in front of you.

“Because…something is holding me back.”, you confessed, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to tell him.

“Or rather someone.”, you added, shyly looking to the floor to avoid his gaze.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Y/n…”, he whispered, his hand coming to your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

“I hate that I didn’t say this sooner but…”, his eyes wandered to your lips, then back to your eyes.

He licked his lips, taking a moment to prepare for what he was about to say.

“I like you. I like everything about you. Fuck, I have liked you ever since you walked through the Prema doors on the day I first met you.”

Your eyes went wide, your mouth opening to speak but then closing again.

So Dennis continued, him now avoiding your eyes.

“But I was so fucking stupid and I messed up. And… when I kissed you back there in the gym… it was the best fucking feeling in the world. And I want to feel that every day… with you. I want you. I have wanted you so badly this whole time, so yes, it hurt to see you talking with Jack but-“

His rambling was cut off by you pulling him down to finally connect your lips again.

He froze, tensing up for a second but then relaxing fully, his hands finding their way to your face. God, he loved your face.

When you sighed into the kiss, he pulled away from you momentarily, the grin from before back on his face.

“So does this mean you weren’t flirting with Jack?”, he asked, not able to refrain from the cocky comment. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a drama queen.”, you shook your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you kissed him again.

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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can't trust you - Dennis Hauger

part 1 , part 2

Here I am with Part 3 to the You series. I legitimately hate this part and am still unsure if it's okay the way it is but please know that Part 4 is so so much better lol, so just bare with me.

warnings: idk, some smut, angst, jealousy, crash, swearing

Dennis Hauger x reader; Your relationship faces hardships when you decide to switch teams

The kiss and confession in Baku kicked off a relationship like no other.

The rest of Dennis’ season went increasingly well, the media loved your relationship and each of you was never seen without the other.

You were practically glued to Dennis, in business as well as in real life.

Playing the role as his personal trainer in the motorsport world, being his girlfriend in every other aspect of life.

It was wonderful, truly, and you were the happiest you had ever been.

Just enjoying the time together with Dennis, enjoying the easiness of it all.

Enjoying how life just went on and you went along with the flow, not having to worry about anything.

However, at the end of the season, things got serious again: You finally had to decide whether or not to take up the offer at Virtuosi.

And after long nights of talking things through with Dennis, you decided to move to Virtuosi and leave Dennis behind at Prema.

You knew it was going to be hard, not being able to see each other that often anymore, working for Dennis’ rival.

But deep down in your heart, you knew it was the right decision to make for you personally.

And in that aspect you just had to be selfish for once, couldn’t say no just because Dennis wanted you near.

Because you knew Dennis and you would handle it somehow. You truly believed your relationship would be strong enough to get through it, so you didn’t worry about the change too much when the next season began.

But you didn’t know how wrong you were.

Because Dennis’ thoughts went in the completely opposite direction:

He was worried sick that he’d lose you to Jack. That you’d realize Jack could give you a better life than Dennis ever could.

That you’d leave Dennis and he’d be left with his heart broken into a million pieces.

However, he could see it in your eyes that you wished to work closer to home, and he knew you’d have better chances at Virtuosi.

So he agreed to let you go, assured you that he’d be fine, that he’d cope without you.

But that was a lie. The biggest lie he’d ever told.

Right then and there he wanted nothing more than to beg you on his knees not to leave him, to tell you all about his fears.

But alas, he didn’t.

He comforted you, reassured you, told you he trusted you.

But he didn’t quite know how much of what he was saying was actually true.

So come the next season he was everything but confident when he walked into the paddock in Bahrain, not with you by his side, but his new personal trainer who he didn’t particularly like. Because it just wasn’t you.

Instead, Jack was the lucky one to have you next to him, to have you wearing his team’s colors.

It was so weird seeing you dressed in all-blue instead of Prema’s red, and Dennis wished this was all a bad dream.

That he’d wake up back in Norway, where you’d spent your holidays, with you in his arms.

In this moment he wanted nothing more than to take back all the words he’d said to you before you’d signed the contract with Virtuosi.

Why had he been so stupid to think he’d be okay with seeing you next to Jack?

Because he was absolutely not.

He could feel himself getting angry, hands making fists, jaw clenching when he saw you laughing at something Jack had said.

“Are you nervous?”, his new personal trainer, Michael, who had misinterpreted Dennis’ sudden tension, asked.

Dennis scoffed. He wasn’t nervous.

At least not about the upcoming race.

He ignored Michael, walking straight towards where you and Jack were standing.

“But Prema is that way!”, Michael exclaimed behind Dennis, making Dennis roll his eyes.

When he reached you and Jack, you sent him the sweetest smile, immediately melting away all the anger.

“Hey, babe. Did you sleep well?”, you greeted him with a kiss on the lips that was way too short for his liking.

His arm slipped around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Slept okay…the bed was cold without you in it though.”, he whispered into your ear so that Jack wouldn’t hear it.

You laughed at his remark, dismissing it as an overly dramatic joke, but Dennis had meant every word of it.

“Hey, mate. You excited for the new season?”, Jack chimed in, giving Dennis a handshake.

Dennis really wanted to like Jack, since they’d been friends since they were little, but somehow that wasn’t possible anymore.

Something just bothered Dennis about Jack’s whole presence. About the way he talked, the way he acted so friendly all the time.

About the way he hugged you, like you were his.

“Not really, what about you?”, Dennis responded for the sake of not coming across as rude, but his voice still sounded cold.

He felt your arm around his waist, gently stroking his side.

God, he had missed you so much, but it had only been a few days since he’d last seen you and been inside of you.

“Yeah, kind of. Some big names out there this year. Pourchaire’s supposed to be the favorite this season.”, Jack admitted, making Dennis want to throw up on the spot.

How could he act so innocent?

Dennis just knewJack was trying to make you like him more, with his whole nice-guy-attitude.

You reached out, slapping Jack’s arm in a friendly way.

“Nonsense! You trained so hard for this, you just have to put it onto the track now.”

Jack smiled at you and Dennis almost rolled his eyes, but refrained from it in the last second.

He’d promised you not to make things weird and complicated with Jack.

And that was the only reason he wasn’t strangling Jack right now.

“Where’s my motivational speech, hm?”, he couldn’t help but sound a bit salty when he squeezed your waist to make you look at him.

“I doubt you need one because I already know you’ll do great.”, you smiled at him and let your hand wander over his chin to pull him into another kiss.

This one was longer, but Dennis still wished it could last forever.

He sighed when your lips left his.

“I’ll see you after quali?”, he asked, because he saw Michael from the corner of his eye, gesturing for Dennis to come with him.

“I’ll meet you at the hotel, okay? I have a meeting after quali.”, you replied with an apologetic look on your face.

Dennis sighed again.

“Okay, you know my room number..”

Quali had not gone great.. neither for Jack nor for Dennis.

So after you’d consoled Jack and assured him the next day would be better, you sent Dennis a text message before heading into your next meeting.

"Be there in 30. Post-quali talks went longer."

Dennis’ stomach turned upon reading your words. Post-quali talks?

As in talks with Jack? Alone?

Dennis had qualified P14, two positions in front of Jack. Dennis had had a shitty day, too, but all you thought about was Jack?

"No problem, take your time."

He didn’t want you to think anything was wrong, though, so he hoped his response sounded as normal as possible while really his blood was boiling at the thought of you consoling Jack.

When Dennis opened his hotel door for you, you already knew he wouldn’t be in the best of moods, but you didn’t expect him to be this needy for you.

He quickly pulled you into his room and had you pushed up against the wall in no time.

“Finally.”, he groaned, while his mouth already kissed and sucked at the crook of your neck.

“Dennis.”, you gasped, completely taken by surprise, somewhat overwhelmed by his hands all over your body.

But he didn’t stop kissing you. Instead his hands went to squeeze your ass, his tongue swirling inside your mouth.

“Dennis!”, you exclaimed, finally being able to push him away from you.

Something felt different this time. You saw it in his eyes.

Something was up with him.

Something preoccupied his mind.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”, you tried to read his face, and felt even more disappointed when his expression didn’t tell you anything.

A half-smile made its way onto his face.

“Yeah. I just really really need this. Need you. Now.”, he answered, his head dipping back in the crook of your neck.

As he kissed and sucked at your skin you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering him.

“You know…you can..talk..to me..”, you moaned, having to make pauses in-between talking because the sensation of his lips on your skin made you breathless.

Dennis groaned against your neck.

“But I don’t want to talk.”

His kisses went deeper, across your boobs to your stomach, pushing up your shirt.

“Wanna fuck you.”

You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness, but there wasn’t really much you could do: Force him to talk to you?

You both knew Dennis wouldn’t open up tonight, so you just let him continue, trying to push everything else to the back of your mind to focus only on him.

Once you had moved to the bed and lost all your pieces of clothing, Dennis towered over you and took a second to admire you.

Yes, he was insecure about losing you.

Yes, he was mad that you spent so much time with Jack.

But now, tonight, you were his. You were here, underneath him.

And he’d enjoy every single second of it.

Before he’d enter you he suddenly wanted to hear it from you, though.

To hear you say that he had nothing to be worried about. That you were his until the end of time.

So he let his dick glide through your folds, making you writhe underneath him.

“Stop teasing!”, you pleaded, moving your hips up to get more friction.

He almost gave into you, the need to feel you around him nearly too big to resist.

“Tell me I’m the only one.”, he whispered, immediately hating how stupid he sounded.

He just had to know.

“What?”, you stopped moving against him abruptly, a frown on your face.

You had known something was wrong.

“Tell me I’m the only one.”, he repeated, a lot less confident now.

Confused, you tried to fathom where this sudden need for reassurance came from.

When you didn’t answer, he got increasingly insecure.

“Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can make you feel this good.”

You began to smile, cupping his face in your hands.

“Dennis….of course you are. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He looked at you, wanting to believe the words you said, but still a part of him told him to be careful, that these might just be sweet nothings. “Look at me.”, you forced him to look at you when his eyes avoided you.

“Believe me when I say you’re the one for me, Dennis.”, you whispered, stroking a hand through his hair.

He closed his eyes, enjoying your touch.

Maybe you were his.

Maybe he could trust you enough to believe your words.

So he leaned down to kiss you once more before finally pushing into you.

You moaned, lifting your hips against his own as he filled you completely.

He looked at you the whole time he was inside of you, feeling a mixture of pleasure and relief.

But still, a small part of him remained unconvinced that this could be real.

After Bahrain came Jeddah, the narrow street circuit where one mistake would land you in the wall.

So of course everyone was even more tense than on normal race weekends.

Dennis especially, since Jack was doing a little too well for his taste.

The circuit somehow suited Jack’s driving style better than Dennis’ which ended up in Jack winning the Sprint Race on Saturday, and Dennis finishing out of the points.

When he got out of the car after the straining race, he wanted nothing more than to fall into your comforting arms, to hold you close to him and forget about the world around him.

However, he knew that wouldn’t be possible, since you’d be caught up in celebrating Jack’s win. Ugh.

Why did it have to be him who won the race? It could have been anyone else and Dennis would have been happy for them. But he hated seeing Jack standing on the podium.

He hated the way Jack smiled and held his trophy in the air.

He hated the way you cheered him on from beneath the podium.

He hated how proudly you looked at Jack, how you were so happy for him.

Dennis didn’t waste much more time in watching the ceremony since it already hurt enough that he hadn’t gotten points, but seeing you standing there really added to the pain.

So he opted for the Prema garage instead, taking off his racing gear and debriefing with the team.

He knew you’d find him once you were done with your tasks for Virtuosi.

At least he hoped you would.

And you did: Just when Dennis had said goodbye to his team and was about to leave the paddock, you came walking towards him.

“Heyyy, babe! How are you?”, he could hear that you were still in that post-celebration haze, a huge smile tugging on your lips.

He tried a half-smile when you pressed your lips onto his.

It felt incredible, like always, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you were wearing the wrong team colors. Fucking ugly blue.

“I’m alright, I guess. I just-“, Dennis got caught off by Jack appearing out of nowhere, running towards you.

Without even looking at Dennis, Jack crashed into you and hugged you tightly.

“We fucking did it, y/n!”, he laughed hysterically, and all Dennis could do was watch how your face lit up when you hugged Jack back.

It hurt. So much.

Still, Dennis tried to put on a brave smile.

He knew you deserved to celebrate. This was your moment as much as it was Jack’s.

“You were amazing out there!”, you exclaimed when Jack let go of you again, patting his shoulder.

Dennis took the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulders possessively so that Jack wouldn’t try hugging you again.

Automatically your arm wandered around Dennis’ waist, leaning into his touch.

Only then did Jack look at Dennis.

“Sorry, mate. I saw what happened with your bad pit stop. Tomorrow will be better.”, Jack offered a consoling smile, and Dennis had to resist the urge to slap it off his face.

He clenched his jaw, trying to act as if Jack’s words actually meant something to him.

“Yeah….we just fucked up the strategy.”, he answered evasively.

God, he wanted to get out of here and finally be alone with you.

Why did the two of you always have to run into Jack anyways?

There was an awkward silence when Jack didn’t say anything else and it became clear that Dennis didn’t want to talk anymore.

You smiled at both of them, squeezing Dennis’ waist.

“Well um…we better get going now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”, you said to Jack, who nodded with a bright smile on his face. “Hope tomorrow goes as well as today!”, he replied with a glance at his trophy before turning around to leave you alone.

Dennis rolled his eyes. “Hope tomorrow goes as well as today!”, Dennis mimicked Jack’s tone and waved his arms in the air mockingly.

You couldn’t help but laugh when you nudged him into his side to make him stop.

“Let him have his fun, love. You’ll get some points tomorrow, too. I’m sure of it.”, with that, you connected your lips again, and Dennis gripped your waist tightly.

Dennis thought about your words a lot. Because he was nervous as hell when he sat in his car, waiting for the five red lights to go out. He knew the tricky turns of the course, knew he had to be focused 100% all the time if he wanted to get across the finish line and bring home crucial points.

And your words helped calm him down. Because he knew you’d be waiting for him after the race. You’d be there for him. You’d promised it. Dennis got off on a good start, being able to avoid possible collisions and overtake smoothly.

He forced his mind not to drift off to intrusive thoughts about you and Jack, instead concentrating only on his car.

However, when his race engineer told him Jack was in the car directly behind him, Dennis’ muscles tensed up.

Images from yesterday flared up in his mind: Jack’s hands around your waist, Jack’s eyes lingering on you, Jack’s voice calling out for you.

“Doohan point 2 seconds behind, go defend.”, his race engineer’s voice pulled Dennis back to reality.

This was it: He couldn’t give up this position.

Not to Jack, not to anyone.

He checked his mirror and saw Jack trying to attack on the outside.

Panic filled Dennis. If he didn’t get a good entrance into this next corner, Jack would be able to overtake him.

Dennis pushed down on the throttle, hoping it would give him the advantage he needed to come out the corner ahead of Jack.

Adrenaline rushed through his body as he kept checking where Jack was behind him.

Then it happened: Dennis applied too much power than his tires could deal with and he immediately felt the rear end of his car slipping towards the outside line, towards Jack’s car trying to overtake Dennis.

Dennis lost control, frantically tried steering against the oversteer, saw Jack trying to avoid a collision with Dennis.

Then Dennis regained control over his car.

But it was too late.

He saw Jack’s car crash into the barrier, Jack’s head being flung around in an unhealthy way.

Dennis’ eyes went wide, his heart beat out of his chest and he felt so incredibly scared.

What had he done?

Immediately he stopped his car, not caring about his own race anymore.

What mattered most was that Jack was okay. No matter how jealous Dennis was of Jack off track.

Dennis’ sight was blurry as all he could focus on was Jack’s car when he ran towards it.

“Jack! Jack! Jack!”, he shouted, rushing to Jack’s cockpit. There sat Jack, groaning with his eyes closed.

“Mate I’m so sorry. I…I…I didn’t…I had oversteer and…”, Dennis stumbled upon his own words, his brain not able to form proper sentences.

Suddenly he got pulled away from marshalls swarming Jack’s car and helping the young driver climb out.

Thankfully Jack could walk on his own.

Dennis breathed out a relieved sigh when someone guided him off the track.

His eyes stayed glued to where Jack was being helped into an ambulance.

He just hoped everything would be okay.

When Dennis got back to the paddock with shaky legs, you already came rushing towards him.

“Hey, baby, is Jack ok? I-“, he wanted to pull you into his arms for comfort, but you pushed him away instead.

“How could you force him off the track like that?! You knew he’d end up in the wall!”, you shouted at him and pushed him again.

Dennis was taken aback. In his post-crash state it took him a second to realize you thought he’d caused the collision on purpose.

“No, no, y/n, the…the crash..it was never my intention to hurt him!”, he tried to defend himself helplessly, but you were already looking away from him, wiping away tears that had run down your cheeks.

You were in another world right now: so angry at Dennis and so, so worried for Jack, who was on his way to the hospital now.

You didn’t even listen to what Dennis was saying.

“You and your stupid fucking jealousy!”, you cried out, throwing your hands in the air in an act of desperation.

“That’s what this is all about, right?! Because Jack dared to be nice to me!”

“No! I’m telling you: I lost control over my car, I couldn’t do anything!”, he shouted back almost as desperately.

Why wouldn’t you listen to him?

He tried approaching you again, but you simultaneously took a few steps back.

“Listen to me! It was an accident, y/n! I never meant for Jack to get hurt, trust me!”, he pleaded, but you shook your head with a bitter laugh.

“So I’m supposed to trust you the same way you trust me, huh?”, you scoffed, another tear running down your face.

“That’s different, y/n….”, Dennis murmured quietly, his eyes avoiding yours.

“No, it’s not! Why can’t you understand that you don’t have to worry about Jack?!”, you came closer again, some of the anger fleeting your voice.

“Because…”, Dennis couldn’t look at you.

“Because what, Dennis?!”, you were so desperate to know what was going on inside of him.

Dennis’ hand ran through his hair when he sighed.

“Dennis! Tell me!”, you stepped even closer, making him snap finally.

“Because! Because of the way he fucking looks at you! You might not notice it but I do! I can’t trust him!”

“Okay, then don’t trust him! But you can trust me, your girlfriend!”, you exclaimed, a desperate look on your face.

Because you could see it in his face that he couldn’t.

That he was slowly slipping away from you and there was nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t do much more than assure him of your loyalty.

Your hand reached out for his arm now, but he shook it off, scoffing.

“How can I trust you when you’re the one praising him for every. single. fucking. thing he does?!”, he replied angrily, narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, suddenly not recognizing the person standing in front of you anymore.

But Dennis wasn’t finished yet.

“You just don’t get it, y/n! It’s cristal fucking clear that I can’t trust you or Jack! I’ve seen the way you act around him, like you want him to fuck you so badly!”, he shouted loudly, distancing himself from you further.

In that moment something broke inside of you. And he probably didn’t even know how hard his words hit you.

“Well, thanks for believing me.”, you almost whispered, your voice felt so tired and overused all of a sudden.

Like you’d been screaming all day. Mentally, you had.

It genuinely hurt that he could ever think so lowly of you.

You’d never cheat on him let alone think about the idea of leaving him, but apparently Dennis found that so hard to believe.

You stepped further away from him, not looking into his eyes.

“I-I have to go. See if Jack’s alright..”

Only then did Dennis realize he’d overstepped.

So instead of continuing to shout, his facial expression softened, a remorseful look on his face now.

“I’m sorry, baby…so, so sorry. I’m just…on edge because of the whole crash..”, he whispered, making a few quick steps towards you.

However you didn’t move towards him. You stayed where you were, looking at him with all the pain he’d just inflicted.

When he reached out to pull you into his arms, you looked away.

“Don’t.”

Without looking at him again, you turned around and left him standing there alone.

He didn’t reach you for the next week.

No answers to his texts, no calls, no nothing.

Only your Instagram story let him know that you spent the week in England, working at the Virtuosi headquarters and helping Jack recover.

Jack had got lucky and didn’t suffer any serious injuries from the crash so that he’d be able to get back in the car after the next race.

Other than that, Dennis didn’t exactly hear from you.

Not until he ran into you in the paddock the next Friday before the next race.

“Hey.”, he greeted you carefully, unsure of how you’d react.

You only gave him a tight-lipped half-smile and nodded, without saying anything.

Then you went on to continue your journey to the Virtuosi garage, but Dennis quickly grabbed your arm, making you turn around again.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry for last weekend. I was such an asshole, I don’t know what got into me.”, he blurted out, suddenly very aware of how closed off you were towards him.

You shrugged, your whole body tensing up from him touching you.

“It’s okay. Talk to you after quali?”, you tried to smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Um…sure. You know where to find me.”

He wanted to touch you so badly, kiss away all the pain he had caused you, but he knew better than to force himself onto you now.

So he could only anxiously wait until he’d made it through Free Practice and Qualifying.

Dennis was nervous. So, so nervous.

Once he’d returned to his driver’s room he couldn’t sit down.

Instead, he paced up and down, hoping he could fix things with you. Because you were all he had, all he wanted.

And he knew he’d fucked up.

When you finally slipped through his door, he stopped his hectic movements.

He gulped.

“Come, sit.”, he gestured towards his couch, sitting down on it.

His voice sounded hoarse, suddenly too dry to speak.

Hesitantly you took a seat next to him, not looking at him. He had to refrain from taking your hand into his immediately.

Why wouldn’t you look at him?

It drove him insane.

“Y/n, I am so sorry. For everything. Please, tell me, how can I make it up to you?”, he burst out when you didn’t say anything.

The silence was just too loud.

Only then did you look at him, a blank look on your face.

Dennis didn’t know what to expect.

Were you going to yell at him again? Ignore him? Forgive him?

“Dennis, I-“, you began, but your voice broke.

He did not like the sadness in your tone at all.

Automatically he reached his hand out to cup your face, but remembered in the last moment that you didn’t necessarily want him to touch you.

So his hand froze mid-air, only to land back in his lap.

You gave him a sad smile, which made him want to scream at you.

Why wouldn’t you talk to him and why the hell were you so incredibly sad?

He hated that he was the reason for your misery, and he was ready to do anything to change that.

“Y/n, talk to me. Please.”

You looked back down at your feet, kneading your hands in your lap.

“Dennis, I came here because….because I think we need to breakup.”

There, you’d said the one thing you’d thought about this whole past week.

The thought had begun to form in your mind the moment Dennis had said those awful things.

The moment you’d wondered if you actually knew Dennis as well as you thought you did.

And the past week, away from him, you’d had time to reflect on the jealousy that basically consumed your relationship.

“What?”, he spoke so lowly that you almost didn’t hear him.

You looked at him, this time with tears in your eyes.

“We just…we’re not right for each other.”, your heart contracted painfully at your own words. Truly, you did believe Dennis was the one for you, but not with all of this jealousy and hatred,

It broke you, having to look at the raw, unfiltered hurt in his eyes.

You’d never seen Dennis in such pain and agony before.

“I…I don’t understand. Y/n!”, in an act of desperation he grabbed your hands in his.

“I’m so fucking sorry for what I said, you have to believe me! I know it was wrong, please! You can’t do this to me!”, he begged, his heart shattering a little bit more with every word he said.

This situation had always been his worst nightmare: you telling him you didn’t want him anymore. How could he have fucked up everything so badly?

You took a shaky breath, a tear running down your face.

“But you still meant it: you can’t trust me. We have to breakup, Dennis. It’s the only right thing to do.”, your voice was quiet, but firm, as if you’d made up your mind unalterably.

It only made Dennis feel even more frustrated.

“Who said that we can’t work through this?!”, he exclaimed, his voice cracking as he threw his hands up in the air.

A tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away vigorously.

He wasn’t going to give you up just like that.

Not when you were such an important part of his life.

“Don’t you see? We can’t make this work!”, you exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you.

“You can’t believe me when I tell you that there is nothing between me and Jack. I don’t know why, but you just can’t. You can’t trust me, you said it yourself!”, you stood up, wiping away the tears on your face.

Dennis stood up, too, hating that you were right with everything you said.

He didn’t even know it himself why he couldn’t just have a little faith.

Maybe because the effect you had had on his heart had already been scary enough, so now the thought of losing you was fucking terrifying.

“But we can fix this, make things right! Please, y/n! I can change! Please don’t do this to me, I’m begging you…”, he got quieter in the end, making a step towards you.

His hands found yours, simply holding them in place.

His fingers caressed the back of your hand and you wanted to believe he was right.

You wished you could just let yourself fall back into his arms…but something held you back: his own hurtful words.

“No, we can’t.”, you removed your hands from his, looking up at him.

“You’re crushing me with your jealousy. It’s not healthy anymore, neither for you nor for me!”

“I know, I know, but…there has to be something we can do…I’d do anything for you, y/n..”, Dennis helplessly ran a hand through his hair, frantically forcing his mind to come up with a solution.

“I know, but-“

“Look at me and tell me you don’t feel anything for me anymore.”, he cut you off and took your chin in his hands.

“I…”, you held on to his arms, gripping them tightly as if he was your lifeline.

You wanted to scream, to yell at him, to hate him… but you couldn’t.

Because you knew a part of you still loved him and would never stop loving him.

He was the right person for you, but you’d met at the wrong time: when both your lives where at an uncertain whirlwind stage of your careers.

The eye contact with Dennis was so intense that you almost melted into him. You tried to let him know how sorry you were for doing this to him.

But he had to understand that some distance was exactly what you needed.

That you had had enough. That you were tired.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

His eyes flickered with panic.

“Please don’t leave me.”, he looked at you with so much desperation and fear in his eyes that you hated yourself for doing this, made you want to take everything back.

But the words had been said, the damage had been done.

“I have to go, Dennis.”, you answered, letting him rest his forehead against yours.

Why did you have to love him so fucking much that breaking up with him felt like ripping your heart out?

Why couldn’t he have just stayed the jerk he was in the beginning?

“I’ll always love you, you know that, right?”, he whispered, causing the tears to run down your face in streams.

“Me, too. Believe me this time.”, you sent him a sad smile, giving his arms a reassuring squeeze.

Tears fell from his eyes when he tried to smile.

“Goodbye, Dennis.”

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