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Quite miss home - Michael Italiano x fem!reader

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Summary: A lifetime of friendship also meant a lifetime not being something else. It also means a lifetime missing each other, until they decided to just stop and give it a try.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!reader

Warnings: Oh the sadness and the angst. Also swearing and tears.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I’m obsessed with writing childhood friends to lovers oneshots? Yes. I’m planning to stop? Nah. Just bare with me, kiddos. Hope you like it.

Quite miss home.

To say she ran to him as she saw him waiting at the airport was an understatement. To say she spent her good five minutes hugging him was another one understatement. And to say she could have stayed there in the middle of the airport, with her arms around his neck and her feet in the air was nothing but pure truth. She even left her bags forgotten on the floor besides them, but she couldn't care less about it. Her tote bags, her carry-on and the small bag right over it were on the floor in a second, but it wasn't as important as Michael. Nothing was as important as him at that moment. Not in the airport, not in UK and not even in the world.  

She thought at some point she'd get used to Michael being far away and seeing him counted days in the whole year, but it wasn't the case. Not even after not seeing him for two years straight made her get used to the distance. So after four months since the last time they saw each other, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, whispering in his ear that she missed him more than anything in the world.  

It wasn't a lie. It really wasn't a lie, but she didn't get the courage to say why she missed his best friend so much. She had been trying to find the courage since she was a teenager, but it never happened so she just kissed his cheek and murmured a little 'Ciao, cara mia’ while she found once again the strength to not kiss his lips that were just inches from hers. And she really had to keep it together as Michael kissed her nose and murmured another ‘Ciao Bella’ before he finally put her down on the floor.  

But they never let go of each other, not even when she was finally standing on her own two feet and carrying her bags. While her tote bag was on her right shoulder, her left arm was around his waist, and while Michael took care of her carry-on, his right arm was over her shoulders, keeping her as close as possible. That's how things were. That's how things always have been since they were kids. Since she met Michael at school when they were just nine years old, they have somehow turned inseparable and it never really changed. Not in High school, not in university, and not even later.  

The only thing that really put them apart was Michael moving to Europe, which was nothing but unfortunate for her immense crush on him. It was unfortunate and it also broke her heart, but he never knew and she never blamed him. But she blamed herself for it. For twenty two long years she had more than one chance to tell him. Damn, she could have told him every single day since they met, but then she thought about losing him, and throwing the idea out of the windows sounded more logical.  

She wasn't going to let a silly crush ruin her friendship with her best friend, so every single time she decided to bit her tongue and act like there wasn't butterflies in her stomach when his skin touched her, when he smiled at her or when his face was centimeters away from hers like it was that day at the airport. 

But the butterflies never went away, especially not when he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers on the back of the taxi and during the whole ride from the airport to his place, or when he kissed her knuckles from time to time as they talked while she looked at the city through the windows. It all just got worse with time. Michael made it worse by existing. He made the butterflies make an absolutely disaster inside her. He made her brain get all dizzy. He made her heart race so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, like in some cartoon that they used to watch when they were kids. He made her feel so much love that sometimes she had no idea how she would ever get over it. She really had no idea how she was ever going to get over him.  

It was worse when they finally reached his apartment. As soon as they left her things by the door, his arms were around her again. But this time he didn't pick her up like in the airport; this time she just rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of just being there with her favorite person. She just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms after months of missing every single thing about him, from the way he smelled to the way he felt and the way he would kiss her head and stroked her hair in their hug.  

It was in those little moments when she would wonder if maybe she could have a chance. In those little moments when she would feel Michael smile against her head and squeeze her a bit tighter, just because, that was when she couldn't help but wonder if one day they could be something else. But then she wanted to slap herself in the back of her head, breaking her own heart again, remembering that if nothing happened in twenty-two years, then nothing was going to happen. No when they had chance after chance after chance to cross that barrier.  

'You're lucky he's still your best friend' was what she whispered to herself time after time, and every single one of those times, she held onto him a bit tighter, until two handfuls of his shirt didn't seem to be enough. A kiss on his chest didn't seem enough, but that's all they got to do before Michael broke their little silent encounter, saying that he was sure she wanted to take a shower. 'That's the first thing you always do after a flight, so go on,' he insisted, but she didn't answer. She wanted, God, she needed to after all those hours of traveling, but she didn't want to let him go. And almost as if he could read her mind, Michael took her hand, made her follow him to his bedroom as he dropped an 'I'm making us lunch while you get in there, so don't be in there forever'. Of course he knew about the showers after trips. Of course he knew about her taking forever in the shower. He always knew. After two decades and too many travels together, he knew how she hated to smell like airports and planes. After two decades of being in each other's homes until it felt like their own home, he knew about her bad habit. Michael knew everything except the only thing he should know.  

With a kiss on the forehead, Michael left her in his room for a second as he went to grab her stuff and brought them to her. She knew better than to say no to coach Michael, so she nodded, letting him give her everything she might need for the shower even when she knew perfectly fine where things were around his apartment. She said yes to everything Michael told her, even if it was the same words he would say every single time she was there. Normally she would tell him that she knew, but it has been so long since the last time she was there that maybe Michael was right on repeating them. It was so long that maybe he changed the towels to another place, or his shirts were in another drawer. Thanks to the pandemic and lockdowns and restrictions, she hasn't been there since 2019, so it was somehow nice to know it was all in the same place.  

Normally she would hate to admit when Michael was right, but this time she had to admit she needed that shower. It wasn't about feeling dirty after such a trip, but more about the fact that she needed a second to put herself back together. She needed a second to breath something that wasn't his perfume, even if it was impossible considering she decided to use his things in the shower instead of hers. Her excuse was being too lazy to look for them, but in reality, she just loved smelling like him. She loved it, and she always saw how Michael smiled as he smelled it, too. She always thought Michael found it funny, but she always wished there was another reason behind that smile.  

What she also wished for was to stop thinking about him for a damn second. She knew it was impossible because it was his place, but she couldn't take him out of her head. Even under the water all she could think about was how amazing it would be if somehow Michael walked through the door and joined her, but clearly, he didn't. There was no way on earth he would do such a thing, just like there was no way she would like her.

With a mix between disappointment and sadness, she walked out of the shower, put on the shirt that she stole from his closet, and went straight to the bedroom. The idea was to lay down for a minute and then go back to the kitchen with Michael, but as her body touched the bed, her brain started again. This time she couldn't help but wonder the same thing as in the shower, asking herself how it would be if suddenly Michael joined her there even if just for a minute.  

Maybe the planets aligned. Maybe every single one of her wishes was finally heard. Maybe that was her lucky day because unlike in the shower, this time Michael did walk into the bedroom and sat down right beside her, looking down at her with a tiny smile on his face. He looked so happy and so handsome that he took her breath away and left her tongue-tied. She had no idea what to do or say, so the only thing she did was raise her right hand to touch his cheek as she smile back at him.  

They were always close. They never really knew what personal space was. Maybe it was the fact that kids normally don't know what that is and they grew up playing and hugging and just laying over each other. Maybe it was the fact that they held each other in all the bad and good moments of their lives. Maybe it was the fact that their love language was somehow touching each other, even if just for a second. But whatever the reason was, that day, it felt different.

Michael kissing her hand and stroking her cheek felt different, but what felt especially different was the way he laid down and placed his face on the crock of her neck. He didn't say a thing to her; he just did it, and she couldn't help but hold him as close as possible. She hugged him, running her fingers through his short hair and tracing lines all over his back like she'd done hundreds of times before.

The other thing that was different was his hands around her body. Hugging wasn't weird for them, but when his left hand went under her shirt to stay in her lower back, and especially when his right hand went to her hips, she left the goosebumps appearing because it was different. It felt like Michael didn't care about the fact that his hand was resting over the material of her panties as his thumb stroked her skin. It seemed like he didn't really care she was wearing just her panties and one of his shirts. And if Michael didn't care, she didn't either. In fact, she couldn't be happier about it. She couldn't be hornier about it. The fact that she could feel him breathing against her neck was killing her. The sensation of his hands over her body and how amazing it felt against her was a beautiful torture. How incredibly good he smelled wasn't helping either, so it turned her into a big, horny disaster.

Like in the bathroom, she asked her lucky stars to make Michael do something more than that. Maybe it was to ask too much from the universe, but having him on top of her, their bodies pressed together and his arms firmly around her wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed something that would give her the courage she needed to open her mouth to say she wanted him like that every single night.  

She was supposed to tell him during that trip. She promised herself she was finally going to have the courage to tell him because she needed to. But not even in that moment did she have the heart and the courage needed to ruin that friendship. No after twenty-two years. No after having Michael as one of the only constants in her life. No when she spent most of her life with him by her side. And especially no when she didn't even remember what life was like without him. 

She had to learn by force to live without him by her side and to see him through a screen, but he was always there. He was always a text or a phone away. He was always going to be there for Christmas. That's why the idea of spending a lifetime without him at all was way scarier than spending a life not being able to love him from close. She could learn to deal with the fact that he was never going to be hers, but not with him not being her anything. That's why she settled for being his friend when she wanted them to be all that and more. That's why she settled with giving him a kiss on his forehead when all she wanted to do was kiss his whole face and end up in his lips.

That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything to him. That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything for him.  

That's why she had to let him go when Michael murmured against her neck that lunch was ready and getting cold.

Things didn't get any easier after their little cuddle session in bed. It didn't get easier to be around him during or even after lunch. They talked about their families, jobs, friends and plans as if they didn't text every single day. They chatted about how she was still visiting his grandma and how she was still learning Italian with her. They talked about the new guys at her work and how they were two idiots who thought Formula 1 wasn't a sport for women. They talked about what they were going to do in those two weeks, she was going to be there and they started making plans for the Holidays and January. They talked about everything except why they ended up cuddling in bed, so she decided that not asking was going to be better for them and their relationship. All she did was stroke his cheek as she thanked him for making lunch, insisting that it was awesome, but that it especially tasted like home.

After a little discussion about who was gonna clean the dishes -and Michael dragging her away from the sink, which ended with his hands right under her shirt again- that ended with both of them splashing water to each other as they laughed till their bellies hurt, then came nap time. It wasn't his nap time; it was her nap time. The shower, plus having her stomach full and finally be relaxed made her start to yawn before Michael even finished cleaning the kitchen. She was too exhausted after the trip and not being able to sleep for more than a couple of hours, so she decided to take a little nap. The thing was that she decided to take it on the couch right besides Michael. She could have taken the big empty bed in the bedroom, but she didn't want to, saying she didn't want to sleep on her own. She wanted to stay with him, so she decided to lay right beside him as Michael worked on his computer.

It took her no time to fall asleep. It took her no time when she was hugging Michael and he was kissing her forehead from time to time as he read whatever he was reading on the screen. It wasn't hard when she was the comfiest she had been in months. But the particular thing wasn't how easy she felt asleep, but the way she woke up. She had no idea how much she slept since her phone was forgotten somewhere in the kitchen, but she couldn't care less. No when Michael somehow fell asleep too.

When she woke up Michael was asleep, his right hand wrapped around her shoulders, but his left hand resting right over her ass. She could have moved. She knew she needed to move, but instead she played asleep again, waiting for Michael to wake up again. Instead of moving away, she snuggled closer to him, hiding her face on his neck in the exact same way he did earlier with her. In that moment she started to wonder how the hell she was going to be able to sleep under the same roof, knowing that he was going to be so close yet so far.  

The deal was as simple as her crushing on his couch for the two weeks she was going to spend there. She wasn't going to rent an Airbnb as long as he was sleeping in his bed and she was staying on the couch, without any insistence on switching places or anything at all. It was as easy as insisting that she fit perfectly on the couch, but that not even his legs would fit there. Even during their facetime call she could see the frown on his face as he accepted the deal, not happy at all knowing she was probably going to be more than uncomfortable. That was the thing with Michael since they were kids, he'd rather sleep on a wet floor if it meant seeing she was comfortable. He would do anything at all if that would put a smile on her face and that was one of the reasons why she loved him so damn much. That and the fact that she was absolutely in love with him since she was 16 and she started to really understand what really being in love was. That's why, at the beginning their deal sounded cool, but now just to think about two weeks of spending every single hour with him made her want to explode.

That was their deal, but now she was absolutely regretting not making a joke about them sharing the bed, just to see his reaction and his answer. But none of that really mattered at that moment. Everything could be fixed later, but what couldn't be fixed -or at least not there- was how terrible horny she was again. Their legs were tangled, making them a mess of limbs that made Michael end with one of his legs between hers, and she couldn't stop thinking about easy it could be to ride it right there. Their chests were together and she was sure Michael was going to be able to see through her shirt how hard her nipples were. Damn, she was sure that if he paid attention, he was going to be able to heard her heart racing inside her chest.  

It was when she heard the first thunder that she decided that she didn't care anymore. It was when she heard the first drops of rain outside that she decided that if something was gonna happen then she was gonna let it happen. She wasn't going to push it, or that she promised to herself. But promises could be broken, and she did break hers.

She tried to resist the temptation. She tried to be good. She tried to act like a normal friend, but her face was resting against his neck. Her lips were almost touching his skin. He was so damn close and he felt amazing and he smelled so good that it was intoxicating. Maybe she really did get intoxicated; that's why she decided to press one almost imperceptible kiss against his neck.

If everything went to hell after that, at least she would die with the memory of being able to kiss his neck once, which was more than she thought she would ever do. She could live and die with the beautiful memory of how good and right it felt to kiss his skin, and even if it was wrong, it felt absolutely right. She had no idea why she thought it was a smart choice. She thought that maybe he wasn't going to wake up. She even thought that she could go away with it, but she didn't.

Her heart stopped and skipped a beat when she felt Michael moving after she did it. For a moment she thought that she absolutely fucked it up and that he was going to run away, but he didn't. She thought that Michael was going to ask what the hell was she doing, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged her tighter, letting a little and almost silent whimper leave his lips.

"We'll have to reschedule dinner out. Its looks like Noe's arc is about to pass around the corner at any time" she whispered, in desperate need to act like nothing really happened. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he didn't feel the kiss. Maybe she didn't ruin their friendship for a stupid idea.

"You'll be here two weeks, Buttercup. We can go to have dinner any other night" he whispered in his sleepy voice, which didn't really help to how she was already feeling. Neither did the kiss he gave her on her forehead. "I'll make dinner, don't worry"

"Tell me you've ice cream for dessert or I'll be sad"

"Why would I have ice cream?" he asked in the most serious tone, making her doubt for a second. He always had ice cream when she was around. He always made sure to have the stuff she liked when she came to visit, but maybe this time was an exception. "I'm joking. I got all your favorite stuff"

It was her turn to go move to slap his chest. She has been doing it since they were fourteen. The first time it happened was when he told her a terribly bad joke and she laughed because it was funny. but she also slapped him, making Michael give her his best puppy eyes as he said he was sorry. After that moment, the really bad jokes were responded with that playful slap, but this time this was different too. As soon as her hand rested against his chest, Michael grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing one by one her knuckles. And just when he was done, he rested their joined hands against his chest, not letting her hand go off hiss.

"Thanks Mikey"

"There's nothing to thanks" he insisted, kissing her temple before he kept talking. "Hey, remember our lunches when we were kids?"

And how she could ever forget. "I do. Your mom used to put Reese's buttercups for dessert every Friday. That's when you started to call me Buttercup" she smiled, thinking about those memories, feeling like somehow it happened yesterday and not over two decades ago. She remembered perfectly little Michael sitting right beside her, talking about how he was going to play some sport over the weekend, all while she talked about her plans to go to some museum. The funny thing was how, over two decades later, things were still the same. She loved museums, he loved sports, and they still loved to have lunch together.

"And for your obsession with Powepuff girls" he pointed out, covering her forehead with tender kisses. But her favorite thing was probably how his hands were still in the same place as they were when she woke up. He was still stroking her lower back and her ass. He was moving his fingers over her back and her leg like it was absolutely nothing. He was holding up like they were supposed to be there and maybe they were. "Then somehow it turned into Bella thanks to Nana and your obsession with learning Italian"

"E ho imparato l'italiano, sole mio" she stated, finally moving from her safe place to kiss his cheek while a cheeky grin was drawn on her face.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Also I gotta admit something" he whispered, making her finally move to look at him. "I had the buttercups for you. One of the first days of classes they asked our favorite candy, you said buttercups. After that I told mom to put 'em on my lunch so I would've something to share with you. They were never really for me"

"You did that for me?" she asked, feeling her cheeks turning warm and red. There was no way he would have done that. They were nine. They were kids. They were kids and she couldn't really believe such a thing, but then she looked at Michael and there was the answer written all over his face. It was fucking true.

"You were the prettiest girl in the whole damn universe and somehow heaven sent you to sit right next to me. I couldn't lose my chance. Especially not after you called me Mikey and your cheeks turned red. Just like now"

She hated the fact that Michael took his hand away from her leg, but she loved that he did it to touch her face. He touched her cheek so carefully that it looked as if he felt like she was going to break at any second. He stroked her red cheek with fingers, and she had no other chance but to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Nobody called you Mikey and I don't know why I did it. Nobody calls you like that" she whispered, playing with the material of his black T-shirt to focus on something that wasn't his face so close to hers.

"Nobody but you, Buttercup" Michael murmured, looking straight into her eyes, with a beautiful little smirk on his face as his nickname for her slipped through his lips.

Twenty years and that silly little word still made her feel like a nine-year-old girl.

But what also made her feel like that little girl was the way he was looking at her, which was making her feel too nervous for her own good. "Don't look at me like that" she practically begged, closing her eyes to avoid his, even if just for a second.

"Like what?". She didn't know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. 'Don't look at me like you like me'. 'Don't look at me like I'm pretty'. 'Don't look at me like you'd like to kiss me'. There were too many options, but nothing seemed good enough to explain it. There were no words to explain the way he was looking at her as if she was everything to him. There was no way to say it the right way. There were no words she could use that would be enough. And even if she found those words, they got lost somewhere else when Michael spoke again. "I miss you"

She wanted to giggle at the comment, but all she did was smile. A little smirk appeared on her face as she heard those words, because that was the closest they had been in months, but there was Michael saying that when she less needed it. "I'm right here"

"I don't mean now. I mean when you're not around. I really miss you". It was a whisper against her forehead. It was just a couple of words, but it gave her goosebumps. It made the knot in her stomach just grow bigger, especially when she remembered how it was going to be over before they even realized it.

"Don't tell me that. I've to go back home at some point and how I'm supposed to have the heart to do it?"

"Then don't" he affirmed, and she knew him well enough to know there was not a single sign of doubt in his words. But she got too distracted by his lips on her forehead, moving from there to there to her temple and oh-so-slowly going down to her cheek. "There's enough room for both of us here. I know there's only one room but that never stopped us. We could make it work. Besides I'm not here much"

And that was the problem. That was what hurt. That was one of the things that haunted her and stopped her from doing anything was that he wasn't around and the eternal doubt of how they could make it work. But even with that against them, there's nothing she wanted more than to stay. "I don't wanna go. I really don't want to"

"Then stay. Baby look at me" he begged, and she couldn't do anything but do as he asked and look at him again. But maybe it was a mistake, because there he was, even closer than before, with his lips almost touching hers. "I really mean it. We can really give this a try. I want us to give it a try. Tell me you don't think about this. Tell me you never thought about us"

Just like she had no idea how she handled his lips against her neck, or his hands all over her body, she had no idea how she was resisting that. She had no idea how she was resisting his lips ghosting over hers as they were breathing the same air. But maybe she was resting in the same way that she did it for over two long decades.

"I do, but we shouldn't. We've been friends for 22 years and if someone goes wrong I just- I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you, Mike" she explained, taking a deep breath as she tried to get rid of the knot that now was also attacking her throat. The simple thought of losing him just hurt too much. It has always hurt, but now that it was possible, it was just worse. It was just so bad that her heart ached.

"We can make a promise that we won't push each other away no matter what. We can sign a contract if you want. I'll do anything but just please kiss me, baby" Michael begged once, looking straight at her eyes as he did it.

She wasn't thinking when her left hand went straight to the side of his neck. She wasn't thinking either, when her right hand went to his waist, sneaking under his shirt without permission. She didn't need permission for any of it and they were going to have to talk after it, but she couldn't care less.

And after two decades waiting and wanting to kiss Michael, she finally got to do it.  

And damn, it was worth the wait.

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Hmmm I could very well go for some Daniel X Michael Italiano if you're interested 👀

Reunion

Daniel Ricciardo x Michael Italiano Theme: Fluff Michael meets Daniel inside the gym after his comeback x word count: 850+

It's early Tuesday morning when Michael makes his way through the Alpha Tauri training center. He is already wearing gym clothes and walks through the hallways toward the gym to prepare Yuki's training for today. Looking at his watch, he frowns. Their appointment is in about an hour. Michael expected to be stuck in traffic for a little while longer, but he would rather be on time than too late. He hates to keep his clients waiting. Thinking about getting coffee, he approaches the gym.

To his surprise, the door is already open, and he hears someone groaning slightly. Curiously, he walks towards the noise when he hears another, louder groan. It's a very familiar noise, something he's heard so often throughout the last couple of years. A smile forms on his lips when he takes a step into the gym seeing a familiar face sitting on a bench. It's Daniel, his old client.

Immediately, he turns towards the door and smiles warmly. "Good morning, Michael." Daniel says, his voice a little huskier than usual. "I knew I would find you here, early in the morning. He runs a hand through his messy, sweaty hair, the smile on his lips growing bigger and bigger.

"Daniel." Michael breathes deeply. He's so happy to have him back, but at the same time, he can't believe it. They stopped working together when last season ended due to Dániel not having a seat for this year. Even though he knew he would be back sooner or later, it still seemed too good to be true.

"Are you still dreaming?" Daniel says, and the sound of his husky voice snaps Michael right out of his daydream. Michael must have been standing there for a couple of seconds, thinking deeply, so he didn't even hear Daniel talking to him.

"Sorry." Michael shakes his head and shrugs. "I have to get used to this again." He points at Daniel, who's still smiling brightly. Running a hand through his nicely done hair, Michael watches Daniel run both of his hands across his chest, the thing he would always do to tease him. Of course, after working together for years, Daniel knows him well.

"Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" Daniel smirks, tilting his head, and looks at Michael curiously. Of course he didn't ever think like that; quite the opposite.

"Oh, no." Michael crosses his arms in front of his chest, taking a firm stand. "I hoped to catch a little break from you." He tries to hold back a giggle, so instead, he smirks at Daniel, who, challenged, gets up from the bench and takes a step towards Michael.

"Is that so?" Daniel bites his lower lips, his eyes wandering down Michael's face and his entire upper body before meeting his eyes once more.

Lifting his chin slightly, Michael does the same. He can't help but admire Daniel's strong physique. He must've been working out a lot throughout the last couple of weeks to get back into shape and prepare his body for racing again. Their eyes meet again, and tension builds up between them when Daniel grabs Michael's waist with both of his hands, holding him in place.

Simultaneously, they lean into one another, and their lips meet for the first time in weeks. They started dating last summer after Daniel played hard-to-get for way too long, and even though they aren't working together anymore, they make sure to spend as much time with one another as possible. Due to their busy schedules, however, they weren't able to see each other outside of video calls.

"I missed you so much." Michael says when their mouths separate to catch air, their lips are longing for more. Instead, he wraps his arms around Daniel, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm glad to have you back." He breathes deeply down his neck before placing a kiss on the warm yet soft skin.

Instantly, Daniel embraces those strong hands around his body and melts into his boyfriend, completely giving in to him. "I never left." He says it, and his voice breaks once.

Michael giggles and squeezes him one more time before slowly separating from his boyfriend. "I know." He takes another deep breath and lets his hands and fingers run along Daniel's back.

"I missed you too." Daniel sighs, his entire body clinging to Michael, unable to let go in fear of losing this moment. Feeling his heart beating even faster, he leans into him, kissing him once again. "It's so good to be here." Daniel smiles and looks around, reminiscing about all the times the two men were inside a similar gym, working out together.

Michael nods, wrapping one arm around Daniel and gently pulling him to his side. "We will make the best out of this." He says seriously, and both of them start giggling.

"You're such a dork." Daniel laughs, nudging Michael's chest with his shoulder playfuly.

"You love me; shut up." Michael pouts, and they share another laugh.

Those months apart felt like decades, and both men are relieved to be here together.

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A/N: I really hope you'll like this. The urge to go for more was strong in this one!

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Just Friends

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: Daniel and Y/n insist they are just friends.

Warnings: Language, fluff, drinking.

Word Count: 2867 words

Authors note: Again, sorry if this isn’t the best piece of writing but we only move forward 😊 Hope you guys like it, can’t wait to hear what you think 😊 Also, don't just the pictures, they were done too quickly with the writing on them :D

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“I didn’t know Daniel was dating someone new?” Charles kept glancing over towards you two.

Despite Daniel being incredibly private about his love life with the public, to the other drivers he would show whoever he was dating off constantly, so why hadn’t he done the same with you?

“Not his girlfriend” Lando shrugged, confused by the situation but knowing that if Daniel wanted to say something, there was no one on earth who could stop him from doing so.

“So, what I’m hearing is she’s single” Pierre had learnt his lesson talking to woman he shouldn’t be, avoiding looking at you too much, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed how gorgeous you were, suddenly fully indulging in taking you in.

“She might be single, but I have never seen Daniel so protective over anyone in my entire life, so I wouldn’t even bother trying” Lando tried to warn Pierre, knowing that there was a 50/50 chance of him actually listening to him.

“But they aren’t dating?” Pierre was pushing his luck, he knew he was, but he wouldn’t really be a good f1 driver if he didn’t now would he?

“How they fuck are they not dating?” Charles refused to believe a word Lando was saying, the way you to were looking at each other, there was no way you weren’t.

Lando just shrugged, “every single time I mention it he says they’re just friends and just kind of leaves it there so I didn’t press the issue, but she is his wallpaper and nonsense too, but I don’t know man, who knows what’s going on with Daniel” he wish he had a better explanation and he really didn’t believe Daniel for a second when he said that you two were nothing more than just friends but every time he asked Daniel was so adamant that he just decided to drop it instead.

“He’s got to be lying” Pierre nodded in agreement along with Charles, there was no way you were that affectionate with just your friend, at least, none of his ‘just friends’ were ever that affectionate with him.

“Max might know more, but trust me when I say this, she is definitely off limits” Lando shot Pierre a warning look again, daring him to attempt anything, Pierre heading the warning this time with a nod of the head, not entirely understanding the situation, but knowing enough about protective Daniel to know that this was not territory he should venture into.

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“So, no Y/n today?” Scott asked as he sat next to Daniel on the balcony, overlooking the Monacan ocean.

“Nah, she’s got some work function, but she should be here in the next hour or so” Daniel triple checked his watch doing the mental calculation on what time you should be arriving, despite you never explicitly saying you would be coming over, you were his best friend, so it was generally a given.

“Cool, cool, yeah, you guys make plans for this evening then?” he knew he wasn’t exactly being sneaky asking, but in his defence he was trying to not get caught prying.

“Nope, but she normally-“

“Normally pops in whenever, yeah, I know” Scott finished his sentence for him, having heard the same thing a million times before.

“I feel like you have something to say” Daniel knew exactly what he wanted to say, it was the same thing everyone wanted to say, but no matter how many times they ask, the answer was never going to change.

“Nope” Scott popped the P, face indicating otherwise.

“Great” Don’t give in Daniel, it’s exactly what they all want, you know what you two are and that’s -  

“Like, you’re sure you two are just friends right?” Scott broke his train of thought, diving right into the same question he hadn’t been able to escape from for weeks, “because like, even your mom thinks there’s something more happening here”

“When did you speak to my mom?” thank you Scott for giving him an out of this conversation.

“We chat” Scott shrugged far too nonchalantly for Daniels liking given that he had just found out one of his best friends was casually talking to his mother like they were mates, “don’t change the topic”

“You’re relentless” Daniel couldn’t do this again.

“You’re keeping shit from your best friend” in truth, Scott was nervous Daniel was going to get hurt, and Daniel keeping secrets, this wasn’t like him, so something was definitely off about the entire situation.

“Thought you were my mom’s best friend” Daniel shot back, using every tactic he could to get out of this conversation.

“Don’t be a smartass mate” Why did they both have to be so stubborn?

The silence a battlefield between the two men, neither willing to give up their position. Luckily for Daniel, you, the ever godsend, rang his doorbell.

“Thank fuck” Daniel hoped Scott heard, wanting him to know how badly he didn’t want to have this same conversation.

Again.

“Ah, speak of the devil” Scoot explained as you joined them on the balcony, you feign offence.

“Come now Scott, we all know I am significantly better looking” you joked around, greeting him with a kiss to the head, always affectionate with those you love, “but now I am curious, what were you saying about me then?” you pressed him, knowing it took absolutely zero effort to get Scott to crack.

“Oh, you know, this and that, talking about you and Daniels precarious relationship” he lifted his eyebrows, questioning you, hoping for the answer he had tried to get out of Daniel.

“Oh god, again? Seriously Scott? Are you truly no better than everyone else?” You could not handle this line of questioning again, it being the only thing you were see all over social media every race weekend these days when it came to the F1 wags.

“Is he bugging you about this too?” Daniel handed you a glass of wine and took his original position on the chair next to Scott, hand wrapping around your thigh as you leaned on his shoulder addressing them both now.

“Neither of you have given an answer though” Check and mate, he was convinced you had to give it up now.

“We’re just friends” you both answered the now well practiced line.

“Fine. Why did she get wine and I didn’t?” None of this was convincing Scott otherwise of you two being just friends.

“You know where the kitchen is”  Daniel jerked his head towards the interior, refusing to get up, “bring the bottle out with you please” Both you and Daniel shot him a look of thanks.

“You both suck” Scoot grumbled his was inside and poured himself a drink before making his way back outside, only two find you two significantly closer, engaged in conversation, completely sure that neither of you even knew he was back.

Fine. You two can attempt to keep this secret, but Scott was going to get you two to admit your feelings for each other one way or another. It suddenly dawning on him that you two might not even genuinely realise how you felt.

With that he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the two of you. Time for him and all the fans to get to work making you two see how you really felt about each other.

“Just friends my ass” he said far too loudly in the hopes you’d hear before taking his seat and opening Instagram.

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ScottJames: My favourite two just friends <3

McLaren: 👀

CharlesLeclerc: @LandoNorris how?!

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Lando had been searching for Daniel everywhere, boredom taking over at the McLaren garage as both their cars were being fine tuned for the race weekend, eventually making his way to Daniel drivers’ room.

He knew Daniel was with you, when was Daniel not with you, but you were always great company for the young driver too, him beginning to love it when you came with to races, always siding with him when he would pick on Daniel.

What did concern him though was the fact that realistically you two had to be in his drivers’ room, but it was dead quiet in there, and that made him very nervous.

Please don’t now be the moment you both realise your love for each other, and he walks in on either a very emotional moment for you both or the kind of moment that would require hm never looking Daniel in the eye again.

He tentatively opened the door and, hoping you’d both stop whatever you were doing so he wouldn’t be scarred.

Instead, he was met with breathes in sync.

There you and Daniel lay, fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Surely neither of you actually believed you were just friends? Friends aren’t as comfortable as you two are with each other. No, what you and Daniel had was something significantly deeper, like, fuck, something deep. He was an F1 driver, not a poet.

Maybe Scott had the right idea of how to go about this entire thing, and with that he quietly snapped a picture of you both before creeping back out the room and putting it on his Instagram.

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LandoNorris: Two just friends napping.

PierreGasly: Do they even know?

CharlesLeclerc: HOW!!

MercedesAMG: The love story F1 deserves <3

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“Could you two please concentrate? Daniel actually has to train you know that right?” Michael adored you two, lord knows he did, but the way you two were constant distractions for each other was beginning to be a challenge for him today.

“Sorry mate, will be there in a second, just showing y/n this thing quick” Daniel didn’t even bother looking up at him, fully engrossed on your reaction to the video and that alone.

This situation needed to be dealt with. How were you two so oblivious to each other’s feelings?

Michael snapped a picture and sent it to Scott.

M; You have the same problem when they are together?

S: CAN THEY PLEASE JUST ADMIT IT!

M: Do they even know?

S: Doubt it, but that’s why I keep putting it on Instagram, maybe everyone else can convince them.

M: You know that’s kind of cruel right?

S: Just put the fucking picture up.

M: It’s a little private though no?

S: Pussy.

S: If they won’t listen to us, maybe they will listen to THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!

S: Daniels mom says put it up.

M: You text Daniels mom?

S: We chat.

Fuck, if Daniels mom said he should, then who was he to argue.

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MichaelItaliano: Two just friends getting ready for race weekend.

Mclaren: Daniels clearly dedicated to something.

LandoNorris: At least one of us will be ready for race day.

YukiTsunoda: @PierreGasly Goals <3

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“See you brought Y/n as your date tonight” Max slid next to Daniel at the bar as he got you both drinks.

“Not you too Max” Daniel couldn’t handle this right now, not when he had this many drinks in him.

“Can you blame me mate?” Maybe it was time someone had an actual straightforward conversation with him about this and if it had to be Max, then so be it.

“Can we not just be friends? Why is everyone so obsessed with us being more?” Daniel was going to need t get one or two extra shots tonight clearly.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you believe the bullshit you two keep spewing that you’re just friends” drunk Daniel was his best bet at having this conversation, so it was now or never.

“I gotta get her drink to her” Daniel opted to avoid the conversation entirely, the bartender handing him his out, not wanting to leave you alone for too long, considering how he had noticed Pierre staring at you this evening.

Before he could leave Max grabbed his arm, forcing Daniel to look at him, “just so we’re clear, you couldn’t say it nor look me in the eye” and with hat Max let him go and turned to the bar, dropping the conversation after that to enjoy his night.

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MaxVerstappen: Love third wheeling two just friends.

Y/nInsta: Please, more like me third wheeling you two all night <3

PierreGasly: You looked beautiful Y/n 😊

CharlesLeclerc: @PierreGasly you are stupid.

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Mclaren: Just friends congratulating and supporting other just friends <3

MercedesAMG: Goals <3

YukiTsunoda: @PierreGasly why don’t you congratulate me like this?

LandoNorris: @CharlesLeclerc This is just getting ridiculous.

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“So, you excited for your two just friends to leave so you can spend the rest of your vacation in a small little romantic Italian town with your real just friend?” Scott nudged Daniel as he joined him and Michael down at the beach while you got ready for dinner.

“I actually hate you both” Daniel shoved Scott into the water laughing all the while.

“It would be the perfect place” Michael thought out loud.

“For what?” Daniel was truly at a loss for what Michael was talking about.

“To admit it” Michael was blunt with his word choice, he knows he was, but it was time.

“Really man, this Daniel, the Daniel with her is the happiest Daniel we’ve ever seen, it’s just you two who don’t realise how you guys feel” this was the most serious Scott had ever been about the entire situation and it was weirding everyone out, including himself.

“Guys, no, listen we’re-“

“Just friends” Michael and Scott finished in unison, the same monotone voice coming from both of them.

“Forget we said anything” Michael could only do so much and if Daniel wasn’t listening then what could he do.

“Speak for yourself, you don’t forget a single thing I’ve said to you, remember this shit constantly, I need it to haunt you” Scott was sure this started out as a joke, but by the end of that sentence he was probably a bit too serious.

“Let’s go, y/n should be ready” Daniel began making his way back to you, truly not caring if either of them actually followed at this pointed.

“You would be the leading authority on all things y/n” and next thing Scott was sprinting in the direction of the Chalets before Daniel could catch him.

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MichaelItaliano: Two just friends just exploring.

Redbull: Romeo oh Romeo

MercedesAMG: I’m just a friend, standing in front of just a friend, asking him to love her.

LandoNorris: *Kiss*

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ScottJames: The totally normal way just friends look at each other.

MaxVerstappen: @DanielRicciardo why do you never look at me like that?

RedBull: @Ferrari why do you never look at me like that?

PierreGasly: @CharlesLeclerc why do you never look at me like that?

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It had been your first full day alone and you and Daniel had just woken up from a nap after spending the entire day on the beach.

“Wine?” you asked, beginning to make you way to the kitchen.

“When do we ever say no to wine?” Daniel surprised you even had to ask.

“I’ll be back now” and with that you had left the room.

Normally Daniel was hyperaware of your every move, but now, he was distracted. Was everyone right? Well, he knew they were right about him, but could you possibly feel the same? Only drawing himself back to reality when he felt you card your fingers through his hair.

“Come back to me hun” you lightly whispered out as you continued walking out to the balcony.

Daniel grabbed his phone, taking a picture of you, one of the thousands already in his phone of you, but this one of specific importance.

This one signified the moment before the change. The image he could go back to again and again in case you didn’t feel the same. The potential last time things were good between the two of you.

Or the moment just before everything changed for the better.

 Daniel hesitantly sat down next to you; the air around you both different this time. It was time. Daniel had more hope now than he had ever had since meeting you. Daniel had to take the chance.

He took in the moment before one second longer before -

“We were never just friends, at least, you weren’t ever just a friend to me”

The air was thick, it was too silent.

“I never was to you was I?”  

“Never”

He always felt that hearing that from you would give him butterflies and fireworks and all the other things that the movies tell you that you should have but instead, what Daniel got was the overwhelming sense of calm, of peace, of the confirmation that this is exactly what his life was meant to be.

“Be mine then.”

“Forever”.

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DanielRicciard: “Just Friends”

ScottJames: FINALLY!!!! You’re mom is gonna be so happy <3

Mclaren: The ending the people deserve <3

CharlesLeclerc: @LandoNorris I fucking told you!!!!

MaxVerstappen: About Goddamn time.  

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Date night M.I

Michael Italiano x Wife!reader

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y/nitaliano This is a PSA to NOT let Daniel Joseph Ricciardo babysit… you will come back to whatever this is

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danielricciardo That was not my fault 😅

| y/nitaliano Oh really that’s why you practically ran for the hills when Michael and I got back huh?

scottyjames31 rookie mistake y/n/n rookie mistake

Dannyric4281 I mean at least this confirms Dan is in fact the fun uncle

michaelitaliano Mate you better come up with a good excuse

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michaelitaliano take two of date night hopefully the kids will actually be in bed when we get back and not giving another “midnight fashion show”

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danielricciardo how long until you forgive and forget about this?

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#gothicwidow #imagines #f1 instagram au #Michael Italiano imagines #Michael Italiano x reader #Michael Italiano x wife reader #Daniel Ricciardo x platonic reader

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Danny Ric x reader x Micheal Italiano (if that’s something you’re into) 🔥🔥🔥

Omg! Yes! I had an idea for days and now with all the drama around Daniel, he deserves some love ♥️

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You were recommended to go to this particular gym. It wasn't easy to get a membership there, but the equipment was simply outstanding and the atmosphere only spurred you on even more. After a week of trial workouts, you develop your own routine. Like any other gym, there were busy times and to do an undisturbed workout, you were either there early in the morning or just before closing time.

Over and over again you ran into this tall and muscular guy. You watched him and he watched you. Since you didn't have a workout partner and didn't know anyone else in the gym, this good-looking guy rushed to help you, when you overdid the weight on the multi-press during your squats.

It was easy for him to hook the bar with the weights into the jig.

"Thank you." you say out of breath and your head slightly red.

"Don't thank me for that, but you shouldn't overdo yourself." he said casually and corrected the weight by taking off 2 discs at a time.

"I'm Micheal by the way!" he introduces himself and extends his big hand to you.

"Y/N." you accept his hand and shake it.

"Come on I'll help you doing it correctly!"

He shows you how it’s done properly and then he stepped behind you. His hands rested on your hips and accidentally your butt grazes his crotch. As his grip tightened around your hips, you stretch your butt out further with each execution, so that you are now touching him like that more regularly. With each time his cock became harder and you wetter.

"I hate to interrupt..." you hear behind you and Michael and you almost jump apart. Next to you was a slightly slimmer, but just as attractive man as Michael, with an unbelievably great smile, "I'm done with the leg press."

"Daniel! That's Y/N!"

"Enchanté!" greets Daniel, also extending his hand to you with a big grin. You reach out to shake his hand, however he brings it to his mouth and suggests a hand kiss.

"See you tomorrow?" Michael asks you, "Same time?"

"Same time!" you confirm and look after the two of them before they move on to their next exercise.

You've been training with the two men for a few days now. You usually meet up around night time, because lately it's been pretty much empty at that time.

"That was good!" you puff out, exhausted but happy, after putting down the kettle bell.

"You really pulled through today. Awesome!" Michael praises you while putting his hand around your shoulder.

Again and again he seeks your closeness, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. Daniel watches Michael's movements closely. He told him that he likes you - but Daniel likes you, too. You're naturally beautiful, you have just as much banter as he does and your body in tight sportswear just looked forbiddingly good.

In his mind, Daniel had already undressed you. He would love to caress your breasts, which always caught his eye in that small sports bra. Especially when Michael touched you, your nipples came out. Your butt that was so plump and round in those tight yoga pants. His mouth was almost watering.

Michael noticed Daniel's looks and they didn't escape you either. Both men were your type, tall and dark haired. The muscles are a nice bonus. You'd love to take them both. You feel like playing.

"You guys really made me sweat! I really need to cool down!" you gasp and stand up. You adjust your sports bra in front of the mirror, so that your breasts bounce a little and then run your hands over your butt.

You walk past both men and head straight for the spa area. Before you enter, you look around at them again, wink cheekily and nod at them.

Daniel and Michael only look at each other briefly and then follow you.

When they open the door, they have a great view of your ass. You had already taken off your yoga pants and stood there in a thong. Both Michael and Daniel were hard within seconds. Daniel licks his lips at the sight of your round butt and would love to bite into your cheeks. Michael straightened his hard cock through his sports shorts.

"Are you just going to watch?" you ask them and your hands reach for the waistband of your sports bra. Quickly you pull it over your head and your breasts spring free. They stood perfectly, you didn't even need a bra.

"Fuck!" Daniel murmurs and looks over at Michael once more before both men walk towards you.

You feel so many hands on you, exploring every inch of your body. It was madness. You help both to undress and let your hands wander over their bodies as well. First you give Daniel a passionate kiss, then Michael right after. You know that they will destroy you, you hope for nothing else.

Michael gets on his knees in front of you and pulls down your thong, he lifts one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder. Without hesitation, he licks through your already wet folds and sucks your clit into his mouth.

Filled with lust you put your head back. Daniel stands behind you, so that your head rests against his shoulder. He kisses you again and massages your breasts. With one hand you wander into Michael's hair, with the other you grab Daniel's cock and start to jerk him off.

The three of you make yourselves comfortable on a day bed in front of the saunas and try out some positions.

You give Michael a blowjob while Daniel fucks you from behind. After that you ride Michael's cock and let Daniel fuck your mouth. It was a dream come true, your dream of a threesome. Both men over stimulate you. By now you are a moaning mess, but didn’t want it stop.

"Such a good girl." Daniel moans as his grip in your hair tightens, "Taking our cocks so well."

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Daniel showing up in his merch on a Saturday

Michael wearing the same T-shirt 3 days in a row when he usually wears team wear

The boys are officially done with the orange team and already on a sabbatical

#I know it’s not that deep #but I can imagine them being fuck it we’re done with the orange #daniel ricciardo #michael italiano #anti mclaren

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Look at him oh my god he’s beautiful

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F1 Fanfics rec list : cat!drivers

That's when something wild calls you home (5217 words) by TheWiseOne12 Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Lando Norris/Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel Summary: Seb was in the middle of working at his desk when he heard a slamming noise. At first, he thought that it was his husband coming home but he quickly realised that the noise hadn’t been loud enough to be the door. For a split second, he thought about ignoring but then he worried that something had fallen off a shelf so he got up from his desk chair and headed out of his office and into the lounge. And he was very surprised to see a tabby cat sitting in the living room, in front of the apartment door on the entry mat. Because he and Lewis didn’t own a cat.

Atticus Caticus (4875 words) by finalframe Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel Summary: As Sebastian Vettel awoke one morning from a dreamless sleep, he found himself transformed in his bed into a cat. (Or, how Sebastian learned how to hold his tongue around circuit cats: the hard way.)

5+1 cat fic (5612 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary: 5 times the fans just thought Dan loved his cat alot and one time they realised it was Max all along (or max can shapeshift and just wants cuddles)

That’s the catitude! (6436 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc Summary: 5+1 ish of how the drivers found out that Max could shapeshift into the cutest cat for snuggles reasons. this is a prequel that should be read second for it to make sense which is weird but oh well.

No kitten- I’m smitten (2643 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary: After Max's cat form becomes public knowledge he quickly realises that he can use it to cuase chaos. 5+1 of Max and co (mostly Dan actually) using cat form to mess with the press

The Adventures of Lando Meowrris and Clawlos Sainz (2215 words) by hibivrooms Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: It is a beautiful day in Lucerne, Switzerland, and Carlos Sainz can't find his husband anywhere.

purring in my lap ('cause he loves me) (5071 words) by nyoomfruits Characters: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri Summary: The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch. Oscar’s cat, presumably. And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch. The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear (7281 words) by TheWiseOne12 Relationships: Max Fewtrell/Lando Norris Summary:

But, on the other hand, there were some shapeshifters that you found out about their animal form and it just clicked perfectly. And that was Lando for Max.

[5 times Lando caused chaos in cat form and 1 time he caused chaos in human form]

The cat in the big red ferrari (1164 words) by Mymanisagayman Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: A story where Carlos tries his best hiding his little secret, which appears to be harder than ever at some moments. (Australia 2023 but i didnt include the Ferrari quali drama for various reasons. Didnt want it to be angst)

you've got to be kitten me (9182 words) by Quagswagging Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Pierre Gasly & Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Mick Schumacher & Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc, Michael Italiano & Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Max uses his cat form to get the affection he doesn't dare to ask for when he's in human form. Along the way, he not only gets cuddled a lot, but he also gets a lot closer to Daniel, who has taken a liking to the stray cat he calls Captain McCloud.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf fic #fic rec #rec list #cat!au #maxiel #carlando #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #charlos #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #nortrell #lando norris #max fewtrell #oscar piastri #landoscar #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton

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So it goes: Chapter 33 - MI x OC

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Summary: A new apartment and shit ton of Christmas decorations might be a lot but it's nothing they can't handle, especially when they had handled way worse things.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Fluff all over the place.

Word count: 8.2k

A/N: HELLO KIDS. Its been forever and I’m SO sorry but life has been insane. Hope you’re all doing great and the new year is treating you alright. I know someone told me at some point they wanted to see M&M living in a new apartment and all that, so here you are. There’s so other news in the chapter, so I hope u like it. ANYWAY I’ll really try post more often lol Love you and see u soon!

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Chapter 33 - Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

The first time Michael mentioned the idea of looking for a new apartment they were in Austin. It was just one of those regular nights where Maggie would snuggle extra close to him just because the bed felt somehow too big and sleeping practically over him felt way better. She was happy, heaven knew she was nothing but happy. They were in Austin, Michael had a constant smile on his face thanks to being in one of his favorite places in the world, Olivia was nothing but an excited thing because she absolutely loved horses and her whole family was just at peace there. Between live music, brisket and laughs, everything seemed to be alright at least for a while.

Plus, Maggie and Michael were still in their little cloud of love, excitement, and happiness about being engaged. Even when they still had zero ideas or plans for their wedding, Maggie was happy and still tearing up every single time she looked at the beautiful engagement ring in her hand. She was still trying to process the fact that she was marrying the love of her life at some point in the next year and that was everything she needed to have a smile on her face.

Michael mentioning it wouldn’t be bad to start looking for a bigger place made that smile even bigger. After finishing her cup of tea, Maggie was holding her Kindle with one hand while playing with Michael’s hair with the other one. Meanwhile, Michael was doing more of the same, just reading one of his books while resting his head against Maggie’s chest, using her as a pillow. When Michael left his Kindle on the side and turned around to hug her, Maggie thought he was already too sleepy and ready to call it a day and sleep, but she was nothing but wrong. Breaking the silence of the room, he just threw a soft ‘We could move to a bigger apartment next year’ while he looked up at her as if he said the most casual thing in the world. He said the most casual thing in the world, but Maggie felt like her heart grew a hundred times bigger while hearing those words.

They didn’t mention it again until they were back in London after the race in Austin. Maggie was just sitting on the couch, her favorite blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape as she was focused on her tablet, drawing what was supposed to be one of Michael’s Christmas presents. She was still playing around with ideas and colors, trying to decide on the final concept and design for it. She knew it was October and she still had time, but she was starting to get irritated with herself. She had other stuff to do. She had too many things to do. She needed to finish some things for Michael’s website and Instagram, not even mention she still had to finish a bunch of things for his new app, so Maggie was stressed.

Normally Jas was the one in charge of that, working with him for as long as they have met each other, but one day they decided to pass it to Maggie. Jas insisted for centuries, saying it was going to be way more logical if Maggie did it, but every single time the youngest sister refused. Jas repeated time after time that Maggie could do exactly as she did or even better, and Michael insisted it was gonna be just fine, but Maggie just dodged the bullet time after time. It was too much pressure, and she was terrified of fucking it up, so she said no, but once Olivia was born things changed. Jas had too much between a husband driving a shitty car every weekend, a newborn baby, a sister with love problems, Daniel’s collections, and life in general so as soon as Maggie and Michael were on normal terms again, she passed the crown to her sister.

Maggie couldn't say working with Michael wasn’t fun. Damn, it was more than fun, but the problem was the pressure she put on herself. She needed it to be perfect, and even when her boyfriend promised it was all perfect, she would still look for things to correct. She was always a perfectionist, but it was worse when it was for Michael. That’s why that gloomy afternoon in London, she ended up yelling that she needed a desk. She knew it was the stress talking. She didn’t need one to work, especially considering she would normally rather be on the couch than on a chair, but that day she was just stressed. Her back was hurting after hours working, her wrist was bothering her, her feet and hands were cold, and the goddamn neighbors were renovating their apartment upstairs and it felt like they were demolishing the whole building, so she was a mess. It took Michael a warm cup of tea, a back massage, a pair of her warmest socks, some music, and taking her tablet away ‘for at least one hour’ to calm her down. But all that came also with a hug that turned into some much-needed snuggles and a promise of starting to look for a new place with enough place for a desk as soon as they came back from Perth, which was thanked with kisses and even more hugs.

After that, jokes came and went with Maggie saying she wanted a piano in their new place simply because she always wanted to learn how to play, Michael blaming Maggie for things not fitting in the closet because of how many shoes and clothes she had, Maggie saying there was not enough space for her mugs thanks to the weird stuff and spices Michael had in the kitchen, Maggie saying again she didn’t want to make Michael choose between his static bike or her and how at some point they would need to find space for a crib for Olivia since she was growing too fast.

The third thing that made them decide to move was Maggie fucking up her wrist. It was something as ridiculously silly as picking up Olivia’s toys from the floor, but Maggie found one behind some of Michael’s weights in the living room, so instead of calling him she decided he could pick it up on her own. The problem wasn’t the weight but the weird position she was in. Trying to stay balanced on just one foot to not step into another of Olivia’s toys, Maggie lost her equilibrium and, to prevent falling to the ground, she tried to hold herself from one of the walls of the living room. She could feel something was wrong with her wrist as soon as she did it, but like always she ignored it thinking it was nothing. She ignored it for a whole day, but the second she had to pick up Olivia, Maggie knew something was not right.

She tried to brush it off, insisting and promising it didn’t hurt that much, but on the second day, Michael just dragged her to see a doctor who, after checkups, an x-ray, and even an MRI, told them her right wrist was a mess. After overworking herself until she was exhausted and after spending most of her waking hours drawing and especially after a lifetime doing it, Maggie’s right wrist was a disaster. To a greater or lesser extent, it was always bothering her, but at some point it just became normal. Except for that time when the pain wasn’t normal and they found out her wrist was fissured. It was just like her left wrist months earlier, but this was worse considering the years of damage. It was way worse considering there was a chance she might need surgery in the future. Michael felt more than guilty when he heard that probably picking up his weights was the reason her wrist finally gave up. He felt terrible knowing he should have taken her to see a doctor months ago, even when Maggie assured him she was fine. He felt awful knowing he should have known better ‘cause it's my job to know and to look after you, Mags’. He felt so damn guilty that the first thing he said after leaving the doctor's office was ‘We really need to move’ as he kissed her forehead while they walked.

But the last thing that made them move was not Maggie’s wrist or any of that, but her present for Michael’s birthday. After the weird kind of terrible year they had, and especially after the terrible couple of months Maggie knew she made Michael go through, she wanted to do something special for his birthday. Damn, after she wasn’t with him his last two birthdays thanks to lockdown, restrictions, work, their time off, and her stupidity, Maggie felt like she should do something huge.  

Being a good girlfriend and staying by his side while Michael watched the World cup matches was something she was already planning to do, mind-blowing sex was clearly on the list too, his regular gifts were on the way or wrapped to put inside her suitcase and she swore to finish every single thing that she had to do for his business but she wanted something else. But right after she was about to give up on her plan to find something amazing for Michael, Lily showed up out of nowhere saving her.  

After finding the gift, Maggie needed to find the perfect time to give it to Michael. She didn’t want to do it at midnight with a probably half-asleep Michael, she didn’t want to give it to him in the morning when she was probably gonna be half asleep. For some stupid reason, she didn’t want to give it to him with the rest of his gifts after he came from the gym and before they went to have lunch so she waited till after his birthday dinner celebration. She could see in Michael’s eyes how he thought of something completely different when she whispered in his ear that she had another surprise. His hand sneaking and squeezing her ass on the elevator was enough to let her know he was thinking about something different and it made it even funnier. Her main plan was to tell her boyfriend to do whatever he wanted with her until they were an absolute mess who would probably have to crawl all the way to the airport the next day, but as soon as they got to their hotel room, Maggie gave him the other little surprise.

She could see the confusion on his face as she saw Maggie grabbing a green envelope from her carry-on suitcase. Damn, she could even see the panic go through his eyes but then it all went to total confusion as he opened and saw the pictures inside. There was something hilarious about Michael looking at the five Polaroids that he took from inside the envelope. But when he finally asked ‘What’s this, babe? And I know it's a puppy, but what’s going on?’ was when finally Maggie explained it.

It was a normal FaceTime with Lily and her parents that started the idea. It was Lily’s parents’ dogs the ones to blame for having puppies and then it was Lily’s mom the one who started with the joke, asking if Maggie didn’t want one of the puppies. Her first answer was no. There was no way they would have a puppy for hundred reasons, but the most important one was they didn’t have time. They barely had time to go on dates from time to time. Damn, Michael barely had time to take care of Maggie, Daniel, and the rest of the family, so adding another living thing to the equation was a no. But then the camera pointed to a little brown Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with ears longer than its head and something just clicked. That little black button nose and those black eyes shot straight to her heart and Maggie knew she had to do it. Maggie knew how much Michael loved dogs, and she knew how badly he wanted to have one in the future. Damn, even she wanted to have one since she was a kid, but for too many reasons it never happened. But if she was gonna be more time at home the next year, she could take care of the puppy and she felt like she owned Michael after he agreed on bringing Elizabeth to London with them, so it all made sense. Plus, their pets would keep her company when Michael was away, and Lily agreed to look after the puppy and Elizabeth if Michael and Maggie weren’t home, so it made sense.

She could see Michael's eyes opening wider and wider with every part of the explanation and how his smile got bigger every second that passed, but nothing compared to the look on his face when Maggie finally said that if he wanted, that little lady was all theirs. With the huge clear difference between their body sizes, Michael was always extra careful with Maggie. He could lift barbells that weighed the same as Maggie so he could manhandle his girlfriend like nothing, and that night that was the case. Grabbing her as easily as he would carry Olivia with one arm, Michael threw her over the bed, got over her, and covered her face in kisses, repeating again and again and again that he loved her more than anything in the world. Meanwhile, Maggie was a mess of giggles, trying to ask if that mean yes to the puppy thing. Of course it was a yes. It was probably the biggest yes after the day they got engaged, so it was a lot to say. After that, it was just all laughs, kisses, and then clothes flying to the floor. The good thing is Michael loved his birthday present so damn much and he was so happy that he ended up begging Maggie to do whatever he wanted to him, which ended up with Maggie riding him until her legs felt like jelly.

The funny thing was that, even if Lily’s parents promised to look after their new tiny furry baby until they were back and ready to pick her up, Michael couldn’t wait a goddamn week to go pick her up. He couldn’t even wait three days to go, and Maggie couldn’t be happier they didn’t. Their puppy was gorgeous without a doubt, but there was nothing as seeing her huge fiancé laying on the floor with that little thing waving her tail as she was licking Michael’s nose. There was nothing as seeing Michael’s smile and hearing his happy laugh while he played with their new baby. There was nothing as funny and adorable as seeing Michael looking at their puppy sleeping on his chest while he thought about names, insisting that not only should it be perfect but it also should be one that went well with Elizabeth. That’s how they decided to go for Penelope, because like Maggie insisted ‘It's cute and she can also kick us, like Penny in Criminal Minds’.

The one that wasn’t so sure about Penelope was Elizabeth and Maggie felt nothing but terrible about it. From purring and going from her lap to Michael’s, Elizabeth was nothing but a golden ball of fur and love who loved cuddles. She loved to be petted and be around people, but suddenly they walked in with Penelope in Michael’s arms and Elizabeth disappeared under the bed in Aoife and David’s apartment. When she decided to finally come out again, she wouldn’t even pay attention to anyone. She would mind her own business, go eat and play with her toys without paying attention to anyone, especially not Penelope.  

When they got home it was way worst and, it broke Maggie’s heart. Since the night Elizabeth meet Michael, every single time he was home she would try to sleep over his chest all while Maggie joked saying she couldn’t blame her because she loved it too, but that it was her place to sleep. Every single night it was the three of them it was the same silly discussion, with Maggie talking to the cat as if she would understand, Elizabeth ignoring Maggie as she purred all happy, and Michael trying to not laugh and convince there was enough space for both of them.

But none of that happened for the three days they spent in Dublin and it was probably worse when they went back to London. For another three days straight, Maggie was nothing but convinced everything they did was a bad idea. Elizabeth was a couch potato and, like any puppy, Penelope was an overexcited ball of fur who just wanted to play with her strange and new roommate. On top of it, they were in a new place for both of them, but while Penelope didn’t seem to care, Elizabeth looked pissed. To say terrible was an understatement. She felt like the worst human being in the world. She felt nothing but guilty about everything. She felt like the worst human being in the world. She felt like the worst mother in the universe, even if her kids were a cat and a dog. It was even worse when Elizabeth would walk past by Penelope and completely ignore her, pretending she wasn’t even in the room. And like every single time, Maggie had no idea what she would have done without Michael. He was the one who insisted she wasn’t bad and that Elizabeth just needed time. He was the one who would pet Elizabeth at the same time as Penelope so they would understand there was enough love for both of them. He was the one who would wake up extra early in the mornings to walk Penelope and who would teach her stuff while Maggie tried to play with Elizabeth and win her love back. He was also the one saying they needed to find an apartment as soon as they went back, not only to have more space for them but also so they could stay apart if she didn’t end up getting along.

But what Maggie wasn’t expecting was to find an apartment that fast. They weren’t planning to move for the next couple of months, but anyway she would look around during her free time. She would also do it because she was convinced it would take them forever to find the perfect one. They knew it was going to be more than hard to find something with a terrace, a decent kitchen for Michael to do his meals to feed a football team, enough space for their things, and on top of that, a place that would allow pets. Their list had too many things and Maggie was convinced they would have to give something up, but they were somehow wrong.

Maggie was convinced it was gonna take them forever to find the perfect one, but one morning she found it. It was a beautiful apartment with a living room full of light, two bedrooms, a big kitchen -big enough for Michael-, a gorgeous bathroom, and a big terrace. The best part was that it was closer to Dan and Jas' apartment, so Maggie fell in love automatically. When she saw it, she sent Michael the link in a text saying ‘If u get it I might share the second room with you but just if u ask nicely’, to which Michael answered with a short ‘Mean’ followed by a heart emoji. They didn’t talk about it for days and Maggie almost forgot it until a Wednesday morning when Michael said he needed Maggie with him to do something later that day. The last thing she was expecting was to go see the same apartment in the afternoon. The last thing she expected was to fall in love with the apartment, which sucked because it wasn’t in their plans to move then. The last thing she also expected was to find out the next day that somehow, Michael talked to the owner and convinced him to rent them the place. She knew a lot of people went to see it before them, she knew they were probably the last ones on the long list of people wanting to rent it, but her bloody smart charming man got it and she was nothing but over the moon.

But even when she was happy and over the moon, she was also stressed as hell. The end of November came with the end of the championship, Daniel signing with Redbull, Jas being stressed as fuck about it, Isaac’s birthday and Michael’s birthday right after, and also Christmas shopping and preparation. On top of that, and right in the middle of all their plans and things to do before they left to finally go to Perth, they had to move. In the middle of all the mess, they had to pack their whole apartment, move and then try to reorganize their new apartment before they left which seemed nothing but impossible.

Michael told her one day that if someone knew how to make something impossible happen it was them. Against all odds they made their relationship work, so somehow after that November and December couldn’t be that bad or hard to deal with. Really it wasn’t that bad and somehow they did it. With help of their friends -which also served as a distraction for Jas- they managed to pack everything in almost no time. But once there were just a couple of boxes left to take, Maggie couldn’t help but tear up as they said goodbye to their old home.

She couldn’t help but cry because even if they needed more space, she was gonna miss that apartment. That was their first little shelter when nobody knew they were together. Those were the walls she missed every single day she was away. That was the place that kept them safe during part of the lockdown. That was the place she dreamed about when they were apart. That was their first home together and there were so many memories there that it hurt to leave even if they love where they were going. But like every single time, Michael was there to clean her tears, kiss the sadness away and hug her so tightly that all the fears would just disappear. Like every single time, Michael was there to whisper the exact words to make her feel better and even put a smile on her face. And between kisses, promises, and reassuring words, he convinced Maggie to take one last picture of them together there. ‘One last pic for the books’ he said because even if they had hundreds and hundreds of pictures, one last of them there wouldn’t hurt, so they did it before closing the door behind their backs.

Once the tears were dried and the boxes were in their place, the new apartment was nothing but a mess. Between furniture that they needed to decide where was gonna go, and things that now needed to find a new place, everything was a little disaster, but it ended up being one of the best nights of her life. They ended up ordering ramen and eating on the couch because the table, the coffee table, and the kitchen island were full of stuff. They listened to music with Maggie’s computer because they were too lazy to look for their collection of vinyls or even plug their record player. The only thing they managed to do was make the bed because Michael insisted they were going to regret it if they didn’t do it, and they were going to regret it especially when they were there without clothes blessing their new bedroom. And like every time, he was right  

They were living together and were absolutely happy and so in love that Maggie felt like a fairytale. That life with the man of her dreams was everything she ever wanted and everything she thought she was never gonna have until she met Michael. Then it was everything she thought she wasn’t going to be able to have because life was throwing nothing but bricks at them, but they finally made it, so she was happy. She knew Michael was happy too, the pride in his shiny eyes and the smile on his face was enough to let her know. Both of them were so happy Maggie normally would say it was nothing but irrational, but somehow she could imagine he was probably regretting every single one of his life choices the second he saw Maggie ignoring the boxes around the apartment to open the one that read ‘Christmas decorations’ on the side. Maggie knew perfectly fine Michael was probably wondering if the was alright when right in front of her there was an untouched box that said ‘Kitchen’, but those were her priorities that day.

When Michael came back home from the gym, Maggie was sitting on the floor, surrounded by Christmas decorations and it was all nothing but a mess. There was everything everywhere, and there was the Christmas tree in a corner of the living room, waiting to be decorated just like the rest of the apartment. And there was Maggie, with a happy smile on her face, making grabby hands as soon as she saw her boyfriend crossing the door.

“Grá! Thank God you’re here! I missed you and I need your big, wonderful hands” she exclaimed, forgetting about the fairy lights she was taking off the box.

“Hey, baby. I missed you too. You need me to turn this into Winter Wonderland or what?” Michael asked, leaving his stuff by the door, his jacket hanging behind it, and going straight to sit on the floor by her side.

“You’re not funny” Maggie affirmed, slapping his leg and throwing a garland at him. “And no, it's not gonna be Winter Wonderland, just a regular apartment decorated for the occasion” she shrugged, going back to her task of opening and untangling the lights

“Gimme a kiss first and then we talk about helping” Michael smiled looking down at her. And then Maggie forgot about the lights once again, letting them on her lap as she grabbed his cheeks, meeting right in the middle to kiss his lips a couple of times. And peak after peak they just kept smiling, not being able to erase the happy grins from their faces. “Now it’s better. The kids?”

“Napping like two champs”

“Don’t tell me, they’re on our bed” Michael guessed, kissing her forehead as he placed his arm around her shoulders. All Maggie did was hum and nod twice, leaning against his body. “At least they ain’t fighting”

None of them had much idea at which point it happened, but one day the cat and dog fight stopped. One night they came home from having their monthly date out in a cute little restaurant Maggie wanted to try, all to find Penelope and Elizabeth sleeping on their bed. They were each on different corners, Penelope curled right by the cushions and Elizabeth at the end of the bed, but it was a lot. It was such a huge achievement for their little family that they decided to take their funny business to the couch, where Maggie whispered against her fiancé’s mouth that she didn’t care where they were as long as he was inside her. But the second time they found them was probably the best, because they found them again sleeping in their bed, but this time side by side, snuggling right by the cushions making a huge ball of fur and love. From time to time the silly little fights were back, but it was more to play than to fight, so Maggie and Michael decided to call it an absolute victory.

“They don’t fight anymore which makes me very happy. I’m not such a bad mom after all” Maggie smiled sweetly, moving enough to reach his jaw and place a couple of kisses there. “Please don’t you ever shave” she purred and practically begged, lifting her hand to run her fingers through his cheek.

“And not having you complaining about my face leaving marks on you? Wouldn’t miss that for the world so no shaving my face, ma’am” Michael whispered against her forehead, playing with her hair as they snuggled together in the cold winter afternoon. “And I told you, you’re the best”

“Nah, that's you” she remarked, moving her lips from his jaw to his neck, leaving there a little kiss that was nothing but the promise of something more once they were done. “Did you have a good workout?”

“It was alright” Michael shrugged, moving her hair out of her shoulders and then stroking her cheek and jaw with her fingers.

“It was alright” Maggie shrugged too, imitating his Aussie accent and mannerisms almost to perfection, making Michael laugh just for looking at her.

“Did you have breakfast?” Michael asked, looking straight into her eyes, knowing how messy Maggie could be when he wasn’t around. Especially knowing how lazy she could be when it came to food. But to not disappoint her boyfriend she nodded, even if breakfast consisted of coffee and some cookies. “That’s my girl. Now, what do you want me to do?”

“I didn’t want to grab a chair to hang this so I was waiting for you” Maggie explain, pointing to the garlands and the fairy lights. “Also I kind of needed your help with my hair” she smiled, pointing to her head. With the wristband her doctor gave her, Maggie could barely move her wrist and she was ordered to make no sudden movements, so even putting her ponytail was something complicated. Besides, it was kind of funny to see Michael trying to be as delicate as possible with her hair and being amazing at it.

“I swear you’re the most breakable person I’ve ever met in my entire life, sweetheart. Now turn” he indicated, and Maggie obeyed, turning her back to him.

“Technically it's not broken. Technically I never broke any bones, so I’m just the most crackable person you’ve ever met. Besides you gotta practice, uncle Mike. We have a niece so one day you’ll have to make pigtails and ponytails. And don’t get me started with how you’ll need to learn at least three different kinds of braids. We’re already late with the lesson, mate” Maggie joked, closing her eyes as she enjoyed maybe too much the feeling of Michael running his fingers around her head.

She even had to make a really big effort to not moan a bit when Michael kissed her neck and shoulders once he put her hair and what she knew was probably a perfect ponytail. She had to make a big effort to keep it together when she felt his lips right under her ear, speaking so softly that it sent shivers down her back. “Ponytails I can make. Pigtails are the same thing, baby girl”

“Thank you, babe” she smiled as she leaned back and turned to kiss the tip of his nose. “And you’re right, sometimes I forget young Michael used to have a man-bun. When are you gonna let your hair grow again?”

Maggie knew what the question would bring and that was Michael’s frown as she said the word ‘Long hair’. It happened every single time she brought back the subject and at this point, Maggie did it once in a while just to see his confused face, never really understanding why the fuck she wanted him to grow his hair.

“Oh c’mon, not again!”

“C’mon, do it for me! For your Mags! Sweet little Margaret dies to play with that gorgeous long straight hair you used to have. Do it as my wedding gift!”. And as she over-exaggeratedly begged, she moved to sit on his lap, hugging his neck as she gave Michael her best puppy eyes, even when they both knew it was nothing but a joke.  

“Sweet little Maggie can play with the rest of me because the hair ain’t coming back. And I’ve something else in mind as a wedding gift for you, wife”

“Ugh, you’re impossible” Maggie complained, using all her theatre classes to act as overdramatic as possible while rolling her eyes.  

“Oh yeah? And when is pink hair Maggie coming back?” Michael asked, kissing her frown as he stroked her back and legs while he held her.

If Maggie was a pain in the ass always bringing up the long hair card, Michael was as annoying as she was, but with Maggie’s old pink hair. It started one terrible night after dinner with Jas, Daniel, Blake, and Olivia and it was all thanks to Jas that they found out about Maggie’s old look. Their family and friendship were some kind of weird thing when they all knew everything about each other, or at least almost everything. But probably one of the secrets best kept about Maggie was her colorful hair. Not that she was ashamed of it, but years later she just didn’t like how she looked in it. Even when her friends had pictures, she had counted ones of those days. That's the reason why she never mentioned it and why her friends and family who saw her back then never mentioned it, not even to Michael. But one day Jas didn’t think about it and before she realized it she was talking to Olivia about ‘Aunt Mags’ pink hair’, followed by a loud ‘Shit!’. She could never forget the boys’ faces when she said it, but especially Michael’s face. He was surprised but he looked delighted by the idea of Maggie’s hair looking like candy. While Blake and Daniel were asking like two curious boys if there was any proof of it, Michael was begging with his best puppy eyes to see ‘Just one pic’. And like every single time, Maggie couldn’t say no. She had no idea how the fuck to say no to those shiny brown eyes of his, so she asked Jas to look for the pics on her phone to unlock probably the last secret she had been keeping from the three stupid men at the table.  

From that day on, Michael’s comeback from the long hair jokes was the pink hair jokes. Just like Maggie loved how her fiancé looked with long hair, Michael swore that he loved how she looked with pink hair. Maggie had to admit that it made her happy to know Michael thought she looked beyond ‘beautiful, adorable, and sexy as fuck’ when she didn’t like herself at all in those pics. Damn, he was the reason why she was starting to think that maybe she didn’t look that bad back then, to the point that some days even she joked about going back to her old look saying she might go back to it.

She might joke about it some days, but that wasn’t one of those days.

“Never!” she exclaimed, slapping his chest playfully, trying to hide the obvious smile on her face. “I hate you; did you know that?”  

She tried, goddamn she tried, but the second he smiled at her and bumped the tips of their noses together Maggie lost it, smiling like a happy girl as Michael looked straight into her eyes. “No, you don’t. In fact, you love me very much which is pretty cool cause I love you very much too”

“Did I tell you how smart you’re? All that engineering and all those books ended up being good at some point”.

And like every time Maggie brought up his Engineer degree, Michael ended up tickling her sides until there was nothing but happy tears in her eyes and she was a mess of illogical words asking him to please stop because she was too weak to handle all that. And like every time, he would end the sweet little torture with kisses all over her face and neck while his arms squeezed her body against his, hugging her as tightly as possible without breaking her.  

“That’s payback for the jokes” he explained with one last kiss on her lips and a smile that not only lighten up his face but the whole goddamn room and even her heart. “What about you and your sudden overexcitement about Christmas? I know you like it but not this much” he wondered, pointing to the floor covered in decorations.

Michael was right, Maggie liked Christmas, but this year her excitement was definitely something else. This year it was a lot. This year was too many decorations, especially considering they weren’t even gonna spend Christmas there, just the first days of December until they left to go to Perth.

“It's just- it’s the first decent Christmas we have together. 2018 we weren’t together. 2019 we were kind of together but we didn’t spend it together. 2020 was shit cause you couldn’t see your family and then 2021 was shit cause we weren’t together and I was… Y’know” she tried to explain. But even if she tried, she couldn’t find a way to explain the disaster that was the previous year for her. She didn’t even want to explain it, but seeing Michael’s confused face let her know she wasn’t going to have another option. “C’mon, babe. Don’t tell me Danny and Jas didn’t tell you that I spent the night crying”

The smile disappeared from Maggie’s face when could see in his eyes that Michael didn’t know a thing. It broke her heart to see that he had no idea what she was talking about. “Nobody told me anything” Michael stated, looking straight at her as the grip of his hands around her body got tighter.

“I was just heartbroken. When I got your present it just ended up being kind of worse. I read your letter and started to cry like a baby, but I managed to be calm enough to call you. I didn’t want you to see me broken even when I thought you’d figure it out. You were always good at reading me, but I guess I managed to trick you” Maggie whispered, stroking his cheek with her hand as she smiled sadly at the memory. “When we hang up the phone I cried even more. I literally cried myself to sleep that night. Wasn’t pretty. It was really, really hard but it's alright”

“Mags, babe, I had no bloody idea about that night. I’m so so sorry” he apologized. He didn’t need to do it. Damn, the last thing he needed was to be sorry for something that wasn’t even his fault. He didn’t need to say anything because it was in the past and everything was fine now, but even then Maggie could see the guilt in his eyes and how he was thinking that he should have known. She knew he was especially thinking he should have done something.

“It’s alright, sunshine” she insisted, giving him a soft, loving kiss on his lips, hoping that would be enough to make the guilt disappear from his eyes. “I guess nobody told you to not make it worse. I didn’t tell you cause of that reason. We were far away, and I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas. You didn’t deserve a ruined Christmas when you were finally able to be with your family”  

“Hey, you’re my family. You’re my whole fucking world. I’m not gonna say a word about you not saying anything but what I can do is promise that will never happen again. We’re not spending another Christmas apart” Michael affirmed, and she knew that was a promise that he wasn’t going to break. It was a promise that neither of them was going to break ever again.

“I know. None of that sad shit this year” she smiled, stroking his cheek as she smiled sweetly at him. And she was so happy when Michael smiled back at her. She had no idea how a smirk could make her so damn happy, but there she was feeling her heart practically jumping out of happiness and her stomach turning into a mess of butterflies. “Besides hey, it's Oli’s first Christmas and we’re gonna be together in sunny warm Perth, so all good”

“You’re somehow omitting the fact that our families are spending Christmas together for the first time” Michael remember but Maggie didn’t forget about it at all.

She had no idea how it happened. Suddenly they were talking about Christmas plans with Dan and Jas and it was stupid, but the idea of not being able to be with Michael but also not being with her family and especially with Olivia started to be too much. Knowing that she couldn’t divide herself to be with the people she loved was haunting her and clearly, the three mirrors in front of her noticed. It took just one look between Michael, Jas, and Daniel for her fiancé to throw the idea of him spending it with them so he could be with Maggie and Olivia. But then it took another look and a denial from Maggie for Daniel to say ‘Just bring the whole family, mate’. That was the only option to make everyone -especially Maggie- happy, so they all agreed on spending Christmas eve at the farm. It was all fun and games until they realized what it meant to spend Christmas together. It was all fun until they realize their family was going to meet. They knew it was gonna be fine, there was no reason for them to think otherwise but every time they remembered they couldn’t help but think they were just a bit fucked up.

“No, I’m just saying all this to forget about that little detail. It's your parents and my parents finally meeting. I’m fucking terrified” Maggie breathed, resting her head against his shoulder as she looked for his hand to lock their fingers.

“It’s gonna be alright. It's not like you don’t know my sister or the rest of my family. Or like I don’t know your family” he explained, giving him the same argument every single time to make her stay calm. But even with that, she could see how even Michael was scared as hell.

“Yes, but this is not having brunch with your sister or a normal day with my mom and dad. It's our parents and grandparents all together in the same room” Maggie insisted, putting the tips of her ten fingers together in a silly way to show how it was gonna be to have them all together.

But even when they were scared as hell, she could see the little happy grin on Michael’s face as he grabbed her hands with his, kissing the knuckles of her right one. “My Nana and your Mamó together is gonna be fun”

“And our moms together? A mess. All that plus the Ricciardo's, so it's gonna be your mum, my mum, and Grace. Our sisters together. Can we cancel? Runaway somewhere else just you and me” she joked, giving him again her best puppy face.

“No, babe, we can't” Michael laughed, giving her pouty lips a little kiss. And then there was one of her favorite things about Michael: that perfect smile that somehow was saved just for her. It was the smile that he insisted was saved just for her because it would only show up when she was around. The one that would make her melt away and wonder again and again how she was so lucky to be with him. It was the smile that would remind her every single day that she was also lucky as hell because he was in love with her. It was the smile that would their friends joke about the ‘idiot look on his face’ when she was in the same room as him. It was the smile that Maggie always joked saying it was the reason she felt for him all those years ago the night they finally met and that still made her fall in love with him every single day. “Y’know, if twenty years ago someone had told me ‘Hey, that kid with black curls who runs with a helmet on in front of the gym is gonna make you meet the love of your life and end up being your brother-in-law and father of your goddaughter’ I would have laughed my ass off. I wouldn’t have believed it. That kind of shit just happened in movies”

“And here you are” Maggie whispered with a smile on her face as she brought their joined hands to her lips, returning the gesture and kissing his knuckles.  

“And here I am. I wouldn’t have it any other way, to be honest. Christmas mess, fucked up wrists, cat, dog, and all. I’m a very lucky guy” Michael shrugged as if all of that wasn’t big deal.  

“I’m a really lucky girl too, so I wouldn't have it any other way either” Maggie whispered, feeling the knot and the tears coming to her eyes which weren’t nice considering crying wasn’t in her plans that day. But there was no time for tears when they needed to put some order in their home, so she went straight to his lips to give him a couple of kisses, which always helped to put herself back together. “Now help me? Please? It's also our first Christmas tree so just indulge me, please. We do this, we put some order in this mess and then we can snuggle and watch a movie”

“I like how that sounds” he stated against her lips, giving her just another kiss. “Want pizza tonight?”

“Regular pizza or your low-carb fake one?” Maggie asked between closed lids, ready to fight her man if he wanted to make her eat something that wasn’t real pizza.

“Regular extra cheese for the beautiful lady” Michael affirmed, and Maggie wasn’t even surprised because he knew by heart all her orders.

“He knows me so well. What a shitty thing we don’t have a fireplace to cuddle up here”

“We can put one on the tv if you want”

“So we put a blanket on the floor, and have some fun there? Ain’t that too romantic?”

Maggie couldn’t help but laugh, but the look on Michael’s face was enough to let her know part of him wasn’t joking at all. It wouldn’t be the first time they had sex on the floor for some random reason. It wouldn’t be the first time they did it over a blanket either, so the smirk and the raised brow were kind of accurate. “I’m gonna be a cheesy bastard and say everything’s romantic when you’re around, sweetheart”

And it wasn’t enough for the day, there he had to go and melt her heart saying something like that. “Ugh, there he goes and wins the best boyfriend in the world award. Typical Italiano”

“Fiancé, sweetheart. Best fiancé” he corrected her with a smile so big that could light up the whole apartment. Even when they didn’t have a date, even when they had no idea where they were going to get married, and even when Maggie still haven’t started to see dresses, Michael would use every single chance he had to say Maggie was his fiancée. If the man spent three years being proud of saying she was his girlfriend, now he wasn’t going to waste a second or an opportunity saying he was going to marry his girl. "Yes, I love saying it so don’t gimme that look, tiny”

“I know you do” Maggie smiled, giving him one last kiss on his cheek before she got up from his lap even if she wanted to stay there all day. “Alrighty. Wait, how’s that thing you always say? We ain’t here to fuck spiders?”

“You’ve been hanging too much time with my sister, don’t you?” he asked while getting up from the floor and going to the other side of the living room

And of course, he was running away from her, knowing perfectly fine that the best thing to do was stay away from Maggie after such a stupid joke. “I’ve been running behind your ass for three fucking years, and you blame Nadia for me using Aussie expressions? That’s so mean of you!” she exclaimed, grabbing one of the plastic ornaments for the tree and throwing it straight at Michael. She knew it was gonna be useless cause the sportsman grabbed it like nothing, but she needed to try. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass”

“What were you gonna say, sweetheart?” Michael wondered changing the subject and blowing a kiss to her.

“We ain’t here to fuck spiders so let's do this so we can fuck on the floor, but especially so we can eat pizza” she scolded, acting falsely offended as she grabbed a couple of ornaments with her good hand.

But like every time, the fake frown and pout disappeared the second she felt Michael’s arms around her waist.

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Please can we have the aftermath of the fight when Em returns home?!? I can’t wait to see how it plays out

April 2023

The school lessons about what happened during the Blitz made Em think she knew what a bomb dropping would be like. But the day after her wedding the bomb that went off was called Michael Italiano, and she had no idea what she was going to do.

Em knew something was wrong the second she and Charlie walked into the house after grooming the horses. It was still warm out even for April, but the house was silent and one of her boys was missing. She hadn’t even seen Michael leave. It was confirmed when she saw her husband’s dour face. The grin that was on it even as he slept thanks to being able to say he’d married the love of his life was gone. And if that wasn’t enough, it looked like someone had punched Blake in the stomach.

She couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him this worried, but it was months ago. Austin? Maybe? Long before Charlie appeared in his life and changed it for the better. Em could have imagined hundreds of things happening, but she wasn’t prepared to hear what had happened with Michael. Nothing prepared her to hear about how her husband’s best friend from childhood and the man she considered a brother was in love with her. It felt wrong. It was like saying she was in love with Scotty, just completely and totally wrong.

But what shocked her the most was Dan’s retelling of the ridiculous things that Michael had said about Charlie. She was the sweetest woman in the world, who’d accepted Em and all her ridiculousness in the best way. She was scarily intelligent, but above it all she loved Blake unconditionally. Charlie was so in love with Blake that it was hard for even her to explain it. The mini hen party that Charlie and Chloe had held for her involved the three women tipsily talking about how in love they were, Charlie’s “just saying I love him isn’t enough. It’s just not”, and all Em could do was hug her and say she understood. There weren’t enough words in all the languages she spoke to explain how much she loved her Danny, so she understood.

That’s why she couldn’t begin to imagine what Michael was thinking when he said Charlie was a gold digger. Not the woman who was too scared to say hi to Blake because he was sitting with Daniel Ricciardo. Not the girl who became their sister for being there when they were putting themselves together, who’d fallen asleep after midnight on New Years on Grace and Joe’s couch. Who had picked up the pieces of Blake that he couldn’t quite fix and helped put him back together. She made the man who nearly gave all of himself to Dan and Em realise that he deserved all of the happiness and love in the world.

She was their Charlie. The entire Clarke family had opened their arms to them all. Dan’s family adored her. Blake’s family had bought him a flight back to Perth two days early because it was clear he missed her so much. Everyone loved Charlie because she had no airs and graces, she was exactly who she said she was. But Michael didn’t believe and didn’t trust and Em couldn’t understand any of it.

But she didn’t have any time to process it. She couldn’t spend time processing that the feelings she had for him were reciprocated differently, that her brother wasn’t her brother anymore because her family was a mess. Charlie had been ready to walk away in tears. She went from being ready to find Michael and give him a piece of her mind to a mess of tears at Blake’s “I believe you and I love you.”.

They were so new and things were still scary. They were in love but Em knew all too well how difficult the early days of long distance were. They were trying to build solid foundations when everything was still fragile and new. Charlie was in Blake’s lap on the couch sobbing into his arms. The last thing she cared about was his money or the fame or any of the stuff that came with being friends with Dan and Em and loving Blake. She wanted her Blake. All she wanted was to share her life with the man she loved.

It was hard enough for Em to hear Charlie’s tears and watch the way her best friend’s usually straight spine began to sink at what had happened, but Blake was heartbroken. Hearing one of his best tell him that his girlfriend was going to dump him was the last thing he needed. It had taken years for him to find someone who would let him put his walls down and commit to a relationship.

Em knew just how hard it was for him to leave Charlie to travel to commitments - she’d lived it herself. She also knew the constant feeling that you’re punching above your weight with your partner, that some day they’ll realise they deserve more than you. And Charlie had always made sure that he understood that he deserved every single good thing in life. That they deserved to be happy. But suddenly everything was crumbling down and all of the confidence that he worked so hard to build had evaporated.

And then there was her husband. Dan was mad, confused, disappointed, and everything in between. All he did was hold onto his wife tightly, hiding his face into her neck as he calmed down. It was the biggest disappointment of their lives, worse than the last year. All Dan needed to do was to hold his Emmy while she reminded him that she was all his. She was his wife. One day hopefully soon she was going to be the mother of his kids. She was his whole world, his universe and the love of his life and nobody was going to take her away from him. As soon as she saw his wild curls, big brown eyes, and dimpled smile, Em was his. Even before their first tipsy kiss eight months after meeting for the first time.

Em didn’t have the time to process what had happened or to think about it. She couldn’t come to terms with what had happened when three of her favourite people in the world needed her. So instead she took another deep breath, pushed kisses to her husband’s head, and stood up from the couch to start dinner. As she began chopping onions and garlic to fill the house with the scent of slow cooker bolognaise she just hoped that a homemade meal made with love would help to kickstart the healing process for the wounds their former friend had left behind.

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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (Daniel's Version)

A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm so sorry this is a day late! But it was made with lots of love and I hope you all enjoy! There's still so much ahead and I can't wait to share it with you. Ok love you guys and especially @haterpenny.

Warnings: Smut, language!, drama? Fluffy stuff?

Words: 5053

Please read previous parts (Champagne Problems series), all linked HERE.

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Daniel stood alongside the seated engineers in the McLaren garage, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the race intently. He was pretty shaken up from the wreck, but he assured everyone that he felt fine.

Luckily medical discharged him in time for him to catch the last five or so laps of the race. While all eyes were focused on golden boy Norris’ result, he had his fingers crossed that you would walk away with yet another victory. You were head and shoulders ahead of the pack, yet Daniel could tell you were fighting like the mid-field. He watched and wondered if perhaps you were worried about him. He’d heard you speak on the radio, and he knew you well enough to sense the distress in your tone. He wished he could hop on and tell you he was okay, but in all truth- you were bloody quick.

It was quite possibly one of the best races he’d ever seen you drive, technically speaking. Surely you should have been focusing on managing your tyres, but instead, you were pushing, pushing. 

The garage cheered as Norris made an overtake, and Daniel joined in a bit late, his eyes still focused on your Red Bull. He watched until you turned the last corner- your victory assured, before making his way towards the exit. Seeing you win and knowing he couldn’t celebrate with you would have been too much to bear. 

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You took off towards the McLaren garage. 

Of course, it had to be Daniel. 

It always was. You rushed past several confused-looking mechanics and brushed elbows with Michael Italiano who wished you congratulations on your victory. Still, you were barely listening, so focused on finding Daniel and telling him how you felt. You paused for a second and turned back to him, finally undoing your helmet and holding it at your side. 

“Have you seen Daniel?” You asked, brow quirked and chest heaving. 

“I- I think he left. He wasn’t feeling very well.” Michael replied, a bit of confusion behind his gaze. You let out a frustrated groan at the news- you felt like you were going to explode. 

“You okay?” Michael questioned, looking at you as though you may be just a little crazy. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Good, actually.” You answered probably much too quickly for it to sound sincere at all. You were still sweaty and out of breath from the race- you hunched over and did your best to get ahold of yourself. 

“Any chance you could give me a ride to the hotel?” You asked hopefully, shooting him your best pleading smile. Surely he had several questions but he knew better than to ask any. You’d spent quite a bit of time with Michael because of Daniel. You wondered if Daniel had confided in him about your current situation- the way his eyes narrowed at you made you think he had. 

“Please.” You added a forced smile which certainly made you look even crazier. 

“Yeah, of course.” He finally agreed- like the shock of you walking off a podium had worn off. You followed him out of the paddock and towards the driver’s entrance, moving swiftly and without any small talk. He led you to an SUV and you climbed into the passenger's seat, your hands jittering nervously in your lap as he drove. You couldn’t think of anything to say, luckily you were too in your head to notice how awkward it was. After a few moments of silence, Michael finally spoke. 

“He loves you, you know.” You were taken aback. 

“I know.” You replied flatly, your eyes still glued out of your window, too caught up in your own mental dialogue to come up with something better to say.

You kept imagining Daniel opening the door and seeing you there. Would he smile? Would he tell you you were too late? Would he resent you for taking so long to decide? Your mind was running rampant with scenario after scenario, your own perception far too skewed to be able to tell what outcome was the most likely. 

Thankfully, after a few more moments of unsettled quiet, he was pulling into the hotel’s valet lane and you were hopping out. 

“Thank you, Michael. Really.” You told him before shutting the door and he simply nodded in return. 

Then you were weaving through the lobby- you hadn’t thought about just how attention-grabbing it would be for you to just show up in your race suit. You heard a few shouts of your name but offered nothing more than little waves as you dashed for the elevator, aggressively pushing the ‘up’ button until it finally dinged and opened.

The trip up to the 20th floor felt like an absolute eternity, your foot tapping away impatiently as you ascended. The doors opened and you hopped out and began to walk down the hall before breaking into a full sprint.

You didn’t even know why you were running- all you knew was you had been too far from Daniel for too long and you wanted nothing more than to close the distance. 

You stood before room number 2026 and stared for a moment before shaking your nerves out through your hands and knocking. You heard a little commotion in the room and a muffled curse before the door was pulled open. 

There he was. Your Danny, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, a confused look etched across his handsome face. He opened his mouth to speak but you decided to go first. 

“I think I’ve loved you since I first met you.” You blurted out. Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to begin. Daniel’s brows raised at the confession. 

“But I buried it, because I didn’t want to lose you. I thought that if I said how I felt things would get too real- and things were so good, I was afraid to change them.” You continued on, doing your best to read his features, but for once his expression wasn’t giving much away. 

”But then this whole mess happened and fuck- you’re the last thing I think about every night and the first thing I think about every morning. Wherever we are in the world- it doesn’t matter, because when I’m next to you I’m home. And I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry it took me so long to figure it out.” You admitted, feeling overwhelmed at just how much you had locked away.

Suddenly every touch, every kiss, every single moment spent together made sense to you. It wasn’t just because Daniel was your best friend, it was because you were hopelessly, desperately in love with him. You looked up at him with big eyes, your heart thumping away as you waited for him to speak. When had you ever seen Daniel be quiet before? 

Instead of speaking, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and into him, his lips finding yours as they had so many times before. But this time it was different. The passion and love you had for one another finally came to the surface. He shut the door and took your face in his hands and kissed you more deeply and more tenderly than ever before. Your hands slid over his chest and around his waist as you continued to kiss, trying to make yourself as close to him as physically possible. 

Before you knew it Dan was pulling away. 

“I need to know- I want to hear you say it. Are you mine?” Daniel questioned, his eyes searching yours eagerly. 

“Yes, I’m yours. Of course, I’m yours.” You told him truthfully.

Then he was kissing you again, pulling you back into him by your hips. 

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbled, your chest tightening at his words. You had missed him too, so damn much. Trying to distance yourself from him had been so incredibly difficult, but you needed to be sure about your feelings. Now you were more certain than ever, this was where you were meant to be. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You told him, feeling your eyes get a little misty with tears. You felt an immense sense of relief, completely confident in yourself and your decision. 

“Don’t leave again,” He told you, a bit of desperation in his voice. You never expected this kind of vulnerability from Daniel. You reached up and ran your fingers through his curls, his brown eyes locked on yours. 

“No, never again.” You agreed before capturing his lips in another kiss. 

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he got the message, quickly lifting it up and tossing it aside. You wanted to feel him against you, you quickly started undoing your race suit, having almost forgotten you were wearing it. You undid the zipper and he held you steady as you stepped out of it, quickly looking to add your fireproofs to the pile of discarded clothing. Then he was slipping out of his sweatpants, leaving him in just his boxers. You’d almost forgotten how much you loved seeing Daniel like this. Being the only one that could see him totally exposed filled your chest with butterflies. You tugged your sports bra off and then shimmied out of your panties, your eyes still locked on his. 

He grabbed you, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, like he just couldn’t help himself. He kissed your neck, focusing on that spot that always made you moan. He kicked his boxers off and guided you over to the bed, your hand in his. You climbed up towards the pillows and looked back at him, chest heaving with desire. 

Daniel couldn’t help but pause- he needed to remember this moment, the way you looked splayed out and hungry for him, and only him. Your lips were pink and parted, beckoning him to you in a silent plea for more.

“Danny, touch me, please.” You finally sighed, and Daniel thought he had never heard anything as beautiful in his entire life. How could he deny such a request? 

You could see the restraint and you could tell he wanted to make this last. It wasn’t going to be like all of the other lust-filled, desperate times you had been together. This wasn’t about using one another in the selfish pursuit of pleasure, it was about being with one another and solidifying the love that you had both tried so desperately to hide. He stalked towards you and occupied the space between your spread legs, his hand gently caressing your cheek as you put his lips back on yours once more. 

It felt so right, to be back in his embrace, his nose nudging at yours as his kisses deepened. His stubble tickling at your cheeks which would no doubt leave you red and flushed for the rest of the day. You only pulled back to breathe, his eyes searching yours as they said more than you ever could. 

You could feel his arousal prodding between your legs and you wanted nothing more than to feel him sheath himself in you. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, hoping he would take the hint. A small smile spread across his features and he obliged, sliding an arm under the small of your back and pressing himself into you. You moaned as you felt him fill you out, stretching you in the most perfect way, a groan rumbling through his chest at the feeling. 

His thrusts started slow and careful, clearly using every bit of self control he had to keep from using his usual bruising pace. He held you against him as closely as he possibly could, the two of your so tangled up that you hardly knew where you ended and he began. You reached up and ran your fingers over his cheek, his forehead leaning down to rest on yours. You had never been with Daniel so intimately, every kiss, every touch felt like a jolt of electricity pulsing through you. 

“I love you.” He told you, his eyes searching yours as he awaited your reply. 

“I love you. I’ve always loved you.” You answered and he sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hands over the expanse of his toned back, relishing in the way it felt to be totally wrapped up in him. You rolled your hips in time to match his thrusts, his free hand entwining his fingers with yours and pinning it above your head. He sucked at the nape of your neck and along your collar, leaving what would surely be noticeable marks for the next day. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips and enjoyed being so full and feeling so loved. 

“You feel so good, so good for me.” He said, his voice sounding so strained and gorgeous. You moaned at his praise. 

“Are you mine? Come on, tell me. Tell me you’re mine.” He groaned out, the sound of his voice bringing chills to your skin. 

“Yes, Danny. I’m yours, all yours.” You gasped before capturing his lips in another kiss. 

Then he slipped his arm out from around you and managed to sneak his fingers down towards your clit. He worked in small, rapid circles- the way he knew you liked. In a matter of seconds you were nearing your high, thighs quivering through his ministrations. 

“Cum for me, Sugar. Let me feel you let go.” He told you lowly, his cock and fingers along with his voice more than enough to push you over your precipice, high breathy sighs falling from your lips. He talked you through it, singing your praises and littering every inch of you he could reach with kisses. 

Your orgasm came hurtling at you and by the way Dan’s movements stuttered- you could tell he was close too. You let his name fall from your lips over and over like a prayer, your nails scraping down his back- leaving light scratches and goosebumps in their wake. 

“Danny, you feel so good. Always so good to me.” You told him, earning a small nod in reply and a groan from his chest. 

“Cum inside me, Danny.” That was enough for him. Hearing you say his name, the way your pussy clenched in waves of pleasure around him- it was too much to keep himself together anymore. His pace faltered and he finished, spilling himself inside of you with a raspy moan that sent another round of butterflies through you. 

Finally he stilled, and allowed more of his weight to rest on you, his dick still buried deep inside you. Neither of you moved, completely content to stay in such a perfect moment. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he pressed yet another kiss to your lips as he pulled himself out of you and you winced at the loss. Then he plopped down beside you and held you against his chest. You reached up and pushed his curls off of his forehead. You loved the way Daniel looked after sex. His cheeks flushed and pink, his lips swollen and extra enticing. His eyes met yours, a soft smile spreading across his features. 

“I really have missed you. The last few weeks, they’ve been really hard.” He confessed, his tone serious but still soft. You nodded understandingly and continued to fiddle with his hair. 

“It’s been hard for me too. I… I kinda lost it at the party the other night. Lewis found me-”

“Lewis? How did that go?” He questioned, his eyebrow quirked and eyes wide. 

“It was… nice.” You replied simply. 

“I could tell you weren’t okay. But I wanted to try and give you space. I just… lately I haven’t been able to figure out how I fit into your life.” He said carefully. 

“Well in case I haven’t made myself crystal clear- I want you. I love you, Daniel. I want us to be together.” He closed his eyes as if he were letting your words wash over him, a deep exhale once you finished speaking. 

“I love you, too. We’ll do it all, together.” He agreed, his forehead resting against yours. You didn’t know if it was possible for you to feel happier than you did in that moment. Suddenly, he made a face, his brows scrunched up. 

“Did you show up here in your race suit?” He suddenly asked, as though he hadn’t noticed in the first place. You grimaced at the memory- Christian would not be happy- but you weren’t that worried about it. 

“Oh, yeah… uh, I skipped the podium. Michael gave me a ride over.” You told him, forcing a smile that said ‘don’t be mad’. Daniel looked truly shocked and reeled back. 

“What? You- you skipped the podium? Why-”

“I was worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were okay after the crash, and well- it looks like you are.” You said cheekily. 

“Oh my god, okay that’ll be fun for you to explain. You just had to have me right then, huh? Can’t say I blame you.” He replied teasingly, making you roll your eyes at his cockiness. That was more like the Daniel you were used to. 

“Speaking of which, I think you owe me a bottle of champagne and a night on your knees.” You told him, brow raised suggestively. 

“It would be my pleasure.” He assured you, pressing another kiss to your lips. Then he was pulling away and wandering to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and braced yourself for the inevitable flood of notifications. You had missed calls from your publicist, from Christian, even a message from Seb asking you to say hi to Daniel. How the fuck did he know?

You hadn’t really considered what you were going to say had happened. Turns out you didn’t have to come up with something. Your publicist sent you an article that said you rushed off the track due to a family emergency. 

It wasn’t entirely untrue. And you had secured yourself a 20,000 fine from the FIA. Fuck it- for Daniel, it was worth it. You tossed your phone carelessly aside, deciding to worry about damage control later. You didn’t want to ruin the bliss you felt in that moment. 

Then Daniel was reappearing with a warm, damp washcloth which he handed over to you. You accepted it gratefully and cleaned up the mess he had created between your legs. He took it back and tossed it into the sink before crawling back into bed beside you. 

“So I’ve got to ask… is this- are we-” Daniel asked awkwardly, gesturing between the pair of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he needed everything spelled out for him. 

“Yes, Danny. You’re my boyfriend, I’m your girlfriend. That’s what you want, right?” You asked, a little bit of doubt starting to creep in as you spoke, as though he hadn’t made his feelings for you abundantly clear. 

“That’s what I want.” He agreed and you couldn’t seem to get the smile off of your face. 

“So, do you want to go public?” Oh shit. You hadn’t thought that far ahead. 

“Um. I- I don’t know.” Was that the wrong answer? Your wrapped your arms around your knees and looked up at him, your mind racing to come up with something else to say. Literally anything else to say. You couldn’t think of anything else. 

“I need to speak to Carlos first.” You finally said. Perfect. Daniel’s expression fell, but he gave a knowing nod. 

“Yeah, of course.” He agreed. 

“How about Monaco?” You asked hopefully. It seemed like a safe bet. The news would likely be a big deal in the F1 world and being on your home turf may make it a little more tolerable. You hated to admit that the years of speculation surrounding the two of you would finally be confirmed.

Still, that gave you Barcelona to pretend things were normal before you chose to publicly decree your love for one another. The thought alone put a lump in your throat. 

“Or we don’t go public and we tell people to fuck off.” He suggested, along with a shrug. You pursed your lips and considered it. 

“Well we’ve got a few weeks before Monaco. Let’s just… think about it.” You reasonsed, hoping that your multiple declarations of love would be enough to make him feel confident in your commitment to him. 

“As long as you come home to me, I’m happy.” He told you, as though he always knew the right thing to say. 

The two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, watching movies, ordering room service and hiding from the world. You tried to forget about your responsibilities and most of all- the conversation you would have to have with Carlos.

You shot him a text and asked if he was okay after the crash. He assured you he was fine and said that he hoped whatever came up with your family would work out okay. You tried to ignore the little pang of guilt that you felt in your chest.

You knew that you had made the right decision. Carlos was a wonderful man and deserved someone that would devote themselves to him one-hundred percent. Not a woman who was in denial about being in love with her best friend. 

You glanced over at Daniel and felt your chest swell with affection. You knew you had made the right choice. He had been by your side for almost three years, and that was exactly where you planned on keeping him. You curled up against his side and decided to enjoy the little bubble that you were living in for the moment. 

The next morning you awoke with Daniel beside you, and a smile spread across your lips. You leaned over and kissed him, even though he was still deep asleep. You just couldn’t seem to help it. It was like you had been holding back for so long and you hadn’t even realized it and now all of that emotion was finally bubbling to the surface. You didn’t have to pretend your eyes didn’t linger on him, or that you didn’t want to touch him. You could be honest with him and with yourself. 

You kissed him until his tired eyes were blinking open, his lips spreading into a goofy grin that you had seen at least a thousand times before. Still, something about it felt new and made your heart flutter. 

“Good morning,” Dan said in a raspy voice, a sleepy smile on his face.  

“Good morning.” You replied, propping yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and then wrapped his arms around you and held you closely against him. 

The pair of you stayed snuggled up for like that for about twenty minutes or so before you decided to give in and begin your day. Your flight back to Monaco left later that evening and you had to pack and hopefully get in at least one trip to the beach before you left. 

You rolled aside and grabbed your phone, your brow furrowing as you saw that you had three missed calls from Carlos. That was unexpected. You unlocked your phone and scrolled through the messages he had sent you as well. 

Carlos: Have you been online?

Carlos: I don’t know how they got that picture. 

Carlos: Are you okay? Should I come over?

You couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about. And then you saw a text from Marsali- she sent you a link. You furrowed your brow and clicked on it- it was from one of those gossip columns that you found your name in far too often. 

Carlos Sainz Jr and Daniel Ricciardo in Trouble? The woman dominating F1 on and off the grid.

Your stomach dropped. There it was, a photo of you and Carlos, soaked to the bone, holding each other and kissing passionately beneath the awning at the club. Then there was one of you and Dan at the club after your win a few weeks ago. The dancing was certainly more than just friendly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How the hell would this look to Daniel? Worse yet, how could you move forward with announcing your relationship when photos like that were plastered all over the internet? This was exactly what you had been afraid of. 

“Hey- what’s going on?” Dan asked, noting the way you had frozen, your phone still clutched in your right hand. 

“Um. Th-there’s some articles out.” You replied, finally breaking your gaze away from your screen to meet his eyes. He could tell there was something wrong immediately, your face looking more pale than usual. You turned your phone screen to face him, the right words alluding you completely. He quirked his brow and took it from you, his eyes quickly scanning and then widening. 

“Oh. Well that… complicates things.” He said simply, his manner still rather calm. You didn’t expect a jealous outburst or anything like that, but you didn’t expect him to be so composed. You reached for your phone back and realized that your hands were shaking and that suffocating feeling was returning to your chest. You plopped yourself down on the bed and stared aimlessly ahead, unsure of what to say. Daniel noticed and dropped to his knees, his hand carefully resting on your own.

“Hey, hey. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” He said soothingly, sincerity and concern stretched across his handsome face.

“It’s not fine, Daniel. It’s not fucking fine. This is why we’ve been so careful for years, this is why I’m a fucking joke in this sport.” You said angrily, frustration bubbling up inside of you. Of course you weren’t angry at Dan, you were angry at the media and the abundance of criticism that followed your every move. He nodded understandingly and reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“Are you mad?” You asked with big eyes, welling up with tears. He gave you a big smile in reply, like there was absolutely nothing wrong. He knew the only thing you needed from him was his support. 

“Mad? No, I’m not. I’m mad for you. But we weren’t together. You were pretty up front about everything.” He told you and you sighed a breath of relief at that. 

“I need to go see Carlos. I need to tell him what’s happening and we have to come up with a way to fix this.” You said as you stood and made your way over to his luggage, rummaging through for a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants you could borrow. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” He offered, but he was pretty certain he already knew your answer. You shook your head. 

“No, but thank you. I’ll meet you back here- in an hour or two?” You suggested hopefully. He agreed with a nod. 

“Listen, it will be okay. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone. Okay?” He tilted your chin upwards, forcing your gaze to meet his. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” You responded, although you weren’t fully convinced. He kissed you sweetly before pulling you into a hug. 

“Why don’t you leave your room key and I’ll pack your stuff for you?” Daniel asked, knowing that perhaps the one thing that would make you feel better would be not having to pack. 

“Ugh, I love you.” You replied, digging through your pocket before handing the card off to him. 

“I love you too,” He chuckled and gave you a quick hug and you were on your way. 

You were jittery as you headed down to the lobby, dreading the conversation that you had to have with Carlos. He had been amazing the last few weeks, so kind and patient, attentive and considerate. Maybe in another world, where things were different, you would have made a good couple. 

Without Carlos, maybe you never would have been able to admit your true feelings for Dan. You would be eternally grateful for the wake up call he gave you. 

The elevator doors opened and you were immediately swarmed by fans and the media. It was worse than you had seen all season. You kept your head down and pushed towards the doors, trying to ignore the smattering of questions being thrown your way. 

“Are you and Carlos Sainz dating?”

“How does he feel about your friendship with Daniel Ricciardo?” 

“What happened at the race yesterday?” 

You were completely overwhelmed and probably looked like a deer in headlights. You hadn’t anticipated a swarm of people to be waiting for you, or you likely wouldn’t have left at all. 

You clambered out the front door and waited while the valet rushed to pull your car around. Hotel security did their best to keep the small mob back, and fortunately the valet was back with your Honda in record time. You climbed inside and peeled out of the driveway, hoping by the time you returned they would all be long gone. 

You drove the few blocks over to the hotel Ferrari was occupying, and thankfully there was much less chaos awaiting. You snuck through the entryway with your head down, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Then you were pacing in the elevator, doing your best to come up with what to say. All too soon, it was stopping on his floor and you were wandering out when you caught sight of his room. 

You took a deep breath and knocked. Carlos appeared rather quickly, his eyes full of concern when he saw you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the door before anyone could get a chance to see you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

“I’ve been better.” You replied honestly. 

“Is your family okay?” He questioned and your face managed to fall even further somehow. He let go of your hand. 

“It wasn’t your family, was it?” He was able to read you like a book. You made a mental note to practice less telling facial expressions. 

“Uh-” Before you could come up with something to say, a weak smile spread its way over his lips. A smile of defeat. 

“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” 

Let’s get this over with. 

Read Carlos’ version here.

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[fourmula1]

summer of cum day 15: (imagined) cuckholding

yuki tsunoda/michael italiano. 560 words.

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“Do you think about it?” Michael asks as he drags his big hand slow, slow, slow up the length of Yuki’s dick. His hand is so big it’s… he almost encompasses all of Yuki’s dick when he wraps his fingers around him like this.

“Nnngh,” Yuki groans out, petulant and squirmy and whiney like he always gets when Michael drags it out like this.

“Do you like to imagine it?” Michael presses on as he teases his thumb over the tip of Yuki’s dick, pressing against the slit a little before stroking his hand back down.

“No!” Yuki whimpers and Michael watches him bite his lip, watches him look up at Michael with the saddest, sweetest puppy-dog eyes he can muster. Michael knows Yuki has thought about it. They’ve talked about it.

“You don’t think about me touching Daniel like this?” Michael asks him with a smirk, his other hand pressing at Yuki’s thick inner thigh to spread his legs wider. “You don’t think about if I made him come like this, all those years?”

Michael didn’t. It was never like that between him and Daniel. But Yuki had been on edge and lashing out, angsty, brattier than usual until Michael worked it out of him.

Yuki was jealous. Worried. Afraid.

Scared that Michael would leap on the chance to go back to working with Daniel, leave Yuki high and dry and alone the rest of the season. As if this year hadn’t been enough loss for Yuki. Pierre. Noel. Nyck, even if Nyck hadn’t been very friendly with him. It’d been a lot of Yuki to adjust to these last few months and Michael had become the new constant, new normal, new safe place. Big and strong, funny, sexy. Michael knew Yuki had taken a liking to him quickly and the changes for both of them were a perfect breeding ground for. For whatever this was. They were doing.

“You didn’t!” Yuki cries, hips bucking up off the bed into Michael’s hands as Michael squeezed gently around his dick to hold him off. Yuki knows Michael didn’t, but that’s not what this is about.

“Maybe I did,” Michael says, starting to stroke him off a little faster now, knowing Yuki is close. “Maybe I held him down and made him come for me. Maybe I let him suck my dick. Maybe I fucked him in his driver’s room,” Michael continues and it’s… it’s a little. He shouldn’t be saying these kinds of things about Daniel because they’re strictly friends and he never had a single sexy thought about Daniel in all their lives.

But it gets Yuki riled up and it’s fucking hot.

“Nooo,” Yuki shudders, hips stuttering a little as he rocks up. Michael knows he’s close. Knows all his tells. “Fuck,” He gasps, and Michael knows it’s over.

Yuki bucks his hips and comes hard, shuddering on the bed and rocking his hips into Michae’s hand as he works him through it. Michael swipes his thumb over the sensitive tip of Yuki’s dick and grins down at him.

“I only make you come like this,” Michael says, knows that even though Yuki gets a little riled up and hot over his own jealousy, he likes to be affirmed in reality, too. It’s a fantasy, nothing more.

“Only me,” Yuki pants, pretty blush dusting his cheeks. Only him.

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[yesterdayiwrote]

Red Bull and AlphaTauri/Toro Rosso tend to provide trainers/other personnel.

Seb Vettel was v good at stealing them. His trainer Antti Kontsas worked with Seb Buemi and JEV before starting with Vettel in 2014 and then going with him to Ferrari and Aston. Same with Britta, joined Red Bull from Renault in 2005, started working with Seb in 2010 and has been with him ever since.

But it's not the norm. Pyry Salmela was Daniil Kvyat's trainer, then Pierre's, now Nyck's. Noel Carroll, Yuki's current trainer (although I would be interested to see if he is leaving) was Daniil Kvyat's trainer when he came back and Pyry was with Pierre. Its all very corporate

Yeah, it’s interesting. I knew Seb had stolen Britta to go everywhere with him and I haven’t seen that with media people with any other drivers yet (except Alex hired Jacques from RB to work with him personally), but on the whole most trainers seem to go where the driver goes regardless?

I mean Michael Italiano went to Renault and then McLaren with Daniel so it’s interesting that he’s now posted he works for AT while Daniel is signed to RB, especially as it had been rumoured he’d be working with Jack Doohan still who is in the Alpine academy?

I genuinely don’t know who pays for the trainer, whether it’s driver or team.

Alex’s trainer Patrick moved with him from RB to Williams and I’m assuming he’s staying now Alex is dropping his RB affiliation? Carlos’ trainer moved from McLaren to Ferrari with him … like I’m not sure exactly if it’s just the driver requesting the specific trainer be hired with them or if they come as a package deal. I’ve never really delved too much into it!

It is very corporate like you say but equally some of them have very close friendships that go beyond work and they’re part of their ‘inner circle’ instead. Lewis/Angela, Daniel/Michael… I know George has worked with Aleix since forever as well and he moved in with George’s parents during lockdown as well 😂

I’m sure I read somewhere Noel was going elsewhere and wouldn’t be working with Yuki anymore but I now can’t find it and I’m wondering if I was imagining it, but yeah, there seems to be an unusual influx of changes this year. I guess it’s tied to the fact we’re going to have 4 new drivers on the grid but I can’t say I’ve noticed them doing musical chairs like this before!!

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Move (M.I.)

A knee sprain. By the most shameful way: not watching the last step of the stairs while filming the drivers during their suit up for the race. Everyone in the garage saw how she injured herself, how my camera fell to the ground and she started to cry of pain. They had to take her to the medical center in the paddock.

A really shameful way of getting an injury, with many people around witnessing that.

So when she had to go to rehabilitation, he just came to the office and offered to be her personal trainer.

"Michael, really. You have work to do with Daniel. You don't have to help me" She said to him sighing, biting her lip. "I can work with both of you. Daniel knows what he has to do, and while he does his exercises I can work with you. Come on, Tamara! Tomorrow bring comfy clothes"

And that's what she did. The next day he asked her, Tamara went to the MTC with a long skirt so he could help her easily. What she didn't think was that he was going to actually massage the knee. Touching her.

"Tam, really? With comfy clothes I was talking about sports clothes!" Michaels giggled when he saw her walking to the gym. "Oh" she mumbled blushing. "Sorry". "Don't worry, but next time bring joggers, silly"

So that was how days were. Tamara going to the gym of the MTC during free time. Daniel doing workouts while Michael helped her with recovery, giving massages and helping to walk, holding her close.

And as cliche as it sounds, she started to develop feelings for him. Romantic feelings.

The way he smiled at her when she did something the right way, or how he grabbed her hand while helping her walk made the butterflies of Tamara’s stomach go crazy, really crazy. And it didn’t help having Daniel around, always making jokes about them.

“Hey, lovebirds! Who wants a water bottle?. “Hey, yo! Michael, I just finished! Hello? Looking deep into her eyes made you deaf? Damn!”

Always like that. Saying comments like that when she was there. But what she didn’t know is that everytime he made those things, Michael blushed, bite his lip and after watching hedr walking out of the gym he would hit Daniel’s nape, mumbling that he should stop stupid things like that.

“Mate. You like her. Why the hell you don’t make a move?” Daniel asked him, rubbing his arm after Michael hitted him. “Because she’s a coworker!”. “And? I don’t see the problem dude. Really. If you like her, tell her before I do. And I’m sure she won’t like it if I tell her instead of you” Daniel said, drinking his water. “Don’t you dare” Michael said groaning, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. “You know I’m capable of doing that”.

The next race week, when she was a little better and could walk around the paddock, she was hanging out with Daniel while they recorded things for the new Unboxed vlog, with him eating his lunch and explaining what he was eating.

“Oh, here comes my dear Michael” Daniel said calling his coach, smirking at him and then at Tamara. “Okay, I’m coming soo, I have to change clothes to do the workouts” Daniel said looking at the camera and stood up from the chair and walked away, hitting Michael’s back.

Michael looked at Tamara, rubbing the back of his neck as he saw how she turned off the camera.

“So… I guess your knee is better. right?” Michael asked her, mentally facepalming himself. “Oh? Yeah, it is… at least now I can walk properly!” she sighed, squeezing her knee. “You did an amazing job, Michael, really. Thank you” he looked at her with a shy smile on his lips and trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was wondering if-”. “Tam! We need you at the garage! Hendrik wants to record the pit practice!” Charlotte called her and she looked with a smile at Michael. “Work calls. Want to talk later?” she asked him and he nodded. “Y-yeah, I mean. We can go get a coffee, if you want” he mumbled, looking at her. “Yeah, that sounds lovely”.

He watched her walking away while she cursed herself about what she just said. The entire day they were working, and Michael somehow tried to avoid being in the same room as Daniel and her, or tried to make Daniel stay away from her, because he knows what Daniel can do if he knows that he hasn't confessed his feelings yet. So what Michael did was wait until the working day at the motorhome ended and waited for her in the door of the building.

“Tamara, wait!” Michael called her and she stopped walking, turning around tired. “I thought you were avoiding me today” she sighed, looking at him while crossing her arms in front of her chest. “What? No! I just… okay yes, I was avoiding you” he said and she groaned walking away. “Wait!” he ran to her and stopped her from walking away. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to dinner with me, alone” he asked her, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh! Of course” she said smiling and he sighed with relief. “I know a place near the hotel, let’s go”.

Tamara came to the track with the car she rented and Michael came with Daniel, so the solution was going on Tamra’s car. He guided her to the place, and once she parked the car they walked inside the place. The soft music inside made her smile and sigh. Sitting on the chair of the table the waitress gestured for them to go. They had a nice dinner, talking about their own things and joking around.

“I wanted to tell you something” Michale said, clearing his throat. It’s or never. “I… like you. And I know I should feel like this because well, we are coworkers, and it is not too professional to have feelings with someone you work with. And Daniel was being a pain in the ass because he knows and he insest me of telling you…”. He stopped talking when he heard her giggling. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked, confused. “I like you too, Michael” she said smiling, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “You do?”. “Yeah”

The next day Daniel knew. He saw them together, talking peacefully while she recorded him doing exercises, but this time he didn’t say anything. They didn’t need their comments anymore.

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