#zak brown when i get my hands on you
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Find Your Way Home
Daniel Ricciardo x Engineer!Fem!Reader
Warnings: the curse that is mclaren racing, < mclaren/zak slander, the highs and lows of Danny's career, monaco 2016, horner warning lmao, a few bitter words, angst, unspoken feelings, sadness, 2022 silly season and a few swear words.
Word Count: 4.6k
Author's Note: after plotting this, i realized that The Red String Of Me And You follows a similar timeline but this one is more detailed and sooo much sexier of me so enjoy it :)
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RedBull Racing - 2014; Montreal, Canada.
Under-qualified crossed your mind every time you got into your chair on the pit wall.
You had recently graduated and you were lucky enough to snag a job with Red Bull Racing. You were told it would be a job at the factory, that you would be handling the reviews from the races from an engineering point of view.
Now you were sitting on the pit wall in Montreal, your driver in your ear. "Are we set?" His voice came through.
Your eyes scanned over the screens, pressing the button. "We're all set, Daniel."
Daniel was gunning for his first race win and you've been hoping and praying every weekend that he'd win. It was your first time as a race engineer and you were starting to think you two hadn't fully clicked yet, hence why you've yet to get a win.
He starts in P6 and his teammate Sebastian, was in P3 this weekend. There's a lot of pressure when your teammate is a 4 time world champion and you're sure Daniel felt it, especially on weekends like this.
You sat patiently, buzzing into him once more before they started the countdown. "Be safe."
"Safe is my middle name, y/n."
"Whatever you say, Joseph." The use of his actual middle name earned you a laugh. The radio falls silent; three, two, one, lights out.
It's a gruesome 70 laps, there's overtaking left and right, Daniel fights his way up to P3 and you're praying he can do what he does best. You watch as the laps count down towards the final one.
67, 68, 69, and into the final corner. The navy car crossed the line and it takes you a second to catch yourself. Christian squeezes your arm from next to you, a massive grin on his face when you register what just happened.
"YOU DID IT!!" You shouted into the radio, Daniel's laughter and hollering filled your ears and your heart with love and happiness, "we did it!" he shouts, correcting you.
Everyone's running, you're following the mechanics to under the podium, all of you squished up against the fence like sardines as the navy team awaited their two drivers.
Daniel had won, followed by Nico in P2 for Mercedes and Sebastian in P3 for RedBull.
Seb runs over to his half of the garage, there's a sea of navy and everyone is mixed up together but when Daniel gets out of his car, he's looking for one person and one person only. He spots you, a big smile on your face and even though he knows you'd never admit it, there are tears in your eyes.
The driver jumps straight into your arms, putting all of his weight on you and the fence. A few of the mechanics squeeze into the hug, holding Daniel so he doesn't crush you.
Your hands cup his face, well what would be his face under the helmet. His visor is lifted, brown eyes meet yours; the crinkles by his eyes signalling to the massive smile under the helmet.
"We fucking did it!" His shout comes out muffled.
You smile, nodding. Daniel is standing again, still holding onto you. He leans into you, arms wrapped around you with his face buried in your shoulder. You kiss the side of his helmet, hand reaching down to rub the top of his back. You internally gag at the dampness that meets your hand but that was the least of your concerns.
Daniel just won his first race.
Proud was an understatement.
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RedBull Racing - 2016; Monte Carlo, Monaco.
He could taste the victory.
The win was reaching out to him, the finish line on the tips of his fingers and he could feel it slipping away from him.
"Pit now," you called to him, Daniel was confused by your sudden decision. "Tyres are good, y/n."
"Team decision, please pull into the pit lane."
Daniel groans letting you know he'll be there in a few seconds.
You saw when he pulled into the pits, watching as the mechanics scrabbled to get the tyres ready in time. They had Daniel sitting there, his position falling with each wasted second.
"What the fuck!" His radio was still on, you weren't even sure what you could tell him in that moment to make him feel better. He pulls out with a sense of speed you'd never seen before. He finds himself racing to beat Lewis coming out of the pit lane but the Mercedes turns into the corner before he gets the chance too, overtaking him.
"Why did we pit?" He asks you, you pretend not to hear him as you look over at Christian. The older man gives you a look, urging you to answer the driver.
Daniel calls your name once again, his voice making you want to cry; all of the horrible emotions mixed in with the guilt of the horrible pit stop made you sick.
You finally answer; "team decision."
He scoffs, it's like you can feel the tension over the radio, see the way his hands tighten around the steering wheel as he goes into the tunnel. "Bullshit, y/n."
"I'm sorry Dan-" "Stop, nothing you could say will make this better."
And with that, the radio fell silent. The nauseous feeling builds with each passing second, your leg shaking and your eyes staying fixed to the screen until Daniel crosses the finish line in P2.
It was better than nothing but you knew he could have won the race, you knew he would blame the team, blame the crew, blame you for this loss.
Christian squeezes your shoulder as he gets up, a smile on his face - his quiet way of telling you good job. He knows how difficult drivers can be, especially when things like this happen. The race engineers are the first to take the blame, you called him into the pit so you'd take the brunt of the anger.
You nod, hearing Daniel's voice over the radio, "place?"
"P2. Well done, Daniel."
"Okay."
Daniel stood next to Lewis, Checo on the other side of the Mercedes driver. It was quiet as you watched Daniel shake the champagne bottle, spraying over his fellow drivers. He had a smile on his face but you knew he wasn't happy. You knew him like the back of your hand and once again, the nauseous feeling creeped up the back of your throat, the feeling strangling the life out of you with each passing second. You had to go, you couldn't stand there and watch him like that, knowing you were the one he was blaming.
And that he did; not in so many words but the bitterness in his voice and way he spoke was enough to tell you he did not want to be there.
The interview replayed in the debrief that afternoon, the press officers wanting to go over something he had said.
"It hurts, this one hurts a lot. More than any other."
His words hurt you.
You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, let alone be in the same room as him. There was a sense of despair, you couldn't shake it.
It wasn't until you were about to leave that you found yourself turning back, walking in the direction of his driver's room. You stopped outside the door; D. Ricciardo, 3 - with an Australian flag beside it. As you were about to knock, Michael opens the door, a bit shocked to see you.
"Is he in there?" You asked quietly and he nodded, stepping aside to let you in. Michael shuts the door on his way out, leaving the two of you alone.
Daniel's yet to turn around or yet to realize you were there. "I'm sorry," you speak, your quiet voice startling him. "I'm not sure what went wrong."
"Everything did."
"It wasn't my decision."
"You're my engineer; when I'm out there, it's me and you. It was your decision, y/n. Only yours."
"I'm sorry, Daniel. I really am."
"Nothing you can say will fix it, and I know you're sorry but right now, I don't want your sorry."
You nod, taking a step back. "Then what can I say? Or do?"
"You can leave," his arms fold over his chest. "Because if you stay, I might say some things I can't take back. I know we aren't cool right now but I don't want to hurt you, y/n."
"You already have," you give him a tight lipped smile, the sadness clear across your face. "Goodnight Daniel."
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RedBull Racing - 2018; Monte Carlo, Monaco.
It was off to a good start, Daniel had managed to give it his all and snag pole position on Saturday. He was in a good mood, there's a smile on his face and the sun was shining down on Monaco which was a nice change from the rain that was setting up in the morning.
The cars on the grid, the drivers counting down the seconds to lights out. You buzz into him, waiting to hear the little click. Daniel's breathing comes through from his side.
“50% done, remember?” You tell him.
“50% done.” He says, the radio goes quiet as he waits for lights out.
Daniel drove amazingly, despite the issues the car was giving him. He finds himself aggravated half way through the race, the car giving out on him and losing power; thus losing hope in himself. The win was slipping through his fingers all over again with each passing corner and turn.
The weight was lifted off his shoulders when you watched him cross the finish line as the winner.
"P1 baby!!!!" You shout into the radio, Daniel's hollering fills the line and a big smile on both of your faces. "We fucking did it!!" He laughed, driving his cool down lap.
You were by the fence, watching as he climbed onto the halo of his car. Daniel's hand in a fist, placed on his chest as the team cheered. You're sure you've got the goofiest grin on your face, squished between Christian and Adrian.
Much like he did after his first race win, he makes a beeline straight for you, his arms open as he jumps into yours. Once again, you find yourself struggling to hold the man up but you try your best, arms wrapped around him.
Daniel's squished against you, your hands on his helmet, holding where his jaw would be. "Got that other 50%."
"Redemption day baby!" He shouts, giving you one last squeeze.
The rest of the afternoon was like heaven on earth; the smell of champagne, RedBull and chlorine covered everyone, you all watched as Daniel dived into the pool of the energy station.
"Come on!" He shouts to you but you shake your head, "I'm not getting in there."
Daniel pulls himself out of the pool, running over to you. "Dan, no." Your finger stuck out to warn him, the man comes closer. "Stop it," you get up, about to run away. He grabs you before you get the chance to run away, his arms wrapped tightly around you before he jumps into the pool.
"Daniel!" You scream when you get back up to the surface, "oh my god!" You laughed, your hand passed over your face to wipe away the water. He laughs, swimming - more like blobbing his way over to you, his race suit was weighing him down.
He grabs your arm, pulling you to him. The team photographer takes a photo of the two of you; arms wrapped around each other, covered in disgusting pool water with the world's biggest million watt smiles on your face.
You smile at the man next to you, "I'm so proud of you."
"I'm proud of you," he smiles, hugging you once more. "I couldn't have done it without you."
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RedBull Racing - 2018; Abu Dhabi.
The announcement over the summer break threw everyone for a loop.
Breaking News: Daniel Ricciardo set to join Renault Racing for the 2019 season.
You weren't sure how to handle it or what prompted it.
Well that's not entirely true; after Monaco, things went downhill fast. There was bad result after bad result and it was weighing heavily on him.
When he returned from the summer break, you didn't say anything to him about the departure from the team. You knew he must have thought about it, you don't just up and leave a team just like that. It was a hard decision for him to make.
The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel worse.
It was his last day, the race was over and Daniel had made his rounds to say goodbye to everyone. You had been busy when he made his way around the garage and hospitality but you felt like a general goodbye wasn't enough for the man who you have spent almost every day with for the last 4 years of your life.
You knocked on the door of his driver's room, Michael smiles when he opens the door. "Come in, y/n."
Daniel turns when he hears your name. "I uh, I forgot something in the garage, I'll be back." Micheal says, announcing that he's leaving so you'd get a moment of privacy.
The two of you were quiet, looking at each other for a moment before you spoke.
You break the silence. “So this is it?”
“Yeah.” He nods, shifting from one foot to the other. You hum, lips pressed together as you look around. You'd never seen the room so empty. “Do you really have to go ?”
Daniel smiles, “afraid so, bags are packed.”
“You could always unpack.”
He smiled, his heart aching at the sight of you. You reached out, your hand placed on his warm cheek. “But you’ll come back, right?”
A sad smile on his face, bringing his own hand up to rest on yours. “In another life, maybe.”
“You promise?” You stuck your pinky out towards him.
He nods, interlocking his pinky with yours like you were children. “I promise.”
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Renault Racing - 2020; Imola, Italy.
The rain poured down, the night sky as dark as it could possibly get as you pulled your hood over your head; the race hadn't gone as well as you'd like but you were no longer needed for the night, on your way back to your hotel for some sleep and then home before you head off to Turkey.
You could barely see where you were going let alone hear anything over the rain. The sudden shelter over you caused you to look up; an umbrella, a black and yellow one to be precise.
The man next to you smiles when you turn to see who was next to you. "Hello stranger," he grinned, the big smile on his face.
"Hello Daniel," you smiled.
The two of you hadn't spoken much since he left RedBull, it was a hi and a hello here and there in passing but you've yet to have a proper conversation. Frankly, you aren't sure what to say without it being awkward.
"Need a ride?" He asks, his arm over your shoulder to pull you away from the rain. "If it's not too much trouble." You pull the hood off of your head, flattening a few fly aways.
Daniel leads you towards the parking lot, holding the umbrella over your head until you get into the car. The man backed out of the parking spot, the sound of the rain on the windshield filled the silence, you translated the road signs in your head as he passed them by.
"You looked good up there today," you say quietly, Daniel glanced at you when he came to a stop. "You were always suited for the podium."
"Top step though," he smiles and you nod in agreement. "I'm sorry.. about the race. Sucks for Max and Alex."
You shrugged; A DNF for Max and P15 for Alex, so all in all, a shit weekend. "That's racing, what can you do?"
"The good and the bad." He pulls off when the light turns green. "You know how it is," you smiled, picking at the chipped nail polish on your index finger.
"Daniel, can I ask you something?"
"Oh full name, you've got me shakin' in my boots, y/n; but yes you can."
You shift in the leather seat, smooth and expensive and suddenly you're aware of how wet your hoodie is. The question you wanted to ask slips away momentarily as you think of how much this must be damaging the seat.
"Y/n," he calls out to you, glancing over to make sure you were alright after you had gone quiet. "What did you want to ask me?"
"Why are you running, Daniel ?"
The question catches him off guard, the car comes to a stop as he pulls into the parking lot of your hotel. His jaw hung open a bit as if he was unsure how to answer you; which he was. You watched as he blinked, trying to gather the thoughts in his head into a cohesive sentence.
"I'm not."
You can't help but chuckle; those who are running never seem to realize that they are, in fact, running.
"You are. You have a habit of doing that, Daniel."
You reach over, your hand rests atop of his; Daniel's skin is warm in comparison to yours that's still ice cold from the rain. His free hand moves, his index finger tracing up and down your hands, from your knuckles down to your wrist; another habit of his. He would distract himself during boring debriefs, his fingers pinching at yours under the table.
He's quiet, still unsure how to answer the statement that he knows in his heart was true. His fingers wandering over your hand, the raised skin by your thumb felt out a pattern identical to his; a rose in the same spot only slightly smaller in size.
Daniel had talked you into it. Another habit of his, getting you to do things you'd never do otherwise.
You were scared, you thought it would hurt but somehow he managed to talk you into it. There you were in his hotel room, Daniel's hand in your free one as you two got matching tattoos.
It felt like a million years ago - so much has changed since then.
You speak again, breaking the silence. "I hope you find what you're looking for at McLaren. You deserve some peace, Dan. You and I both know it."
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McLaren Racing - 2021; Monza, Italy.
Back where he belongs.
A hell of a drive, something only Daniel could have pulled off after the horrendous start that was McLaren. You knew it was the car, not him; if anyone asked you, the car was always at fault. Daniel was one of the most talented drivers you had ever come across and had the pleasure of working with. You'd tell anyone who asked, anyone who'd listen to you.
It was a lacklustre weekend for the team; Checo was in P5 and Max had a DNF after an accident with Lewis, which caused both drivers to lose out on points that were needed for the championship.
Despite RedBull not having a driver on the podium, you and a few of the mechanics that used to work on Daniel's side of the garage went to watch the podium to cheer him on.
You watched as he and Lando did a shoey, your face twisting into disgust much like the younger McLaren driver. Valtteri watched in a bit of confusion and disgust, shaking his head as he took a swing of champagne from the bottle like a normal person.
The champagne bottle in one hand and the other on the railing as he climbed up. Daniel shouts, a big grin on his face as he lifts the bottle above his head. Everyone cheers for him, clapping and shouting for the winner. You were needed back in the garage for a meeting so you couldn't stick around long but you made sure to text Daniel.
To Daniel Ricciardo: Congrats winner! Back on the top step.
You got caught up in the meetings, back to back that felt never ending. Eventually you have a chance to check your phone but when you feel your pocket, it's not there.
You must have put it down somewhere. You find yourself retracing your steps, asking each person you saw as you passed by.
"Y/n!" GP calls for you, getting your attention. "Looking for this?" He holds up a phone with a navy blue case, your initials inscribed in gold on the bottom.
You let out a breath, "how'd you know?"
He hands the phone over to you, shrugging. "You know I always know." You roll your eyes at your co-worker's theatrics and thank him for your phone before walking off. You see you've missed a few messages so you scroll through. One in particular catches your eye.
From Daniel Ricciardo: Thanks boss lady! Congrats to you too, you helped make me the man I am today.
The message pulled on your heart strings; it was true. You and Daniel were so young when you got paired up together. You learnt a lot about life and yourselves, how to be a good person and what you wanted from life, and most importantly, how to get it.
You grew up together and Daniel would always hold a special place in your heart.
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McLaren Racing - 2022; Spa-Francorchamps, Belgium.
You couldn't believe it.
After everything he's done for the team, he'd hurt him like that. What could you expect from a team when their CEO was a walking snake?
It was a chain reaction.
Sebastian had thrown everyone for a loop in Hungary, announcing that he would be retiring at the end of the 2022 season. That left Aston looking for a replacement that came from Fernando. There was an opening at Alpine now which they just assumed they'd fill with their reserve driver, Oscar.
Safe to say Oscar wasn't a fan of that plan, actually he wasn't even aware of that plan.
While all of this was going on, Daniel had publicly committed to McLaren for the next season and McLaren was giving away his seat to different drivers behind his back, including none other than Alpine's reserve driver, Oscar.
Eventually it did come out that Daniel would be leaving McLaren at the end of the 2022 season to no fault of his own.
Returning from the summer break, everyone is left to face the music; particularly Daniel.
His music shuts off when he pulls the key from the ignition. You had forgotten your pass in the car, walking all the way back to the parking lot to get it.
"Morning, y/n!" Daniel grins, stepping out of the car.
You smiled at him, knowing you can't show the anger you were feeling to that wretched team he has to work with for the rest of the season. "Morning, Danny. How are you?"
He laughs.
The question feels so stupid, he feels so stupid. Obviously there's the obvious, he's angry, upset, sad, mad; at who was the question. There's so many thoughts in his head, he isn't sure how to answer your question.
"Daniel, c'mon. Seriously. "
"I'll be okay, y/n. Life works in weird ways."
A huff slips past your lips, arms folded across your chest much like a disapproving mother. "Life working in weird ways is finding something you thought you lost years ago, not you getting sold out of your seat without your knowledge."
He gives you a sad smile, nodding in agreement. "I know."
You can't help but reach out, a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be okay."
"I always am, aren't I?"
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Red Bull Racing - 2022; Abu Dhabi.
Headphones covered your ears, legs folded under you as you went over the last set of race footage.
You hadn't heard the door open, your eyes glued to the screen only looking away to scribbling something down on the page next to your laptop.
You barely get a second to look back before someone's hands over your eyes, startling you. Instinctively, you brought your own hands up, grabbing the person. The raised skin along the wrist and the arms was enough to signal who it was but the smell of his cologne filled the room. You let go of his arms, pulling the headphones off your ears.
Daniel smiles, his hands on your shoulders before you stand up and turn to face him. “Miss me, miss me, now you gotta-“
“Gotta what, Dan?”
“Kiss me,” he says, his signature cheeky grin on his face. You can’t help but smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You smooth the wrinkles on his navy blue shirt, admiring him in the colours that meant home to him, to you.
Your hands held his face, “you came back.”
“Pinky promises are sacred.”
“That they are.”
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Scuderia AlphaTauri - 2023; Spa-Francorchamps, Belgium.
He's back on the grid, his focus was on racing.
Daniel's excited to be back, it felt good to be back. Racing wasn't a burden anymore. Yuki was happy to have him, his new teammate welcoming him with a smile and a hug as did the rest of the Alpha Tauri team before he made his way to his driver's room.
The door was unlocked, left ajar slightly. Daniel just assumed the team was doing a last check, making sure things were in order.
He wasn't expecting a person to be in there. He found a woman, her back turned to him as she scribbled down something on the board.
He knows that handwriting from anywhere. The words let's fucking go written in all caps in bright blue.
"Hello," he calls, you turn with the marker still in hand. "Hello," you smiled.
Daniel can't help but laugh, "what are you doing here? Come to welcome me back ?"
"Something like that."
At that moment, Daniel noticed you weren't wearing your usual navy blue uniform. Today was different; a different logo, a different cut.
"What are you wearing? Why are you wearing that?" He points to the Alpha Tauri logo on your shirt.
Your brows furrow, a bit confused by his reaction. You thought he'd be happy to see you. "Do you not need a race engineer or.. you're just gonna wing it? Maybe you could borrow Michael to do it?"
"Don't be a smart ass," he rolled his eyes, dropping his bags as he walked over to you. "Thank you," he whispers, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
You pat his back, trying to wiggle away from him. "No need to thank me, we have a lot of work to do."
"I've barely been here for 5 minutes and you're already hassling me."
"Someone's gotta do it," you smiled, leaving him there to settle in.
It wasn't until it was time for practice that you saw the man again, you're across from him on the pit wall, looking over the stats before you hear the radio buzz.
“We all set?” He asks.
You look over the screens. “All set. Be safe.”
“Safe is my middle name, Y/n.” The words remind you of the path you walked along many many years ago.
You smiled, waving to him as he pulled out of the garage. “Whatever you say, Joseph.”
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i can see you
Pairing: Lando Norris x Assistant!Reader
TW: suggestive content
A/N: this is based on my favorite song from Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) so in honor of that, here’s my first Lando fic 🧡
ALSO CONGRATS TO LANDO ON P2 TODAY AT THE BRITISH GP. SO PROUD
also i highly recommend listening to the song as you read for the full experience
You were leaning against a wall in the hallway of McLaren Headquarters, waiting for Lando to come out of his meeting with Zak Brown. You were his assistant & lifelong best friend, hired as the former just after he signed with McLaren all those years ago.
You were there when times got tough and in the happiest moments of his life. After spending so much time with him, you’d gotten comfortable with his presence, maybe a little bit too comfortable.
You’d always known that Lando was handsome, everyone and their mother knew it. Over time you had developed a small crush on him, and by some miracle, you were able to push those feelings aside out of respect for both your job & his, but not for long.
Recently, those feelings became more powerful. More overwhelming. They were so strong that you often felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach while you were with him.
And not the cute & dainty butterfly-like feeling. More along the lines of… you wanted him, and you wanted him bad.
You were pulled from thoughts as you heard a door open. Your head turned in the direction of the sound and you saw Lando exiting the conference room. God, he looked so good. You watched as he brushed past you, a small smile on his face as his eyes met yours.
That damn smile of his nearly melted you at the sight. The look he gave you confirmed the rumors that had been circulating. Rumor was that Lando had a crush on you, but never acted on it because of both your & his jobs, and he didn’t want to get either of you in trouble.
Just after he had passed you, you heard him mutter something and turn back to you. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the hall to the nearest empty office.
Once inside, he locked the door and pushed you against the wall. He placed both hands on the sides of your face and pulled you in for a deep & passionate kiss.
His lips remained on yours while he removed his hands from your face to take his coat off. He threw it aimlessly on the floor, not caring if it got dirty. You were more important.
“Y/n” He moaned against your lips before pulling away to look you in the eyes.
“I want this. I want you, Lando” You whispered before pressing your lips back onto his. You felt his hands on your shoulders, gently tugging at the strap of your bra that was ever-so-slightly visible through your top.
Then you felt sudden tapping on your shoulder.
“Y/n”
You immediately came back to reality. You were back in the hallway, leaning against the wall like you were before
“You okay? You were kind of in Lala Land for a second” He giggled and you swore your heart nearly popped out of your chest.
“Please don’t tell me I said any of that out loud” You said, noticing his hand was still resting on your shoulder. Your cheeks began to burn and you never wanted to curl up and hide more in your life.
“It depends… what were you talking about?” He pulled his hand away from your shoulder, his face now turning a deeper shade of red than Rudolph’s nose.
“Nothing, just… daydreaming” You presented a fake smile and he looked at you suspiciously.
“I don’t believe you, but let’s go. We’ve got to get ready for the Grid Dinner” He held his arm out for you to lace yours through, which you graciously accepted and walked out of the building to his McLaren Senna.
~ a few hours later ~
You were finishing up your hair when you heard a knock at your front door. You spritzed the last of your hairspray before setting the can down and running across your flat to get to the door.
Upon opening the door, you were met with Lando in a suit, someone you’d seen a few times within your life, but seeing him in a suit now felt different.
You tried hard to keep any & all ideas of what you’d like to do with him in the back of your mind. His jaw dropped at the sight of you, dressed in a beautiful black gown, perfect for the theme of the dinner tonight. He was at a loss for words.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” You teased and you noticed how Lando turned a light shade of pink at your words.
“I… uhm… You look stunning, love” He finally managed to get out.
“Thank you, Lan. You don’t look too bad yourself”
“Shall we get going?” He asked as he held his hand out for you, his gentlemanly way of guiding you to his car. You obviously took his hand and you were on your way.
The car ride was rather silent. A thick tension filled the air, a very thick sexual tension that had not been acknowledged by either parties, despite yours in the back of your mind.
Upon arriving at the dinner, you and Lando were escorted to a private dining area, reserved for rather large gatherings such as the Grid Dinner.
You saw Kika talking to Carmen and immediately made your way to talk to them while Lando spoke to the rest of his mates.
“You look beautiful, Y/n” Carmen gasped as she brought you in for a hug.
“You might actually be the best dressed here” Kika added.
“Girls stopppp. Have you seen yourselves? You’re both literal perfection” You always blushed at compliments, but Kika’s next words turned you from pink to red… tomato red.
“Lando’s one lucky man”
“Oh me & Lando aren’t-” You tried to add but we’re cut off
“Don’t even start. We all see that there’s something there. Maybe not officially, but there’s definitely a connection between the two of you”
“Oh what’s that, Oscar? You need help with your tie? On my way!” You exclaimed as you held a half to your ear, pretending to be mid-conversation with Oscar as a way to excuse yourself from the conversation Kika & Carmen were about to have with you.
~ later on ~
You had gotten to your designated seat as you waited for the dinner to commence. Lando was say next to you, with Carlos, Charles, Pierre, Kika, George & Carmen sat around the rest of the table.
You all indulged in conversation when you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Lando’s hand rested there. Your gaze followed up to his face, seeing him in the middle of a slightly heated discussion with Carlos about the pronunciation of Mariah Carey.
You looked back down at his hand as saw that he was holding a small piece of paper in his palm. You grabbed it from him and slowly opened it underneath the table.
“Meet me near the bathrooms in 10
- LN”
You folded the note back up and put it in your small clutch.
Ten minutes later, you excused yourself from the table and went to the bathroom. You waited there for approximately 5 minutes before Lando finally came over.
“Sorry for being a bit late, love. Had to come up with an excuse to come back here” He was slightly out of breath from practically running back here to meet with you.
“What was the note for?” You asked as you attempted to keep your balance. The heels you had chosen were not made for standing for extended amounts of time.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, completely ignoring your question. You nodded and just as you opened your mouth to speak, Lando pressed his lips to yours, one hand holding your face and the other on your hip.
He was able to gently kick the bathroom door open and guided you inside. He pulled away to lock the door, and just as he turned back around, you smashed your lips onto his, reciprocating his sudden action from earlier.
You’d wanted this for so long, and you were finally getting it. But how could you be so sure that it was real? You thought it was real earlier, but it wasn’t; it was all in your head.
“Lando wait” You pulled yourself off of him, a look of confusion on his face.
“I’m not just imagining this, right?”
“No, Y/n, this is very real. I heard what you said back the headquarters when you were daydreaming. Now tell me, what were you thinking about?”
“You…”
“I’m gonna need more than that, love”
“Us hiding in an empty room while we kiss…”
“Do you think about that often?” He asked, his voice more serious than you’d ever heard it before.
“You won't believe half the things I see inside my head that involve you & I. Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened… yet”
“I’m making it my personal goal to make your dreams a reality” He muttered as he pulls you back in for another kiss.
“Then let’s start now”
“Not now, love. I want to take my time with you”
“if you only knew, that I can see you”
for all the delusion people (me)
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𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
ʚ lando norris x female reader
ʚ you’d never miss Lando’s home grand prix, not even for some silly meetings, only your boyfriend doesn’t know that…yet
ʚ fluff, cute lando you know the deal
ʚ not requested i just felt like attempting to write for lando, i know my writing isn’t the best and this is really bad:( but i just i really feel like shit for not updating as much, i promise i’m trying🩷
Silverstone, a race Lando called his own, the craziness of the fans mixed with the adrenaline in the paddock, it was one of his favourites: only this year he’d be without you…or so he thought. For weeks now you were planning a surprise visit to the grand prix, originally meetings had your schedule packed through the race week and weekend, but by some miracle, you’d managed to get out of them. In all honesty you would have attempted to get to Silverstone even if you’d had the meetings still.
There was a palpable excitement in your body as you scanned into the paddock, courteously of Oscar and Lily for helping you set this surprise up. Lando was finishing up media duties and would be in the lounge eating lunch with some of the team, so you knew you had a good 20 minutes to find him.
“Hey Y/N!”
You smiled waving to Zak Brown, who’d spotted you just before you headed into hospitality.
“Hey Zak! Lando upstairs?”
He nodded
“Yeah, they all just sat down for lunch, Oscar filled me in, don’t worry I won’t spoil anything”
You laughed, thanking him before quickly making your way up the stairs, butterflies swirling around, you’d been missing Lando a lot recently, so this visit wasn’t only going to be good for him, it would be good for you too. It wasn’t hard to find him, his curls sticking out as he laughed along with his team
“Am I interrupting?”
A silence fell over the room as everyone turned to gauge the British drivers reaction, at first he just stared, trying to figure out if you were really there, then the biggest smile spread across his face as he jumped up and came over to you
“What the fuck?”
“Surprise Lan!!”
Lando didn’t waste anytime bringing you into his arms, a few whistles from his team as he placed a kiss on your lips, pulling away after just enough to look at you
“When did you get here?!”
Smiling you brushed a curl that had fallen against his forehead
“Just now, Oscar and Lily helped me pull this off”
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
Pulling him back in for a hug, you held him close, there was no place else in the world that felt like home as much as being in Lando’s arms did, he was home.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you too..”
Lando pulled you with him to sit down, his hand holding onto yours tightly, not wanting to let go as you both caught up, talked about the upcoming race and anything else that was on your minds. Going into this weekend Lando already knew he was going to give it his all, but seeing you was the extra push he’d need to go out there and leave it all on the track.
No matter what place he’d finish, you would always be proud of him.
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Teammates Roommate… (OP)
summary: as max and landos roommate, you hear a lot about formula 1, but you usually stay out of the heated conversations. but when lando and max start posting you online, tagging you, landos teammate, oscar piastri, is interested in you.
pairing: fem!reader x oscar piastri, fem!reader x platonic grid
fc: kurodahana on insta
warnings: i’m pretty sure none, i cant remember if there’s cussing or not lol
type: smau + dialogue
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tagged: landonorris, pietra.pilao, and y/n.user
maxfewtrell: roommate reveal on the second slide 😛💅
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pietra.pilao: my fav gal <3
↳ y/n.user: pietraaa <3
lnfournation: WOAH SHES SO PRETTY
mclaren481edits: omg girl crushhhh
f1updates: THE INSTA DROP
landonorris: not the side eye, y/n🙄
↳ y/n.user: wtv
user7: she has a public insta?? HELLO
danielricciardo: y/nnnnnnnn🤠
↳ y/n.user: danielllllllllll🤠
bigricenergy: y/n and dan besties?
user1: pietra and max are so cuteeeee
f1fp16: she’s so pretty ohmygosh
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y/n.user: first day at the mclaren paddock tomorrow, kinda nervous
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oscarpiastri: so excited to meet you!
↳ y/n.user: yayaya!! me too :)
f1updates: she’s literally so gorgeous, how did she wind up living with those two😭
↳ y/n.user: LMAO PLS. first, tysm. and i grew up with max and lando! so we j all kinda decided when we were older to live together
user3: awwwhaha the pic of missing max, you found him!
papayafam814: girllll we are so excited to see you in the paddock!!!
maxfewtrell: i love that second photo!
↳ landonorris: prove it. make it ur lock screen
↳ pietra.pilao: no. im his lock screen
↳ landonorris: 🙄
piasss81: ooo oscar and y/n content!! i’m excited
user8: pretty girl omg
francisca.cgomes: omg our sushi date was so fun🥹 we need to do it again soon!
↳ y/n.user: i’ll see you tomorrow, babe😋 we can get lunch?
↳ pierregasly: no?? you’re gonna steal my gf from me?!
↳ y/n.user: so? kika?
↳ francisca.cgomes: yesss let’s get food😛 pierre we can get dinner
↳ pierregasly: wow thanks
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When Oscar met Y/n, the only thoughts in his mind were how funny she was, how everyone in the paddock loved her, and how beautiful she was. He wasn’t sure if he was experiencing a crush or a heart attack with the way his heart was beating out of his chest when he asked for her number.
Y/n gladly gave him her number, knowing she would probably be hanging out with him again soon. Lando had invited Oscar to stay with them during break, which was right after this race.
Of course Oscar was excited to hangout with Lando and Max, and he knew Carlos, Pierre, and Charles would probably come over at some point as well. But he usually kept to himself, something Y/n seemed to do, but not with her friends. She easily got along with the paddock, though. Joking with Oscar and Landos engineers, getting food with Oscar, Lando, Max, and being joined by Zak Brown.
Oscar didn’t expect Lando to barge into his drivers room after Qualifying though. He had just sat down and was drinking his water when Lando opened the door, where he could see Max and Y/n walk by, probably to the cafe.
“So…when are you going to ask her out?” Lando asked, after he had closed Oscars door and stood infront of him.
“Who?…” Oscar picked at his fingernails, even though he knew exactly who Lando was talking about. “Y/n, you muppet. When are you gonna ask her out?”
“I don’t think I will, Lando. She doesn’t even know me.” he brushed his hands through his hands, making eye contact with Lando.
“Maybe. But if you ask her out, then you guys can get to know each other. Come on, mate. She’s been single for two years now, all of her past boyfriends were dicks to her, and you’re a good bloak. Max and I approve.”
Oscars head snapped at Lando, “You guys approve, do you? Have you guys been talking about this?”
“A bit. Listen, get changed. Put a nice shirt on and meet us in the cafe. Max and Y/n are already ready. Us four are going to get dinner. Hurry up.” Lando said, leaving before Oscar could even reply.
Surprised, and a little excited, Oscar got changed and met you guys in the cafe. He saw you, sitting next to Max and Lando as Max called Pietra, and Lando scrolled through Instagram. You made eye contact with Oscar, getting up and waving him over as Lando noticed, smirking at Oscar.
“Hey, Oscar! You ready to go?” you bit your lip, just out of pure habit? making Oscar look and nod, “Yeah. Are we gonna meet there..?”
“Oh, about that, mate. Can you take Y/n and I’ll take Max? Just easier transportation that way.” Lando said, smirking again so Y/n couldn’t see, but Oscar could see perfectly.
Y/n smiled at Oscar, unaware of Landos planning. Y/n did find Oscar cute, maybe that wasn’t a good idea to tell Pietra. She swore she wouldn’t tell her boyfriend, but the thought of her best friend with a good guy and happy, she couldn’t resist telling her boyfriend when he asked, having his own suspicions when he caught Y/n watching Oscars race pov one sunday.
She wanted to get to know Oscar better, as he did her. “Yeah, that’s fine. You wanna just send me the address?” Oscar asked, pulling his phone out for when Lando sent it.
“Mate, we are just gonna go to our house. Y/n obviously knows the address. We’re gonna watch 22 Jump Street and order Chinese takeout.” Lando got up with Max and said their byes to Y/n. Max making kiss faces behind Y/n and Lando winking.
“Ready?” Y/n asked, grabbing her bag. “Yeah…” The two of them left the paddock together, occasionally getting stopped by fans for pictures, and Netflix to film Oscar leaving after Qualifying.
As they got to Oscars car, he opened the passenger door for her, closing it when she got in. He threw his bag in the backseat, and started the car up. “You wanna put your bag in the backseat?” Oscar asked, reversing out of his spot. “Hm? Oh, sure.” She placed it on the floor in the back and he played some music, light conversation about her school floating around.
“Wait, so you’re studying art history then?” Oscar asked her as he drove to her house.
“Mhm. It’s actually really interesting.” Y/n looked at Oscar, making quick eye contact as he nodded and looked back to the road.
“Do you like it? You seem more like you’re into the history aspect than the art.”
“How did you know that?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I saw you earlier on your laptop looking at an article.” Oscar shrugged.
“I do enjoy the art aspect though! I don’t know what I’m going to do with my degree but, I enjoy it. Its better than accounting.” Y/n sighed as Oscar laughed a bit, “Not a math fan, I take it?”
“I’m horrible.” she deadpanned, making Oscar laugh more, her joining in. The rest of the ride was filled with general conversation. Not much needed to be said between them. They had a mutual love for quite, and they didn’t find it uncomfortable. If anything, it was comforting. The slight music in the back, the only other noise being his car.
When they got to the house, Lando and Max were unpacking the food, as Y/n had texted hers and Oscars order in the car. Glances between the two were common throughout dinner, back and forth, and flirting done by Oscar.
Annoyed by the lack of flirting by Y/n, Lando grabbed Max and dragged him out of the room, leaving the two introverts alone.
“They aren’t going to talk if we aren’t there, mate. Y/n is too shy.” Max said, cracking his neck as Lando glared at him. “They’ll talk. They have to. Did you see the way Y/n stared at him as he unwrapped chopsticks?? My god, she’s so touch deprived. I’m rooting for them.”
“Yeah, I know. Hopefully Oscar speaks up, cause Y/n could go days without talking.” Max spoke, looking at Lando as he had his ear against the bedroom door and heard talking, “Mate! Oscars talking to her- oh wait! I heard her too!”
“You’re being a little creepy….move over.” Lando scoffed at Maxs comment, scooting over to Max could listen as well.
Out in the living room, Oscar had turned the tv down so he could talk to Y/n. They ended up having a long conversation, during which he asked her on a date, which caused her mouth to open a bit, nod, and say yes. “I’d love to, Oscar.” Which caused him to smile at his spring roll.
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y/n.user: sunday? no. race day. monday? no. date day.
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landonorris: LFG. THE SHIP HAS SAILED
↳ maxfewtrell: calm down, mate (i’m ecstatic)
user3: lando and max are the captains of this ship fr
oscarpiastri: my gorgeous girl 💓
↳ y/n.user: pretty boy💓🫠
ferrarifriends: the second picture?!🥹
↳ mclarenfp814: so cuteeeee
pietra.pilao: ugh. picture perfect couple
↳ maxfewtrell: and us??
↳ pietra.pilao: calm down, babe
papayapage1: oscar is so bf in these pics
y/ns.fp.official: UGH SHES SO PHOTOGENIC
lilymhe: my girl crush fr
↳ alex_albon: 🤨
↳ lilymhe: i said GIRL crush. you’re the loml, it’s different
↳ alex_albon: ❤️
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y/n.user: osc after getting p3 and me and kika on another dinner date while our bfs train🥱
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user7: being the best wags really does take it out of them. justice for all wags! we love
oscarpiastri: we’re so cute ☺️
↳ y/n.user: ik☺️
f1wags: a couple i would die for
papayabros: taylor swift coded?
↳ yourbsf: mitski coded.
↳ y/n.user: MITSKI😫🫠💓
user5: ummmm, don’t know if i wanna be y/n, or be WITH y/n
↳ user9: the second one
mawfewtrell: CUTE COUPLE ALERT 🚨
↳ landonorris: WEEWOO WEEWOO
f1updates: adorbs adorbs adorbs
y/nandoscarfp: my otp fr
francisca.cgomes: we do take the best pics of each other fr
↳ y/n.user: we really do
oscylan814: papaya boy #81 is taken ladies :’)
↳ oscarsedit8fp: okay buttttt she’s so cute and funny and nice so i’m good with it
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oscarpiastri: nyc dates and subway pics <3
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y/n.user: photographer oscar is here <3
↳ oscarpiastri: im only your photographer tho
↳ y/n.user: i’m not paying you tho
↳ oscarpiastri: pay me with kisses
↳ y/n.user: on it!!
redbullfp1: might be my new fav couple…
brasilll4ever: guys i saw them kiss at the brazil gp and they were so cuteee
f1wags: omggg ours favs ☺️
user8: ugh the way he posts her is too cute
papayabroskis: papaya gf!!!!
↳ mclaren814bae: i love papaya gf!!!!
landonorris: the way me, max, pietra, arthur, and charles were also with them in nyc but they wont post us?!
↳ arthur_leclerc: we don’t mean anything to them😔
↳ maxfewtrell: it’s so rude
f1updates: we all know that if pietra was there, then everyone else was third wheeling y/n and pietra
↳ pietra.pialo: so true 💋
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Grand Prix Winner
Lando Norris x wife!reader
Word count: 1k
Warnings: none I don’t think
Summary: landos wife and daughter experience his first win with him in Miami alongside and their 2 best friends Rochelle and Max.
A/N: don’t come at me for erasing Pietra, I love her but it made more sense to have Rochelle instead of Pietra
❗️semi proofread❗️
Y/N stood in the bustling McLaren garage alongside her long time best friend and McLaren social media manager, Rochelle, and Rochelle’s boyfriend Max Fewtrell, they all stood staring up at the tv screen in the garage, suited with a pair of headphones on their heads listening in on the team radio for Y/N’s husband, Lando. Holding Y/N’s hand was her and Lando’s 2 year old daughter, Amelia, her brown curly locks bouncing as she bounced in excitement seeing her father currently in P1 on lap 40, Y/N beside them biting her nails, praying that Max wouldn’t close the almost 3 second gap between him and Lando and overtake him.
‘Come on mate! Keep up the pace!’ Y/N heard Max exclaim from beside her, she gave the curly haired boy a quick glance before her Y/E/C eyes focused back on the screen displaying the race.
‘dada winner?’ Amelia asked curiously looking up between her mum and Rochelle her godmother ‘almost sweetheart, he’s almost done it’ Rochelle replied to the 2 year old, the blonde woman picked Amelia up and rested her on her hip so she had a better view of the tv.
*little time skip to end of race*
‘Norris trumps Verstappen and wins a Grand Prix for the first time in his career!’ The entire garage erupted into cheers and celebration at the words spoken and the crew members running out to the pit lane ready to congratulate Lando, Max and Rochelle included, Y/N stayed behind for the safety of Amelia. The two girls had their own little celebration for their favourite man. Tears streamed down Y/N’s face in happiness and the toddler in her arms squeezed her mothers cheeks and yelled ‘DADDY WIN!!’ ‘Yeah baby! Daddy won! Should we go find him?’ The little girl nodded her head vigorously and Y/N chuckled at her, she removed her headphones and made her way out to the pit lane with Amelia on her hip. She spotted Lando and Zak coming out of a hug and Lando made his way to Andrea, him and the older man opened their arms wide and smiled as they embraced eachother.
Zak made his way over to Y/N. ‘Hey you two. Has he seen you yet?’ The man asked as he gently grabbed Amelia’s hand, cheering gently with her as smiles stretched across both of their faces. ‘Not yet, didn’t want Amelia to get overwhelmed or anything with a-‘ she got cut off with an ear piercing screech of ‘DADDYY!!!’ leaving the 2 year olds mouth as she squirmed in the grown woman’s arms, itching to go hug her father.
Lando heard the scream and looked in the direction, his eyes locked with the eyes that he fell in love with 2 years ago, the same blue shade as his own, he sprinted over to his little girl and his wife, immediately throwing his arms around his favourite girls in the world.
‘Hi my girls’ he softly muttered, voice slightly wavery from all the emotion he felt. He looked at Y/N with the same fondness in his eyes as when they first met 5 years ago. ‘You did it my love! I’m so proud of you!’ Y/N grinned at him, he returned the smile immediately. Amelia patted Lando’s cheek and gave him a gappy smile and stretched in her mother’s arms wanting to be held by the curly haired male, Y/N passed her over to him and he immediately took her in his arms and gave his daughter a big hug ‘well done dada I proud’ Amelia spoke in her 2 year old babble, Lando became even more emotional if that was possible as he replied to the toddler ‘thank you my baby that means so much to me.’ Y/N joined the two and smiled with her husband and daughter. From afar, Rochelle caught the whole moment between the little family.
Rochelle was off taking photos for the team social media and Max made his way to his best friends and goddaughter, he took Amelia in his arms to allow Y/N and Lando to have a moment alone before he had to leave to stand on the top step of the podium. Lando silently thanked Max. As soon as Amelia was out of his arms, he immediately wrapped Y/N in a hug, nestling his nose in the crook of her neck. ‘I actually did it baby! I can’t believe it!’ He muttered, voice cracking slightly and muffled by her neck. She lifted his head and cupped his cheeks ‘yes you did Lan. I’m so so proud of you, you have no idea’ she replied, just as emotional as her husband, she stood on her tip toes and kissed him, Lando swiftly reciprocated the kiss as the couple smiled into the kiss. As they left the kiss, Lando rested his forehead against her forehead ‘I couldn’t have done it without my good luck charms here, my girls, cheering me on’ he whispered to his wife. He gave Y/N a final quick kiss on the lips before leaving to go to the podium.
*time skip to podium*
Y/N watched in anticipation as Charles and Max made their way over to their respective steps on the podium. Y/N cheered alongside the rest of the McLaren team as Lando skipped out and stood on the top step, she felt tears coming to her eyes which Rochelle noticed her tears ‘they better be happy tears missy’ the slightly older girl laughed ‘no I’m sad because max didn’t win, of course they’re happy tears you muppet’ Y/N replied as she laughed along with her, Amelia giggling at her mum and godmother.
Y/N looked up at her husband on the top step of the podium as he threw his head back as he took in the cheers of his name and the sound of the British national anthem, she looked at him with the proudest smile on her face, he was finally on the top step where he belongs, she thought to herself.
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Y/USER: Lando Nowins? Who’s he?🤭 YOU DID IT!! I’m so proud of you my love! A long time coming and you finally achieved your dream of being a Grand Prix winner! Me and Amelia are so so proud of you!🧡🧡🧡
P.S thank you Rochelle for capturing the picture of me Lan and Amelia, we love you😘and enjoy Lando stealing my phone in the last slide😂
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landonorris: couldn’t of done it without my lucky charms by my side! Thank you so much darling! I love you and Amelia so much🧡also the last photo is the best sweetheart😌
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mclaren: our winner!! Well done Lando🧡
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maxfewtrell: never a doubt, so proud brother landonorris🧡
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rochelleelizabethrose: congrats Lando! So so proud of you🧡and you’re welcome babes! Gotta capture the cute moments😘
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masonmount: congrats brother👏🏻
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oscarpiastri: well done man👏👏👏
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ameliadimz: yay!❤️ chicken shop charm worked once again 😉😂
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i just need you to know that all of these ~water adventure oscar~ photos have me thirsting for a salt skin part 2. maybe he and lando decide to take to the sea ? i don’t know. i’m just spit balling. and this is ZERO pressure! i just wanted you to know im thinking of you and your boys! (plus my fave photo from the set!!)
this photo was intense immediate salt skin vibes for me! the concerned look on his face, the clutching hand on the towel, the person captivating him off camera.
i haven't done much meta around them because that fic still feels a bit sacred - i wrote it all in one sitting, more or less, and felt a bit like i'd been drowned in the ocean/dehydrated on a rock when i finally stood up off the sofa.
i've always thought that afterwards, lando would become oscar's very curious, slightly violent wag, flitting all ethereal around the paddock charming people then threatening to rip their throats out if they so much as hinted a threat at oscar. everyone would know there was something weird about him, they could just never really guess what. except for maybe zak brown lol still don't ask me what i was getting at with that weird hint of a side plot.
anyway here's a little 900 word snapshot of their morning before this picture would have been taken in the saltskin universe!
tw for them being bloodthirsty sirens and also displaying slightly coercive behaviour!!!
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“Are you going to put SPF on?”
Oscar hangs back against the bathroom door, rubbing a stubborn patch of lotion into the dry skin at the side of his nose. On the floor, Lando is rooting under the bed for something, his naked arse pointing Oscar’s direction. It still gets him, even now, how weirdly Lando moves his human body, whipping around slightly too fast, fixing Oscar with a stare that’s a little ethereal.
“I’m a merman, Oscar. I don’t need frickin’ SPF.”
”Were.” Oscar emphasises with his hands, chucking the tube onto the floor next to Lando. He flinches from it like Oscar’s thrown a grenade, or a fishing line. “You were a merman, and now you’re not, so…”
He points out the window to the baking hot sun. It’s a free weekend in Monaco, time to take the boat out into the furthest reaches of the bay so Lando can dive under the water for longer than it should be possible to hold his breath.
“SPF.”
Lando grimaces, poking at the tube with his foot, trying to roll it under the bed to its final resting place next to whatever he’d been looking for. He treats the underneath of the bed like a cave, hoarding things there. It’s fine, and Oscar doesn’t mind, until it’s something important, like his passport, or the car keys.
”Lando, don’t make me do it.”
Oscar turns back to the bathroom mirror, sighing when he realises he’s still got a glob of white on his nose. He pauses, listening for the squelch of cream on soft skin, but it doesn’t come.
”Lando,” he starts, and he hears a groan as his voice curls out of the bathroom, tantalisingly soft as it creeps away from him. Oscar has learnt how to control it, how to target the power towards a person, or an object. It’s not the only reason there’s trophies on his shelves and a different coloured team wear in his wardrobe, but it’s one of the biggest. “Put on the sunscreen.”
He hears the cap pop, the heavy weight of Lando’s footsteps as he comes closer, standing naked in the doorway squirting it on his chest. It’d be hot, if it weren’t for the scowl.
”I hate you,” Lando spits, tongue more pointed than usual, the tops of his ears going red like they want to spike, fighting the siren rage.
Maybe it’s hot because of the scowl.
Oscar only smiles, wrapping an arm around his stomach and holding him against the door frame, fingers working some of the cream into the scarred skin that used to be gills, shiny silvery purple like stretch marks. When he comes to a stop, he looks at his hand, pale against the tan of Lando’s skin. Ever since he came out of the ocean, he’s had webbing at the base of his fingers. Not enough to be noticeable unless you really look. Take it in alongside his slightly lighter eyes, and his sharper fingernails. Surface changes to the eye, but rooted far deeper than that, somewhere in Oscar’s DNA.
”No, you don’t,” Oscar whispers, and he doesn’t need to use his powers for this, needs nothing more than the press of his lips against the side of Lando’s face, where he’s finally starting to grow something that looks like facial hair. “You love me.”
Lando squirms, but Oscar has the upper hand. More strength in his thighs, more defined muscles in his chest. He’s not fighting a monster now. He is one.
”Don’t.”
Oscar smiles, twisting Lando so their faces are pressed so close he can smell the salt on Lando’s breath. Strong like he’s been swilling sea water, even after he’s brushed his teeth.
”You do, you love me,” Oscar insists, and Lando shakes his head. Oscar rests his fingers along Lando’s scars again, scraping the pointy bits of his nails along the soft, new skin until Lando shivers, whimpering, pleading. Tame. “You wished for me.”
Lando grabs Oscar’s arm, wraps his strong, long fingers around his wrist and tugs, heaving breaths like he’s just gulped down a lungful of water.
“You did,” Oscar insists, the hand Lando didn’t grab scratching deeper, until the scars start to pinken. It turns Lando on, every time, still sensitive with an erogenous zone unique only to him. “Say it.”
”I wished for you,” Lando blurts, and Oscar lets go, stepping back out of his space triumphantly. Still, Lando reaches for him, sliding his hands under Oscar’s t-shirt, feeling the muscles, pulling him close. His voice is softer, when he speaks again, more like the boy who dazzled him in the water, tempted him close to death. “You know I wished for you.”
Oscar kisses Lando’s forehead, holds him as he rests against his chest, so much skin on display, so much vulnerability. He can tell the moment it takes them both, remembering how lonely they were, how much they loathed the absence of this, even when they didn’t know what this was.
“I know,” Oscar whispers, letting his hand fall to the curve of Lando’s waist, and the small ridge where his tail used to start, the one you can feel if you know where to touch. Eczema, Oscar has taught Lando to claim, if anyone asks why his skin looks like the surface of a rock, weathered by a storm. “I know.”
They stay that way until the SPF starts to dry, tacky, on Lando’s skin and Oscar has to push him away before they’re bound by more than just the sea.
”Put some clothes on, Lando,” Oscar says, brushing past him to leave for the kitchen, pack a cool box with raw meat they don’t eat anywhere but home, the boat and any restaurant with carpaccio on the menu. “The boat’s not going to sail itself.”
#GOD I LOVE THE BLOODTHIRSTY LITTLE MONSTERS!!!!#Both changed in different ways#Weirdly nervous about this because that fic sometimes feels like it was written by someone Not Me lmao#my fic#salt skin#landoscar#strawberry.ask
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Right? p4
summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?
That is until a photoshoot gets out of hand and there is no way to go but forward.
part 1, part 2, part 3
warning: 18+ i guess?
It was a bit tricky to find a safe moment of solitude for the two of you to have your promised photoshoot. But in two days, your plans might finally become true.
What seemed easier, surprisingly, was finding little moments for quick make out sessions. In the driver's room, in the PR office, in that little hallway just next the mechanics gear storage.
You were a bit more careful outside the garage, but could not help one little kiss between the trailers.
It wasn't like Lando was shy at the beginning, but the more you got into the, the cheekier he became. He was so touchy. Grabbing your boobs and ass during make outs, brushing your hand when he walked by you and getting a little too close when discussing his photos.
You must have missed it before, or the frequency of him putting his hand on your shoulders has skyrocketed in the past few days.
You loved how you got to know him more. Learning the secret tricks that worked on your little, minor, definitely not massive, crush.
Zak Brown has requested a general meeting of the whole crew once you all landed in the next location. A tiny part of you suddenly got worried it might concern your little endeavor. Keeping this under the radar was of utmost importance, no matter what Lando said. You hoped you could trust him and his confidentiality. It felt strange to depend on that, but the adrenaline rush was hard to resist.
The meeting turned out to be the introduction of a new sponsor and the obligation that this entailed. You had never been more happier for a new sponsor.
-"I might have one request for our photoshoot," was a text from Lando that popped up on your laptop screen. He was sitting on the other side of the room, at the front with all the important folks, while you were in the back right next to your other colleagues making notes. You looked at Lando, who was already watching you. Once your eyes met, he turned to his phone again. Having a feeling this might be one of his inappropriate games, you quickly disabled all notifications on your laptop. Instead you took your phone out, hoping no one was paying any attention to you.
-"Can you move just little to your left?" he continued. You gave him a questioning look and did as he asked.
-"Great, thanks sweetheart."
-"May I ask why, Lando?"
-"It's very closely connected to my request."
"Which would be....?"
"Be as kind to me as you are today" Again, you reacted with another questioning look. Lando took a moment to reply to a question from Zak and only after that quickly took his phone again to elaborate.
"Tight t-shirt with no bra is the peak of kindness in my opinion. Remember this next time I'm sad, I'm sure it'll help."
There is a certain kind of mad, that's not really angry or serious even, but still manages to rile up the blood in ones veins. Lando noticed your disbelief and tried to hide his amusement by pretending to be super interested in what Zak has been saying. For his own sake, he should stick with a driver's career, rather than acting.
In the meantime, to cut his fun short, you gracefully took out your sweater and put it on.
5 seconds later you received a ":(" text from the one and only.
"Sad already, Lando? I recall some cure for that. But probably for a closer inspection."
Lando was biting his cheek while reading it, only to be lightly reminded by Oscar of all people, that Lando's full attention is required to other things than his phone.
You were also pretending to be super interested in the presentation, but in the corner of your eye, you felt the rookie McLaren driver pointing his attention in your direction.
Probably nothing, right?
//
The change in your mood has been noted by those closest to you. All of a sudden, you were like a lit up candle, shining around every room you walked in. This did not play well with your need to stay as lowkey as possible. Oh and you were dyinggg to speak about this with someone to help you process what the fuck was actually happening. But it was all just pretty delicate. Mentally, you'd settled on the idea that once this is over, it will be a cool and unbelievable story for you and your friends. You did not usually fall for people, but when you did, you fell hard. You were currently overrun by adrenaline and dopamine to make much of a room for any of this to worry you.
Lando seemed to be followed by someone from the team all throughout the week. He was very vocal to you over texts about his impatience and that you both would need to be creative. Lando also wanted to catch the golden hour for your photoshoot. Wanted was an understatement, he was obsessed with it.
So when is the best time to avoid everyone? When they're busy getting ready for a new sponsor welcoming party. It was easy for your to get out of it, it was impossible for Lando to skip it completely - but arriving fashionably late was something he could very much afford. Which gave you an hour or two to have fun.
When the taxi dropped you off over at a location he sent you, he was already there. You agreed that at the moment, him picking you up would be risky. His car here on a random hill near Monte Carlo was suspicious enough. Then again, normal cars seemed to avoid Monaco.
He was leaning over centuries old abandoned wall on a make shift parking spot next to a forest, light shining directly into his face. You were not sure whether he was trying or if it just really came naturally, but when took his sunglasses off to look at you properly, he looked like he was put on this Earth to break hearts, to capture and allure anyone he decided.
So, into the lion's den you went. Nowhere you'd like to be but here.
"Good girl," is what he opened with. Shamelessly looked you up and down and continued: "I like it when you listen to me."
Yes. You wore a tight crop top without a bra. And you had zero regrets for using cheap tricks.
"Well, Mr. Photographer. You're the boss. Now it's your turn to tell me what to do."
The way how him telling you what to do made you so horny was freaking you out a bit. You were usually the dominant one, right?
"Like the sound of that. Come over there with me and let's see how this light works."
You were 100% sure he wanted to kiss you. Just like you wanted to kiss him. But this cat and mouse vibe was making it all just a bit more exciting. So you immediately went to where he was pointing.
"Taking a girl in the forest, alone. You sure you're not planning anything I should be worried about, am I right?"
"If I recall, you're the one who dragged me to a forest at night. Perhaps it's our thing."
"We'll see."
//
Lando had a different kind of a photographer personality than you had. With him doing this just for fun, he was super relaxed, chatty and playful. You were more "crazy eyes" "in-the-zone" type of a person when it came to photography.
But his approach worked on you. You were actually bit worried coming here, because being on that side of the camera was not your comfortable spot. He managed to get all of this out of the window without even trying. At first he gave you over the top instructions as a joke, suddenly speaking with a horrifyingly bad French accent.
"I'm not doing that, Lando," you laughed out when he requested you run away from him so he could take some blurry back shots.
"Monsignor Norris for you, madame, let's be professionale," he kept his act and looked at you and rolled his eyes. "These young hot girls, they always think they are ze shit. How can I work with these material. My art will suffeour."
You looked at him, trying not to laugh at his theatrical expressions. Apparently, you were now into bad accents jokes. He was getting under your skin in parts you had no idea is possible.
"This was maybe more German than French, monsignor Norris."
"Papa must have been German then." He then swiftly moved his camera up, completely taking you by surprise.
"Yes," he abandoned the accent. "The face of a total disbelief suits you the best. I want to see that."
It was fascinating to watch someone walk so gracefully on the line of serious hot and goofy cute. You were doomed.
You sighed loudly. He smiled. You bit your lip and butterflies flew as if they were on drugs. Because spending time with him was having the same affect as drugs would have on different people.
"Can I take one photo of you?" you asked. "The light is just too perfect to miss this out."
He stepped closer. Handed you the camera. When his hand touched yours, it felt like being burned in the best way possible.
"Yes. But only if this goes to your special secret folder with the other ones."
You nodded. His fingers played with yours. You looked up at his face and lips he just licked. And then you kissed him again.
This was probably the slowest kiss you ever shared. Not a quick "hurry up before someone sees us" type of kiss. No, this was the one where you explored, drowned in the moment. You were becoming used to the texture of his lips, the way his tongue moved and how his teeth lightly bit your own lips once in a while. This wasn't a rushed moment. This was a study session. It continued to surprise you how great of a kissing partner he was to you. Putting most of your previous kisses you had with other people in shame.
When his hand slowly traced a line starting down your neck and ending right above your nipple, you could feel him smile into your kiss.
"Shall I continue?" Lando had his line of asking for consent and making it sound hot mastered to perfection.
"Yes."
"Yes...?"
"Yes, please."
"That's more like it." And he went on to circle and squeeze your nipple. It was as if he had unlocked a new level. The further you went the more had the curiosity about how it must feel when he'd be inside you grew into a need. Desire transforming to urge. Intrigue growing to lust.
Lando studied what kind of an effect each of his move had. And used what he had observed to toy with you even more. He gently pushed you to the nearest tree, pressed his body against yours and bit your nipple through your shirt, causing you only wanting more. You grabbed his hand it on your other breast and make him squeeze it. While you yourself started exploring his torso under his t-shirt. He returned back to kissing you, while his hands roamed around your body. You reached all the way to his belt and pulled him forward.
"Careful, Y/N," Lando joked in between kisses. "Might be hard to turn back and stop if we keep it at this pace. Here in this forest. Anyone could walk by."
Your hand started to trace the outline of his growing erection. "Is it bad that I'm finding that hot?"
He smiled. "Yes. And I guess we are both bad people."
You gently grabbed him. The reaction his body was giving you was everything. "So we'll stop here. We need to get you to the stupid event anyway."
Lando took a deep breath. "Right."
"Right," you smiled, finally seeing that you have some effect on him, which was only making you want to go further in the future.
You both stepped away from each other, burning each other with eye contact. Once Lando came back to normal a bit, he winked at you.
"Come along, I need to smile at people who are making sure we get paid."
"Fair enough." You snapped an unexpected photo, getting his flustered face in the perfect light. Cheeky smiles were shared again.
The sun was almost set as you reached his car.
"I'll drive you to the hotel."
"You sure?" you asked. "I'm happy to get a cab to be safe."
"Nonsense, you'd be waiting here for half an hour. Come, I'll drop you off in the parking lot of the hotel, quickly dress and head to the event."
You got into his car, reluctantly. Once you were settled, he promply started the car, did 180 drift and had the car sprint to the road entrance.
You laughed. "Show off...."
"Ha, as if."
The drive was silent for few minutes, but after that Lando started asking you quite a lot of questions. It seemed a bit strange to you. He was suddenly interested in how you like your colleagues, what got you to the world of F1, how your family handled the fact you were away all the times. You made a joke about this feeling like an interview. He joked back, saying he is continuing on trying different roles and progressed from a photographer to an interviewer. You had a lot to say about this - how come he would consider this a progress?
It felt like you could spend hours talking to this British idiot.
In the middle of your conversation, he put his hand on your leg for a moment. It really should not make you lose focus on the outside world so quickly, right?
part 5
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Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 8
genre: 2024 and onwards AU, with the 2024 starting grid.
pairing: Romantic!oc x that triangle y’all voted on. Platonic!oc x the whole grid.
warnings: swearing, mentions of physical crimes, discussions about gangs, mentions of bars and alcohol. Besties arguing. talk about the accident in chapter 4.
context: Part 1 and Masterlist…
comments: this is a little bit of a time skip filler chapter. But it also sets up Oscar's feelings. I went for the whole he fell first/he fell harder but instead of about each other, about Sadie.
Oscar was frustrated. Very frustrated. It was a description that barely covered how he felt.
He knew his team could see it, and knew equally that they had no idea how to handle it. They had worked with drivers who exploded far quicker than him did but Oscar never so much as boiled.
The calmest man on the grid was simmering away and no one knew what to do.
It was Thursday, and Oscar was already in Abu Dhabi, prepping himself for media day, but it had been over a week since the trial had started.
Someone’s safety had never mattered to him so much before. Oscar wasn't surprised at the feeling, Sadie was dealing with some very dangerous people. The Australian was surprised at how it had consumed him. He was pacing. Pacing.
“For fucks sake!” Came Pato’s voice through the wall between their driver’s rooms. “I can hear you, Oscar! I love you man, but go for a run or something!”
And Oscar did just that. He didn’t even put headphones on. He just knocked on the wall twice to let Pato know he’d heard him and left.
Oscar pushed himself. Hard. He ran and he ran and he ran. Nothing mattered but his feet drumming against whatever surface he found himself on. He kept running and running until someone pulled their e-scooter up right in front of him.
“Shit,” he halted abruptly. “Sorry, I-“
“What the hell, Piastri?” It was Max.
“I needed to move,” he muttered.
“You've been running for an hour. You're going to exhaust yourself before the weekend even starts. What’s wrong?”
"It's Sadie," he admitted on a deep breath.
Max, pulling his Red Bull cap off, swept a hand through dirty blonde hair. "I haven't heard."
"Me neither."
"She can look after herself."
But Oscar noted the tightness to the Champion's jaw and a raised eyebrow told Max just as much.
"Let's go." The Dutchman muttered and led the walk back towards the hospitalities.
"What?" Oscar pressed.
"Nothing."
Frustration rippled in his gut again. "You two love to hide things."
"Get over it. These aren't my secrets to tell."
"Fine."
There was an uncomfortable silence but Oscar hoped it would prompt Max to say something about Sadie. Anything.
It worked.
"She congratulated you on Qatar."
"I wish I could thank her."
"Maybe you can one day."
"At this rate, that's a big maybe."
"Yes, but there is a chance."
"And I'll hold onto it," Oscar promised. He had promised himself something similar when she'd driven away from his mother's house.
The rest of the walk was silent until Pato, surrounded by three of McLaren's media team, saw them.
"There he is!"
And Oscar was handed a bottle of water, a wrap and thrust into discussions for that week's Youtube content.
----$----
"That's P3, mate," Oscar's engineer relayed and he let out a massive sigh of relief.
"Thank you everyone," he said into his radio. "That was a hard one. Thank you to everyone in the garage and back at the factory."
"Well done, Oscar. You've ended fourth overall." Came Zak Brown's voice.
Oscar couldn't find the energy to respond. He pulled his car to a stop in front of the 3 sign. He saw Charles and Max holding each others forearms, their helmets together and a string of laughter and shouts coming from the two. Oscar hauled himself out of his car and flipped his visor up.
The McLaren mechanics pulled him into massive hugs and slaps to the helmet. He laughed and laughed, the sound bubbling from him in surprised bursts.
He had beaten Lewis Hamilton, George Russel and Carlos Sainz. In a McLaren, he'd outlasted, outpaced, outmatched both the Mercedes and a Ferrari. And he'd done it consistently enough to end fourth. Fourth overall.
Max turned and, Charles mimicking the gesture, beckoned him over. He joined them and the elation in his heart could not be matched. He may have earnt P3 before, hell he'd gotten a better result the weekend before, but he was standing, laughing, with the confirmed champion and the runner up. Oscar was standing with them.
Time blurred as they made their way to a cool room, and then to the podium. Up there, holding his trophy with a broad smile on his face, Oscar had a thought that stuck with him.
I wonder if Sadie is watching.
----$----
She was.
Sadie smile at her phone, amidst the pitch black of her bedroom at 2 am in Melbourne. Max, the man she'd ego-checked all those months ago, was a four-time World Driver Champion and, smiling broadly beside him was Oscar Piastri. The feed cut to Lando, looking up at Oscar and Max with more pride on his face than Sadie had thought possible. His teammate, and his friend were both up there and grinning down at him.
Even though the screen Sadie could see the laughter in Oscar's eyes.
She hoped that she'd be able to congratulate them in person one day. Maybe one day.
----$----
Angst is coming. Idk when, but it is. Plus, I haven't made y'all any promises about comfort and I won't.
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How To Get The Girl
Oscar Piastri x Zak Brown Daughter OC
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her," Oscar mumbles, looking between the men that had become like brothers to him on the grid. "I mean she's a beauty, and even more than that she's brilliant. Zak was telling me how she-"
"Is a 4.0 student studying elementary education blah blah blah," Lando cuts him off, having been standing with their boss as well when he was bragging about his daughter. "Mate, you just have to pulling it together and ask her out. Buy her a rose or compliment her clothes or something," He suggests, earning a shake of the head from the Dutchman and American beside them.
"Dude, just tell her that you find her hot," Is Logan's suggestions, one that has none of the drivers questioning why he remains one of the few drivers to be single.
"Or, you could compliment her intelligence. Women always love when you compliment their brains instead of their looks," Max offers as his attempt to help, not having a ton of advice for the kid given he wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get Kelly to date him in the first place.
"Listen to Max, don't listen to Logan," The woman of the hour chimes, having approached the boys outside of the Mclaren garage without warning or detection. "Women don't want to feel like you only appreciate them for their bodies.
Lando, ever the wingman wraps his arm around Oscar's shoulders, chuckling. "You know, Oscar could use a bit more insider advice like that, do you have any spare time?"
"Spare time? I'm literally just here to smile and wave a Zak Brown's daughter," I can't help but remind, making the boys laugh. "But insider scoop? Do I know this girl, Osc?"
The Australian shakes his head no, but I can see the faint blush on his cheeks, and I can't help but feel deflated.
"Well, if you buy me a coffee I'll tell you the ins and outs of talking to women," I offer, Lo nodding on Osc's behalf.
"He'll buy you that coffee, we don't have our media panel till later anyways," Max is the one to offer a real answer, the older driver smiling down at me.
"You all are a suspicious bunch, you know that?"
"It's why they're never to be trusted," Oscar offers, making me laugh an him smile. "Are you available for a walk?"
Holding out my hand, I can't help but smile as I beckon him forward. "Come on Piastri, let's get you sorted before one of these goons teaches you how to peeve out a woman."
And he follows, the both of us waving goodbye to his now grumbling friends.
"I think you may have hurt their egos, they tend to think they're great with women," Osc jokes, not meeting my eyes.
"All three of those boys would make great boyfriends, they're sweet and caring beyond all else. But being a good boyfriend and being able to get girls are very different monsters," I offer, him bumping my side with his own.
"And what about me?"
"You Oscar Piastri, would make an amazing boyfriend," I assure. "And from the sounds of it, you may get the chance to prove me right soon, yeah?"
My heart twinges in pain, even the idea of him with someone else hurting. Of having to befriend her and stand with her in the garage and watch them be a couple making me uncomfortable.
But all I can do is smile, because he's my friend first.
"Oh, yeah," He mumbles, the words having an strong Australian hit that usual.
"So, tell me about her! What are her interests? The more I know, the better the advise I can give."
"Here, let's get coffees first and then I'll take all the wisdom you can give me, yeah?" Osc offers, but he's ducking off to the coffee cart to our left before I can even answer, simply trailing along after him as he greets the woman. "Could I please get a lemon tea and an iced coffee with oat milk and hazelnut flavoring?"
How does he know my coffee order?
He smiles down at me, eyes warm as he hands my drink over to me, his fingers brushing my own and him all together overwhelming my senses. His cologne, his smile, his eyes.
"How do you know what I get in my coffee?" I can't help but ask, his smile turning bashful.
"You order it ever time you're here and the team grabs breakfast, guess I just picked up on it," Is his answer with a shrug, acting as if its the most simple thing in the world.
But it means a lot.
"Whoever this girl is you're trying to ask out is a very lucky girl, Oscar Piastri," I compliment, his cheeks shading pink.
"Do you really think so?"
And I can't help the scoff that leaves my lips at his insinuation that it could be anything but the truth.
"Osc, you remembered my coffee order. You're sweet, you're smart, more than talented, and you have a big heart," is my justification, patting his chest.
"So, you think a girl would say yes if I asked her?" Is his next question, starting our movement away from the coffee spot and simply moving through the paddock.
"Without a doubt." I know I would.
"So if I asked you?"
"If you asked me what? For tips?" I joke, bumping him with my shoulder, but he's not laughing like I am.
"No, if I asked you out," He corrects, putting a hand out and taking my own. "I'm asking you out."
"I- what?"
"Maeve Brown, the girl I needed help asking out was you," He clarifies, eyes meeting mine as he smiles, clearly amused by confusion.
"You... like me?"
"Very much so yes," Osc nods, his hair falling into his face.
It makes me laugh, and that's not the reaction he was expecting based on his confused expression.
"You are the biggest idiot I've ever met, Piastri."
Now he just looks insulted. "Excuse me?"
"I have been interested in you since you were with Alpine and you needed my own advice to ask me out? To which I never even gave you because you just asked me out?" I explain, still chuckling at the once again bashful boy.
"I guess I just needed a boost in confidence," Is his shrugged response. "But if you've been into me that long, does that mean it's a yes?"
"You're an idiot," I repeat once more, leaning up to place a kiss to his lips. "But I'd be more than happy if you'd be my idiot."
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A fun piece that took me WAY too long to complete!
I wanted to draw out the Z stacks for my humanoid au and do something fun with the outfits and the posing. I almost always draw them in some form of work uniform or in their formal gear and while that's pretty accurate for most situations they also have non work good clothes, of course in shades of Zero Marine Bigg City approved browns and blacks.
I also wanted to highlight more personal styles with them as well as keeping the context of the 1920s in mind! I also gave them all weapons for fun!
Zip has a VERY stylish youthful way of dressing for the 1920s, his bow tie would be seen as rather formal in contrast to his outfit which would be very youthful and in matching, shorts don't match with sweaters, boots don't match short sleeves, young men often dressed 'eclectically' to 'stand out'. Zip Carries a rather standard hunting rifle, he doesn't much like to use it, but it lets him stay away from danger while protecting himself. He's a small guy and doesn't like to be in the action, the gun lets him keep his distance, and he quite likes that. He does know how to use it and will if necessary.
Zug wears a pretty average day suit, it's pants cut is a little big and the coat is a sport cut, he'd been seen as basically a lousy dresser, sorta like a used car sales man. Zug carries a Tommy Gun, he's a small guy and it gets the job done.
Zorran dresses in a modern for the time business suit, the cut is straight on the pants and jacket and the bi coloured pants and jacket would be seen as a more relaxed choice and he's forgone the vest of old. Winged saddle shoes complete the look, he would be a snazzy dresser in the eclectic sense like Zip. Zorran is a resourceful man and will fight with anything at hand, but a good old fashioned lead pipe is easy enough to carry and conceal and even easier to ditch without suspicion
Zebedee forgoes convention, instead going for comfort and a relaxed fit. The Zoot Suit is still two decades out but the smoking suit is making its debut, considered a wasteful use of fabric Zebedee is on the cutting edge of fashion, even if he just wanted something comfortable. He is a fan of brass knuckles, if he has to fight he'd rather brawl fair and square
Zak, like Zorran, forgoes a piece of the standard business suit, However his piece of choice is the Vest, which sets him firmly into casual. With a dark grey shirt and matching tie, pants, hat and shoes, Zak is scrubbing against the grain of fashion conventions of the time, Zak would be kicked out of a fancy restaurant on sight in such an outfit. Zak keeps a switch blade on him at all times, he's a big fan of stiletto style knives, they make quick work of any target
Zaffre opts to forgo feminine dress but doesn't abandon women's wear. The Blazer is in its second decade as women wear, note the lack of collar notches on the blazer and the single button, and the loose fitting light fabric pants are the trend with young flappers for day wear. Her shirt and tie are what step back into men's wear but are not unheard of anymore. She's young and a great example of a second generation suffragette, the right to vote is just the first step, you know. Zaffre hasn't opted for any weapons yet, the hat pins and batons of days past are not needed when you are ready and willing to beat someone to death with your bare hands. Maybe she'll find something someday
Also have a high chart because I am terrible at drawing them to scale, by 1920s average heights they are all pretty average, Zug and Zaff being extreme but not unheard of, by today's average heights literally all of them are average and below with Zug being unheard of as a 'normal' hight
#the fire burns#burnings#art#illistration#this is tugs#z stacks#tugs zorran#zaffre#tugs zebedee#tugs humanized#tugs zip#tugs zak#tugs zug#wepons#guns#gun#knife#knives
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fireworks | ricciardo
summary: fourth of july firework madness
warnings: american dan
type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF
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as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.
“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”
“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”
“bu-“
“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”
“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”
“get in the car daniel”
“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”
the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.
stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.
when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”
“full government eh?”
“that thing is fucking huge.”
“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”
the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.
10
9
8
“DANIEL COME ON”
“you can’t rush beauty baby”
3
2
1
next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.
“happy fourth beautiful”
“happy fourth cowboy”
⏤
happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 drabble#f1 fanfic#formula one x reader#f1 one shot#f1 x oc#driver x reader#f1 x you#📗#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo x reader#ricciardo
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Follow you (Vettel Jr one shot)
I had this idea and it took me so long to write but I finally finished it at 5:33 AM lol, anyway this is connected to Vettel Jr trilogy that you can find in my masterlist. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also this is unedited because I wanted to publish it as soon as possible
Song: Follow you by Imagine Dragon
Words: 2.9
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x OC
Warning: mention of Zak Brown
I’ll follow you way down to your deepest low
She was sitting on the bed, watching Daniel in the corner recording a video to announce his departure from his team. They were in Belgium, after the summer break she felt like he needed her to be present more though he had never mentioned or complained about it.
The season hasn’t been kind to the racer men in her life. First she had to deal with his father’s retirement and now the issues that Daniel was facing, she’d never say it bluntly to his face but the reason she’d prefer to be in Aston Martin garage instead of mclaren was because she hated the team, she hated what they did to him and she couldn’t do anything but to watch how the most loved man in his life was breaking on the inside but held his head high and smiled without throwing comments. After the contract issue she didn’t trust herself to go anywhere near the Mclaren because God knows she has words to give them. Her eyes landed on Daniel, she couldn’t believe how he was able to be nice like that, she was raging inside, she simply couldn’t believe they’d do her favorite-driver-turned-boyfriend this dirty.
“I’m finished” Daniel announced, walking towards the bed and laid next to her.
She glared at him “with the way you’re contract is going you sure are” she couldn’t help the comment. Daniel wanted to laugh so bad but tried hard to surpass it just to see her further reaction.
“Sorry too mean?” She asked with raised eyebrows, not really caring about the matter. Daniel didn’t reply and finally let go of the laugh that was suffocating his throat, he threw a hand over her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Does that mean you’re jobless for now?” She asked, Daniel wouldn’t take her comments personally considering both of them used humor to deal.
“Well yes basically” Daniel replied simply
“I hope you know that you need to get a job, I can’t provide enough to take care of a baby, life expanses in Monaco and send money to my retired dad in Germany” she tried to keep the serious face going but the more she spoke, the more her laugh came out. Daniel was laughing so much that his cheeks went red and he was hardly breathing.
They fell into a comfortable silence, Daniel’s hand landed on her belly his fingers lightly tapping “I’m gonna ask a question, be honest”
“You wanna ask if I will stay with you if you don’t get a seat next year?” She made another joke flawlessly
“I was about to ask how you keep making jokes about this so flawlessly, no but seriously, you want a girl or a boy?”
Daniel was thriving with the fact that she was pregnant with their child, he always dreamed of having his own kids one day and the fact that the day was only months away from him was unbelievable, the thought always gave him a warm feeling in his chest.
She turned her body and laid on him, bringing herself up to look at his face, after months she wasn’t used to seeing his face without staring. Everyday felt like the first day in Texas, everyday she would get lost in him as if it’s the last day but she couldn’t get enough, she took her time appreciating his big brown eyes and the sparkle in them, his five o’clock shadow adorning his jaw. Daniel noticed she was staring but didn’t interrupt her, he had never admitted it but he loved when she would look at him like he is the only person that matters, he could see the love she had for him just by this simple act.
A small smile formed on her lips “I want a boy, a little boy with your curls and your big brown running around, making everyone loves him just like her dad”
Daniel’s chest fluttered at her words, he felt like he might explode by the amount of love he had for the woman in front of him “funny you said that because I want a girl with her mom’s wit and sass, a mini you running around and causing chaos” she didn’t know what to say, she simply hid her blushing face in his neck and make a sound.
Daniel smiled lovingly, his hand kneading the hair on back of her head while the other rubbed her back “are you blushing?” She couldn’t see him but could hear the smug smile on his face. Her voice muffled when she answered “yes”
Daniel’s voice dropped lower “why hiding from me? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you literally have my baby”
His comment made her laugh but she still didn’t move, too obsessed with the way he smelled. She raised her head to speak “I’m not embarrassed I just love hugging you”
“Ok let’s stay that way then”
She was like a grumpy cat when they got in the car, rambling nonstop about how she hated his team and she was happy that he wasn’t going to be there anymore. She could see how broken race results were making him look like and it broke her heart, after each race that she wasn’t there she wished she could hug him tight and assure him that no matter what, she’d always have his back, all of which when she’d sit behind her laptop and cry. Daniel let her talk until he parked the car, before getting out he turned to her with serious face and wagged his finger “be nice” the authority in his voice had her stomach flipping and she nodded. Daniel opened the door and before getting out he made another comment “that’s my girl, come on they’re waiting for us”
Before they both use their pass, cameramen were all over them, throwing questions at him, the perfect Pr trained Daniel was he kept it quiet, only his brows kneaded, she didn’t miss his slight reaction. Between see of people she got closer and touched his hand, whispering “I got you Danny, ok? I’m here”
Seb was the first person they ran into.
“Dad! I missed you” she let go of Daniel and ran to him for a hug.
“Sweetheart, how’s the baby?” He whispered with a wide smile
“He is good thanks” she replied subconsciously.
Seb raised his eyebrows “He? normally you wouldn’t know the gender until week 16”
Daniel stepped in with an arrogant smirk on his face “she wants a boy to look like me”
“Oh so you want a daughter who looks like her right?” Seb mentioned, teasing the couple in front of him.
“You two, stop. Dad don’t you have to get ready for conference? Aren’t you two sharing a conference anyway?” She pointed at both men in front of her.
“You coming to Mclaren?” Daniel asked, looking at her now disgusted face
“You kidding no way, I’ll either go to Max or Charles or Lewis or my dad, I have friends around”
Her hate towards McLaren made Daniel laugh. Seb rested his hand on her shoulder “that’s my girl, when I’m gone you can carry the Vettel legacy”
“Danny my love don’t worry, you have my dad with you, no one’s gonna come at you ok?” She cooed, looking lovingly at the 33 years old man in front of her.
“I get it you two are in love, please not in front of me”
Michael was trying hard to stiff his laugh at the way she was looking at the McLaren garage. She followed Daniel to his driver’s room, waiting for him to finish changing for press conference and media pen.
She stood in front of him and looked up, she always loved the way Daniel would look at her with those soft eyes, filled with love. She touched his shirt, trying to smoothen up the collar “your arrogance and ego is such a turn on Daniel Joseph Ricciardo” she didn’t know why she said that, but she didn’t want to mention anything related to Formula 1 at the moment.
Daniel laughed at her comment, deeply appreciated the ridiculousness of it “does that mean you’re turned on?”
She made a duh face “I’m never turned off near you, now listen, whatever you hear out there just remember I’m always around the corner ok?”
Daniel’s face was a bit more serious than usual, she knew deep down he was tired and drained from all of it but kept a smile to show her he is alright, but at her comment he dropped some of the act, his shoulders dropped and he gave her an appreciative smile, leaned down for a hug and rest his head on her shoulder. She gladly let him rest before facing unpleasant stuffs, her hands securely around him “thank you, I love you you know that right?”
“I do, and I love you too, go give ‘em hell, or don’t you’re too kind for that” both laughed and Daniel headed out.
She stood in front of RedBull garage, watching Max heading out with two RedBulls in his hand.
“Long time no see, here, a free RedBull”
She eyed the can, dying to have a sip but she couldn’t because of the baby.
“No thank you I already had one in hotel” she lied and blinked
Max’s eyebrows kneaded “what’s happening? Why you’re saying no to free RedBull? You’ve never done this before”
She looked at Max like she is offended “really Maxwell? You see me after months and this is your reaction? I came to take shelter here and this is how you treat me?”
Max could see the hint of Daniel’s humor in her, he knew they’ve been spending more time together since Silverstone. He put a sympathetic hand on her back “how’s Daniel doing? Is he ok?”
She sighs, hands combing through her hair in frustration “he tries to be, you know how he is, but he is just really tired and as much as he wants to shrug it off I can’t, I am mad, he doesn’t deserve this”
Max shook his head in acknowledgment “you’re totally right about this, but uh did…did he know?” He couldn’t form the full question, he didn’t dare to ask if his own team actually told him they are going to terminate his contract.
“No Max he didn’t, I told him to fight back, to shit on them and say no but he said he can’t force himself when he isn’t wanted”
“They’re such an asshole and we know it”
Their session about shitting on Daniel’s team was interrupted by Charles happy voice singing “o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao caio, I missed you so much” she didn’t have a change to speak as Charles threw himself on her, hugging tight. She gladly accepted and hugged back just as tight.
“Mate I’ll let you win Monza if you promise not to sing ever again”
To say Daniel was suffering was an understatement, he kept answering the same question over and over again in front of cameras that were filming and taking pictures repeatedly, he felt a deep tiredness in his muscles that even 3 weeks of summer break did nothing to solve it, but he was Daniel Ricciardo.
A question about him was thrown at Seb obviously, he turned to him with a smile and mentioned 2014 and how he beat him then he said Mclaren failed to extract his potential and Daniel felt like he wants to give the widest smile ever but he stopped himself.
Another question was for him, he gave an apologetic look to Pierre and Nicholas and they brushed it off with a look, this time he saw a chance to put the news out “ I mean I might take a sabbatical if things doesn’t really work out, you know to be there for the baby we have on the way and be the househusband” his wide smile was impossible to wipe, the thought of it made his chest burst in happiness and he wanted to scream it in the paddock.
“Seb did you know this?”
Sebastian laughed at the question “of course, they were in our house when it happened, we celebrated with a dinner”
Pierre leaned in, gave him a harmless bump on the shoulder “congratulations Daniel, can’t wait to see you as a dad”
Nicholas leaned in from other side “yeah congrats so happy for you guys”
The news travelled fast, Max was heading for an interview when he bumped into her “you know I’m offended you didn’t tell me personally, but actually never mind, you told me you wanna try for a baby during Silverstone and now you’re pregnant? What did you guys do exactly?” Max asked, blue eyes as wide as he could possibly get them, staring at the girl in front of him “sex, lots of sex, tons of sex everywhere”
Max couldn’t help himself, he smiled wide and genuine “but really, I’m so for you two, can’t wait to see mini Ricciardo in the paddock”
“Ah just the one person I was looking for” Lewis’ words stopped them, Max gave him a nod and left them.
“Lewis, you look good” he did, Lewis always looked good.
He gave her a smile “thank you, you too”
She could feel the fangirl within her was begging to be released but she had it under control “thank you for whatever you said about Daniel, really means a lot to me”
“Ah don’t mention it, I haven’t seen you in months come here give me a hug”
She noted how well he smelled when they hugged.
“Oh congratulations on the baby, I just heard the news, the kid is a lucky one” she felt too happy by his presence that she stood on her tip toe, leaving a light kiss on his cheek “thanks, you’re the best”
Lewis giggled at the kiss, rubbing his face “what was that for?”
She shrugged “just felt like it”
When she saw Daniel’s face she could swear she could hear her heart breaking, the usual spark in his eyes was gone and it looked like someone sacked all his happiness during the time they were apart, she hides the frustration in her face and clenched her jaw. The situation made her mad that her man looked like this, the man whose smile brighten up the entire paddock.
Daniel waved at her as they reunited in front of the garage with Lando joining them.
Lando threw his arms around both of them barely fitting them both for a hug “aw you guys congratulations, this kid isn’t even born yet and his luck is better than me, Daniel Ricciardo as a dad and Sebastian Vettel as granddad”
“See Daniel even Lando feels like it’s a boy” she pointed an accusation finger at Daniel.
“Yes I called it, it’s a boy”
She detached herself from them but Lando didn’t let go of Daniel “Daniel I’ll miss you so much”
Daniel touched his head and she felt like she was melting from the interaction in front of her.
“Aw, you said my kid would be lucky to have me as a dad, do you see me as a father figure?” Daniel tried to joke, making his voice thicker.
“What? No if anything I see you as a bother figure”
And they all burst out laughing.
She looked at Daniel with a smile “they all love you so much, no one wants you gone”
Her eyes narrowed “actually Zak Brown should be scared, Lewis gonna run him over with his scooter while my dad livestreams the whole thing on his new Instagram, we can ask Lando to do the same on his Twitch, on wait George and Charles are also in our team, I can ask Max to ask his dad to stab him, what do you say?” She announced proudly.
“All I will say is you’re insane and I love you insanely” he announced proudly, she was Sebastian Vettel’s daughter indeed.
After the race and media duty she left RedBull and went straight into the McLaren, too happy that no one noticed her. She looked around, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. She went deeper and looked at the back but he wasn’t there as well. She walked to the hallway and saw him on the floor, legs being sprawled on the floor and his face hidden in his palms. His curls disheveled due to the amount of time he ruffled them. He looked broken. She kneeled in front of him, not caring about her pants getting dirty.
She put her hand on his “Dan, Danny, hey look at me” her voice came out as a whisper, she was trying so hard not to cry in front of him.
Daniel’s eyes landed on her “oh it’s you, I missed you” he whispered back, no one was there but they felt like they needed to whisper to keep it between them. She touched his cheeks and he leaned in to her soft touch, the interaction soothing the pain and failure he was feeling deep inside. She moved closer and he buried his face in her chest, feeling like a defenseless child. She moved her hand and ran her hand in his hair, trying to give him any kind of a comfort she could offer. Daniel’s arms moved around her to pull her closer, he felt like the entire world was against him and he only had her. He hummed in approval against her, already feeling better “thank you”
“Don’t mention it, I got you darling ok? I’m here, you don’t have to talk” her thumb traced the line of his jaw and she felt the way his muscles tensed under her touch.
Daniel glanced at her, tiredness dripping off his every action “I’m so tired, let’s go home”
She leaned in closer and kissed his lips, he responded fast and kept her face close, needing to feel more of the kiss and her lips, it felt so sweet and he couldn’t help but smile in kiss, the act was very much needed and he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and rested his back against the wall so she could lean on him. His lips tasted salty and she sucked on it, smoothing the act with her tongue. she stopped and whispered on his lips “yes, let’s go home”
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Also this part “actually Zak Brown should be scared, Lewis gonna run him over with his scooter while my dad livestreams the whole thing on his new Instagram, we can ask Lando to do the same on his Twitch, on wait George and Charles are also in our team, I can ask Max to ask his dad to stab him, what do you say?” was inspired by a tweet from @/tayhatessevery1 on twitter!
#f1#daniel ricciardo#danny ric#mclaren#formula 1#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo x you#redbull#renault#charles leclerc#daniel ricciardo one shot#lewis hamilton#max verstappen#sebastian vettel#Spotify
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Initial Thoughts on The Lando GQ Article
Perhaps I am struggling a bit with insomnia but on the plus side, it gives me a chance to write out my first thoughts on Lando's GQ article (which, if you haven't read it, you can find it here)
First and foremost, I don't think for a second that some of the emphasis in this article is on accident. When I read articles in this lens, I operate under the assumption that there is a means to an end for everything.
And we start with the little article summary (I cannot think of what it's actually called) -- "The nicest guy in Formula 1 and the breakout star of Drive to Survive has sped through the young ranks to lead a team a McLaren's new first driver."
This article hammers two things hard:
Lando is a really fucking nice guy
Lando hasn't been McLaren's first driver (until now).
And that starts in the first paragraph with an anecdote about the writer's car breaking down and how Lando is sympathetic.
And then it immediately flips to the second thing the article is hammering with, "... A fact that will see him take on the role of McLaren's lead driver at the start of the 2023 season in March. It's a significant milestone for Norris, who, over six years with McLaren, has served a comprehensive apprenticeship. "I was patient, but I always felt like I wanted to be ahead of where I was," he admits of his time being spent first as a bench warmer, then as a second driver to Carlos Sainz and Daniel Ricciardo.
I think we are seeing the beginning of McLaren's attempt to get their PR back on track from everything that happened with Daniel but saying that Lando somehow served as the second driver to Daniel is a bit laughable (and I tend to be a harsher critic of Daniel than most).
I also wonder if this piece is meant to mark a wanted shift of Lando's image from like "goofy boy next door" to something more adult because this writer says, "The first thing that strikes you Is just how handsome Norris is." And I think that declaration is so much more adult than just about anything written about Lando that I can recall.
(Also I just -- sometimes I read things about racing drivers and I'm like 'wow, that sounds very neurodivergent of you.' and I had that exact thought about the tidbit about Lando wearing sunglasses because bright lights give him headaches.)
ANYWAYS not the point.
The article mentions Lando's reputation for shyness but Zak Brown himself reveals that Lando has come out of his shell more recently, the article calling him a 'good leader in-waiting'. We're just hammering away the idea that Lando has been waiting in the wings to take this coveted leadership role.
The article flips back to the idea that the 2023 season is the first season that Lando will be McLaren's first driver. Talking about Drive to Survive and describing the fourth season as "...The 2021 World Championship, Daniel Ricciardo's first season as McLaren's first driver."
There it is again.
First driver.
It's so interesting because I cannot recall McLaren ever calling Daniel or Carlos their first driver. (Correct me if I'm wrong, though, like my title says these are my initial thoughts). The writer goes on to detail episode five and it uses the phrase "repeatedly outperforming Ricciardo..."
And that might be the truth but it doesn't feel like an accident that that wording is included.
BUT the author is quick to point out that "Ricciardo has also refuted rumours of bad blood, telling Channel 4 that he felt no tension with Norris."
The article now starts to pivot towards Lando and how he is 'just a normal guy' and how 'he navigates fame by being unapologetically himself'. Other descriptors are 'the kid your mum might ask to make sure things don't get out of hand at a sleepover.' and 'nice' and 'modest'. The one thing Zak Brown faults Lando over is the fact that he runs five minutes late.
The article details his career which I don't feel the need to rehash -- it doesn't tell us anything new.
But then we go back to the idea of Lando becoming McLaren's number one with a little caveat, "He may have signed a multi-year contract to race as McLaren's number one, but when it comes down to the wire, his position is dependent on his ability to win races." This sounds a whole lot like what was floated at/about Daniel by Zak Brown.
Then the article touches on Lando speaking on mental health (although nothing new is added by Lando which is a little bit disappointing but I digress). It goes into his hobbies and then continues onto how Lando wants to be a WDC (which is like the most cliched thing ever because if you're an F1 driver and don't want to win a WDC, what are you doing it for?)
It closes with "This might not be Norris' season. It might not even be next season." etc etc etc.
So circling back to the two things the article hammers hard, I have some thoughts about why.
Of all the things that could have been written, why were those the two things that were hammered home?
One of the most surprising things to me about my gain data is that Lando did not gain over a million new followers over the 2022 season. Especially considering the fact that in 2021, he gained ~2.3M new followers.
I think McLaren's lack of performance didn't help but I think there was a general dimming of enthusiasm about Lando in 2022. There were LandoGates (which conveniently were not even implied in the article) and everything that happened with Daniel just dimmed the enthusiasm around Lando Norris and that 100% affected his gains.
So I think this article is attempting to remind fans why we love(d) Lando. And it hit all of the highlights (that he's nice, relatable and he has spoken about mental health etc etc).
This also was a PR piece for McLaren. They are holding that Daniel was in fact the first driver this entire time and now! Now it's finally Lando's turn! Which means that obviously, the allegations that they've been developing the car for Lando specifically cannot be true because Lando has been the second driver this entire time! (It feels a bit like gaslighting and I'm not even trying to be glib here).
The fact that it is mentioned/alluded to multiple times in the article suggests that it probably wasn't an accident or a silly journalist writing it because he doesn't know any better.
I wonder if they are preemptively pushing back against whatever DTS storyline is going to be shown in just over a month's time.
So yeah, maybe I am just an insomniac who thought too hard but those were my initial thoughts about the article. If you read this far, thank you and I'm sorry but I'd love to know your thoughts on the article!
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charles ain’t a saint either. he was literally asked if he could be benefited from whats happening at red bull. he also has a huge platform so why can’t he speak out instead of being silent? being silent is just as bad as speaking out at this point. so don’t pull a “my fave would never” when clearly he would.
Formula one is a male dominanted sport, through its drivers and its management. The issues aren’t just driver related, these stem back to Ben Sulayem, the current F1 president who [does not ]“like women who think they are more intelligent than men, because they are not in truth”, whose opposition to the likes of f1 academy are also notable.
It reaches back into the pockets of sponsers, and much further into the drivers contracts.
If James Vowles and Zak Brown can speak up, then others can as well, in no way did I deny that. I’ve never claimed Charles a saint- in these regards complacency is agreement.
James Vowles, Sebastian Vettel and Lewis have been outspoken in regards to the inherent lack of diversity on the grid- and have not been afraid to call that out and implement change where possible.
Currently (unlike Charles), Valterri, Lance, Daniel and Alex have been content to dissuade the public discourse surrounding Horners behaviour, to such a degree that the career of a women in motorsports has been belittled to such a degree of a public suspension, whilst Horner who has clear convictions and evidence against him, is free to continue in his role. When you have Max Verstappen, Helmut Marko and Adrian Newey suggesting that themselves or Christian will be leaving the team, should one not account for the first-hand perspectives of those who have known him for many years at this point?
There is truth to the statement that f1 is a billionare boys club. In that comes the lack of accountability that sucess, fame and money bring. Others in motorsports don’t have that assurance. They dont have the backing of million dollar sponsers, the popularity or the ability to publicly succeed in identifying the point of initiation regarding their work place harrasment. The women that’s currently suspended doesn’t have that assurance, but Horner does, Riccardo, Albon, Bottas, Stroll and those who are in a position of power and are complacent in the current state of formula 1 do.
I never suggested that Charles was a saint, instead i criticised the drivers who had gone on the record in defence of Christian Horner.
F1 is a sport embedded in patriarchal values and overflowing with wealth. When theres an opportunity to race for the team coming first in the constructors championship, majority on the grid will say and do what they must to get there, integrity be dammed. No one ever suggested otherwise.
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Stars and Migraines - Chapter six
Chapter six
I haven't posted here in MONTHS so here's Chapter One for those who have no idea what is going on.
Sydney's POV
Red. All I ever see is red. Red shirts, red caps, red flags with the prancing horse on them. Italy is quite a thing.
Imola, round four of the Championship with a whopping 100% success rate for Daniel and a car that's been giving a headache to the other teams in every Free Practice session of the weekend.
Everyone is walking around the garages and motorhome with a smile on their faces, myself included. Even if my fingers shake every time I see Zak Brown, or if my heart rate picks up when he looks over Daniel and I--with whom I have kept the contact very minimal.
Yet there's a smile on my face. Because the team is first in the Constructors standings and our drivers occupy the first and third place in the Drivers standings.
Imola is the last race before F1 takes a semi-break of a relaxing three weeks. It’s also the first time in the five years I’ve been working in this field that I honestly cannot wait to get back home.
The situation with Daniel is calmer. He doesn’t lash out on me anymore. Well, we barely even talk outside of work-related stuff, so he doesn’t really get the chance to. But we have ridded Zac’s and the media’s attention away from us, something that eases me up a bit.
“Mr. Ricciar—”
“Daniel. Please.” His interruption startles me, certainly not expecting him to still be so caught on with that.
“Alright...Well, Media’s supposed to be more chill, I guess, with us this weekend, so you’ll probably get a breather.”
Daniel nods, but the way his eyes hold no life in them makes me believe he’s not actually paying attention to what I am saying—he is really testing me right now. But I have four days left. Then the Californian sun will beam down on me, and the stress will just be a distant memory. “Anyways, you and Lan will do the Fan Zone after the Ferrari boys and then we have to film some bits for Unboxed and a…”
MOM: Don’t get worried but dad had a mild heart attack last night. Everything is good now, he’s just staying in the hospital for a couple of days.
My breath gets caught in my throat. Air stops going in and out of my lungs. My head gets foggy and just for a second, I swear I will pass out.
Dad?
“Sydney?” I can hear his voice. “Sydney? You okay?” Yeah, he’s here, he’s talking but I can’t really lookup from my phone and no words are coming out of my open mouth.
I keep reading, and reading, and reading the text I just got from my mother.
He’s in the hospital.
Heart attack.
My dad had a heart attack.
Suddenly I feel contact on my jaw and in half a second, I am looking into Daniel’s honey-brown eyes.
“Did you get lost?”
His tone is somehow soft and concerned at the same time, but a chuckle at the end of the question shows me the joking element in his question.
And then suddenly, it dawns on me that I am at work. I rip my face off from Daniel’s fingers and check the time on my phone’s screen. My eyes widen and in a flash I grab the work phone, my notebook and Daniel’s hand and attempt to run towards the Fan Zone.
“Woah, woah. Where are we going? You didn’t answer my question!”
I try to drag him through the motorhome’s hallways, but he’s way too strong, and I am so not, so we don’t move very far.
“We’re late. Work first, questions after.”
“You promise?”
- - - - - - -
He felt the impact from behind. He saw the wall coming. He anticipated the hit. But when it came to it, the pain shocked the air out of his lungs.
He couldn’t move for a while—hours it felt like. Daniel could hear the mechanics roaring in his ear but it seemed impossible to hit the radio button and speak to them.
His body buzzed in complain, it felt like his head would explode and he could barely keep his eyes open.
And the only thing that played like a broken record in rhythm with his speeding heart was simple.
There go 25 points off the Championship.
- - - - - - -
Sydney’s POV
He was leading the race, very comfortably. Charles who was about fifteen seconds behind him on second place was too busy trying to fend off Lando to even think about trying to get to Daniel. The race had about five laps to go, and everything seemed to be doing idyllically for the papaya boys.
Until Sergeant decided to fight Daniel off turn seven. He decided to ignore the blue flags waving at him and instead of letting the McLaren pass, Logan took it upon himself to be the first backmarker to fight for P1.
And with both drivers not letting up, the contact was inevitable.
Only Logan managed to shake it off and finish his race on a wonderful last place, after the ten-second-stop-go penalty he received for ignoring blue flags and causing a collision.
Seeing Daniel walk away from the car was a heavenly relief. My heart could barely cope with witnessing the crash. I don’t know how I’d react if he didn’t make it out on his two feet. The two minutes of pure, terrifying silence on his end before he answered to his engineer were torturous for everyone, including me.
After he made it to the pits after the necessary medical check-ups and talked a bit with everyone, he was dismissed to his driver’s room. I was advised not to approach him any time soon, as his media duties were minimized after such incident.
So I watched Charles win the race in front of the tifosi, Lando take second and Max come third, filmed some content with Lando and head straight to my hotel.
I was not used to seeing such crashes. And knowing that someone I…well, kind of cared about was involved in something like that, just, scared the shit out of me. My thoughts could only go to my brother who was fighting to get where Daniel and everyone in the grid are right now and…
I texted my brother and let him know I loved him. He replied with a thumbs up. It was enough for me.
Then my eyes lingered over another contact I only had because of my job, and only used for my job.
Daniel McLaren
Of course I wanted to text him. Especially after I didn’t see him at all after the crash. He might cause me multiple migraines over the week, but it was still Daniel.
Sorry if I’m bothering. I just wanted to see if you’re alright after today.
It’s Sydney, by the way.
The double text made me cringe, but I rather have that than a “Who is this?” sent my way.
But his answer was way worse than that.
No. Can you come to my hotel?
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beautifully unconventional - part six
pairing: daniel ricciardo x f!singer reader
warnings: zak brown mention, various driver cameos, martin brundle mention, briefest reference to eating/disorded eating, unconfessed feelings, lil bit of hurt comfort at the end????
word count: 6.8k (lol)
summary: daniel ricciardo is famously a music fan. you’re the lead singer of one of his favourite bands. match made in heaven - right?
author’s note: ok yeah. this got long. i feel like it’s a bit all over the place and i might split this off into two further down the line but for now i just wanted to get this out there. there are a few moments i’ve cut as well (domestic slice of life sections, more night out content) which if anyone is DESPERATE for i could be tempted to put together into some kind of one shot if you ask nicely??? this is unbeta’d so please excuse any spelling/grammar errors and as always, any feedback is welcome!! also without sounding beggy, i’d really appreciate likes/reblogs. i don’t think the last part showed up in the tags, so your shares are the only way to spread the word!! regardless, love you all and ENJOY!!
dubai was hot.
might be too hot.
might be.
the line that you were taking was that you and your band were the official guests of the mclaren team for the race weekend, meaning none of you would look out of place hanging around in mclaren hospitality or the garage. daniel had introduced you to some of the more important faces on the team as you’d eaten lunch together on thursday, smiling politely as you shook hands with zak, andreas and tom, to name just a few. it was when his teammate, lando, approached with a cheeky grin however, that you gave daniel a look to almost say okay what does he know?
“hello lovebirds” lando teased, your cheeks flushing immediately.
“quit it, idiot” daniel replied, his tone harbouring the same annoying affection that you’d have for a kid brother, while giving your knee a quick squeeze under the table, a reassurance that he meant no harm.
holding his hands up in innocence, lando simply winked. “okay, okay, pretend i didn’t say anything!”
as lando wanders off, daniel gives your knee another squeeze, making you turn to him with a gentle smile.
“he means well, i promise…”
“i can tell, it’s okay” you say, sighing wistfully as you hold his gaze for a few short moments that feel like centuries before he speaks again.
“i’ve been meaning to mention actually” daniel starts, piquing your curiosity. “i wanted to ask if you wanted to go for dinner tonight with lando and his girlfriend? i went with them at the end of last season but on my own, thought it’d be nice if you came with me this time…”
a pang of nervous excitement hit your tummy at the idea of doing something very coupley in such a public setting. it’s not that that wasn’t what you wanted, it was just yet another step to making things feel more official, while technically you had no idea where you stood on that scale.
“that’d be nice…” there’s a sweet smile on your lips. “as long as i’m not imposing on any kind of tradition…?”
“please - even if you were, i’d still want you there”
god - he always knew exactly what to say.
“okay then” you grinned.
“perfect!” daniel looked like he could practically bounce out of his seat with excitement. “listen, i’m going to be tied up with various media bits and bobs for the rest of the afternoon, so if you want to head back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner later, i can meet you there?”
you nodded.
“perfect, i’ll see you later”
daniel stood up as you spoke, casting a quick glance around the suite before ducking down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, which made you beam.
“bye, love”
—
it was a relatively short drive back to the hotel from the track, and within an hour or so you were back in the hotel room (well, suite) you were sharing with daniel. you’d arrived the previous evening and headed straight up to him, both of you choosing to stay in with a movie, room service and each other for company. you’d both fallen asleep to the film you’d chosen, your recent travel catching up with the pair of you, as well as the comforting sereness that came with simply being together again.
you decided to treat yourself to a long bath seeing as you had time to kill, taking advantage of the extra large hotel tub. once squeaky clean, you relished in time being on your side, hooking up your phone to the room’s sound system and playing some of your favourite music while beginning to get ready for the evening. hair was teased and make-up applied as you bopped along to the tunes, only just hearing the click of the hotel room door opening and closing a few hours later, signalling daniel’s return.
“you having fun there, babe” he grinned, watching you use your hairbrush as a microphone as you gave a particularly dramatic rendition of ‘will you still love me tomorrow?’ by amy winehouse.
“so much fun” you returned his grin, watching as he dropped his backpack and flopped back onto the bed.
“i just need to shower and chuck a shirt on and i’ll be good to go - lando said table’s booked for 7pm”
a quick glance at your phone let you know it was just coming up to 5.
“perfect”
—
you hadn’t known it as you’d walked into the restaurant together (hand in hand, of course), but the evening you had was quite literally, relationship-defining.
daniel had kept your hand in his from the moment you’d left your hotel room to the moment you’d sat down at the restaurant, keeping you close even as he drove. you’d attempted to scold him for driving carelessly, but he’d just told you he didn’t care with a kiss to your knuckles.
as you’d approached the table, you’d spotted lando and luisa were already there and they stood up to greet you as you got closer.
“lando, luisa, hi..” daniel was practically glowing. “lando you’ve already met, but i wanted to introduce you both to my girlfriend…”
you breath caught in your mouth and you were sure your heart had stopped beating for a second but you didn’t care. the dreams of domesticity you’d been having since that first night in the hotel in austin had just taken a huge step forward - sure, it could have been a conversation you’d had between the two of you first, but the sheer adoration in his eyes as he’d turned to look at you told you everything you needed to know without words. you’d let out a short happy laugh, as you’d turned to hug both lando and luisa, before sitting down, conversation flowing between the four of you as if you did this every week. just another thing in the long list of occurrences that just felt right.
when you got back to the hotel later that night, you couldn’t help but grin at daniel as he kicked off his trainers and grabbed a water from the minibar. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he’d turned to you, a similar grin lacing his lips.
“what?”
“i’m your girlfriend, huh?” you asked, expression unchanging.
“yeah - i mean, if you want to be. it just kind of came out. felt right, you know? i probably should have asked-”
you shut him up with a kiss.
—
daniel had left early the next morning to make sure he not only got to the track in plenty of time, but also to keep as much distance between your respective arrivals as possible. it felt a little odd that you were both still so concerned with keeping your relationship underwraps just hours after officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend (to each other, lando and luisa at least) but you both maintained that you were doing this on your respective terms. besides, it felt nice to live in your little bubble of romance without anyone else to interfere.
when you’d arrived at the track later on that morning, you’d headed straight for the mclaren suite where you planned on remaining for the rest of the day. there was no way you were missing any of the action with the sheer number of screens around showing the various TV feeds, but it kept you out of the way of any curious eyes or cameras. during fp1 you sat, drinking your coffee in small, nervous sips, watching your boyfriend whiz around the tarmac. something about being there, being able to hear the roar of the engines just a few metres away compared to seeing him on the television at home made the excited yet terrified butterflies in your stomach take flight with an increased ferocity.
as the session came to an end your phone buzzed with a text from one of your bandmates. they’d taken to the fanzone en masse and you were greeted with a video of one of them attempting to race in a sim - it was not going well. you chuckled to yourself as you watched, taking particular pleasure in the way they’d chosen to 1v1 a computerised version of daniel. you only looked up at the sound of a pair of familiar aussie voices heading your way, glancing up to see daniel and michael wandering through, daniel’s race suit tied around his waist while michael carried his helmet. a grin lit up your face which was quickly reciprocated as daniel ducked down to give you a fleeting kiss.
“how did that feel?” you asked, rolling your eyes fondly in anticipation as you watched his face crease in excitement at the potential to make a stupid joke. “practice, smart arse, not the kiss”
“god you know me so well already” daniel replied. “it was good, everything felt good”
you nodded, pleased to hear that so far your presence wasn’t a jinx.
“i’m going to be pretty busy between now and the end of the day” he continued, ducking again to press a kiss that almost felt apologetic to the top of your head.
reaching for his hand, you gave it a quick squeeze, your brows furrowed slightly.
“that’s fine, i’m all good, don’t worry about me. just be careful”
before he could reply, he was beckoned over to one of the meeting rooms by an engineer who’s name you hadn’t caught. flashing you another quick grin, he made his way inside, no doubt to start a debrief on how that first practice session had gone. michael had been watching your brief interaction.
“you’re good for him” was all he said with a wry smile before wandering off himself towards daniel’s driver's room.
you let the words sink in, your face a picture of pure contentment as you took your phone again, sending a quick message off to your band to find out where they’d got up to - you may as well kill some time with them between the sessions after all.
—
fp2 went smoothly, as fp1 had before it, and it felt like you had barely blinked and you were back at the track as daniel prepared himself for qualifying the next day. you were in the hallowed ground that was his motorhome, curled up on the small sofa as he went through a stretching routine with michael. it was a true battle against temptation not to simply sit and watch as he limbered up, so you distracted yourself. a scroll through instagram here, a reply to a tweet there, enough to make your glances over appear as just that - glances. while you didn’t want to distract him, you also didn’t want to provide any teasing material for him either.
the next thing you knew, daniel had plopped himself onto the sofa next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders on instinct and pulling you into his side, attacking your head with what felt like a million and one little kisses. giggling, you settled against him, twisting to look up at him with a, quite frankly, besotted smile.
“what’s that all about, hm?” you asked, not particularly caring what the answer was.
“i’m just excited” he beamed, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly on the lips. “do you want to watch in the garage today?”
you felt yourself goldfishing. almost as if he could read your mind, he carried on.
“you’ll be out the way of the cameras, i promise, you can stick with michael towards the back - just want my good luck charm that little bit closer, is all”
who would you be to deny him that?
—
the weight of the ear defenders over your ears shouldn’t have felt unfamiliar - you spent a good portion of your professional time with some kind of headphones on in the studio - but these were different. the noise was substantially dulled, but you could still hear the thumping of your heart against your ribcage as daniel consistently found himself amongst the faster times as session progressed, fingernails digging into your palms as you watched the time remaining in Q3 tick down.
as daniel crossed the line for his final lap, he sat in 6th. he seemed to effortlessly glide through the chicane section at the start of the track and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watched his sector 1 time turn green - somehow, by a couple of tenths. the lap went on, daniel picking up valuable marginals in the straights. as he approached the finish, you could barely look. the next thing you knew, the mclaren garage were cheering loudly at the fact he’d secured p3.
holy shit.
you give michael’s arm a quick squeeze in excitement before slipping off your orange headset and practically skipping through the paddock towards daniel’s drivers room, not caring how long you could be sat waiting as he goes through the rigmarole of media and debriefs. in the end, it’s not as long as you thought, your face illuminated with pride as he nips inside to freshen up before heading to the media pen. you throw your arms around him, pulling him in close to plant a full kiss on his lips.
“i’m so bloody proud of you, sweetheart”
daniel just grins, kissing you again as he takes the mclaren cap from his own head, putting it on yours.
“gonna need you at every race next year at this rate” he teases.
“you know i would if i could” you reply, with a tiny pout.
“i know, babe, i know”
he kisses you again.
of course he knew.
—
standing on the grid the next day, you felt decidedly out of place. you and your bandmates stood simply taking in the hustle and bustle of the various teams making their final preparations for the race ahead. not only was it the closest you’d been to the chaos all weekend, but some of the other famous faces you were clocking had your head spinning - compared to the likes of tom cruise and neymar, you were practically nobodies. your palms were sweaty and it wasn’t because of the heat of the dubai early evening - you were nervous.
no matter how much you tried to keep your head down, you felt your stomach jolt as you heard the recogniseable sound of martin brundle pulling you for a chat. plastering on a casual smile, you turned to face the music.
you brushed off his questions with relative ease - who are you supporting? oh, mclaren invited us! what are you looking forward to? just an exciting, safe race! here with your band? yeah, taking a break from recording! big f1 fan? i’m getting there!
it was all going well until he caught you.
if you had to pick your favourite, would it be daniel or lando?
you didn’t need a mirror to know you’d gone bright pink.
“oh! i - um - they’re both really nice, how am i meant to pick?” you were a fool if you thought you’d be getting away with that one. he egged you on to choose. “honestly, i think they’re both great but if you’re making me choose just one - i’m going to have to go with daniel. give him the right car and he’d win you a championship” you said, resolute conviction in your voice.
martin simply nodded, convinced with your answer and wished you a good evening before moving onto his next victim on the grid. you breathed a sigh of relief, bringing a hand up to your cheek, feeling the warmth that emanated from there. you might have believed it had come across as innocent, but you weren't sure if the cameras would.
it wasn't long before you were being ushered away from the grid and back into the safe confines of the mclaren garage, where you donned the same orange ear defenders as the day before and settled in to watch the action.
as the lights went out you practically screamed as daniel made a good start, effortlessly weaving around checo who was starting from second, cementing his position there instead. regardless of the fact that there were 58 laps still to go, you felt like a giddy child at the funfair. this was the closest daniel had been to leading all season, and even if he didn’t managed to snatch the win, this was still a mega achievement.
the laps came and went, and there was a brief portion of the race when lewis, who was leading, pitted, letting daniel take the lead - however he hadn’t yet pitted himself so it didn’t last all that long. just seeing his name right at the very front again though, filled you with a cautious optimism for the next year.
at the chequered flag, you found yourself feeling emotional at the sheer joy surrounding you in the garage. not only were the team chuffed that daniel had managed to hold onto second place for pretty much the entire race, but lando had made his way into third with some late race overtaking as checo’s engine gave up the ghost. there were shrieks of happiness outside too, as lewis finally got his hands on his 8th world championship. a good day at the office all round.
next thing you know, you’re being half led, half dragged through the pitlane towards the podium ceremony by michael and some of the media team.
“he’d want you there” michael muttered into your ear, only just about audible over the cacophony of noise. you simply nodded, smiling as you squirmed your way through to the front of the barriers to get the best view. it reminded you of a music festival, how you’d weave in and out of people to get a glimpse of your favourite band - only in this case, it was the man you were quickly realising you were in love with. as he made his way out onto the second step, you cheered as loudly as you could, clapping excitedly as he was presented with his trophy and champagne. he spotted you after a few seconds, and you were sure you weren’t imagining the way his eyes seemed to be searching for someone - searching for you. you quickly snapped a few pictures on your phone during the national anthems before filming the carnage that was the champagne spraying between the three drivers.
before you could react, daniel was leaning over the barrier, shouting down to you. you looked up expectantly, only to squeal as he somehow managed to spurt a burst of champagne in your direction, coating you in the fizzy alcohol. you were almost certain that that was going to have been captured on camera. if you weren’t so bloody happy you’d have probably worried about how you’d play that one off, but in that very instant, you didn’t give a monkeys.
—
the rest of the night could only be loosely defined as pure chaos. when the hysteria from the podium ceremony eventually calmed down, you found yourself back in daniel’s motorhome. you knew he was going to have god knows how many interviews and media responsibilities to fulfil before he was truly free for the night, but he’d been switched on enough that morning to suggest you take a change of clothes and whatever you’d usually need to get ready for a night out to the track with you, so that you could both head out to the various end of season parties from there.
after managing to swindle a bottle of champagne from the mclaren hospitality suite, you were steadily making your way through it as you redid your makeup, spritzing an unhealthy amount of dry shampoo through your hair in an attempt to get rid of your drenching from earlier. the last three and a bit months had been a whirlwind, but you wouldn’t have changed them for the world. in the end, daniel took about two hours to finally make his way back to you, bounding his way inside before pulling you in tight and kissing you excitedly. you giggled into the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds.
“i’ve literally just redone my make up” you teased, grinning at the smear of lipstick that now sat on his lips.
“well do it again - i just needed to kiss my good luck charm”
you rolled your eyes and he took the hint, giving your backside a cheeky squeeze before grabbing his change of clothes that hung up in the lounge (if you could call it that) and making a dive into the shower.
“i swear i’ll be like 15 minutes!” he called from inside the tiny bathroom, ample time for you to retouch your face again.
once he was done, it didn’t take long for him to lead you back through the track compound, heading towards some of the yachts in the marina.
“there’s a team party in one of the sponsor’s yachts - reckon i should show my face there for a little bit but then the world is our oyster, my darling” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he did.
“i’ll go wherever you go, my liege” you teased back, leading him to squeeze your hand and pull you in closer to his side.
“thank god”
in the end, it was the only party you’d ended up going to. the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time. lando had somehow managed to convince some of the other drivers to join him - you were sure you recognised alex and charles at the very least. why they were there instead of with their own teams was anyone’s guess, but no one seemed to bat an eyelid. you and daniel danced as if no one was watching, your arms laced around his neck while he kissed your face (quite literally) all over. the bar never seemed too far away, either.
at one point, the music dropped, and andreas took to the makeshift stage by the DJ booth to make a brief speech. daniel pulled you back against his front, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you securely. you leaned back into him, fingertips grazing gently over his arms, almost subconsciously. you listened intently, heart full of affection for all those around you, beaming with sheer pride as the topic switched to the man at the top of your list. it was apparent just how much he meant to andreas and - well - the team members present at the party at least, especially after a tricky season. you twisted slightly to look up at him, your heart close to bursting at the sight of unshed tears in his eyes. all it took was a glance back down at you for him to blink, and let a couple run down his cheeks, which you quickly kissed away. eventually, you turned fully in his arms so that you could hold him, letting him sway you gently as the speech wrapped up.
the music kicked back in but you made no effort to move.
“wanna grab a seat for a bit?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was alright before cracking on with the rest of the night.
“sounds good”
linking your hand with his, you made your way across the yacht to a cushioned seating area on the deck, just far enough away from the main party area to allow for normal conversation - at least one that wouldn’t require shouting to be heard. as you sat down, he immediately pulled you against him and placed a kiss to the top of your head.
“you alright, love?” you questioned, voice soft as you sat contentedly.
“yeah - yeah i’m good” daniel replied, giving you a little squeeze. “just started thinking about what a year it’s been, all the shit parts but all the good parts too - and the blessings that have come my way” he added with a tiny, yet happy smile down at you.
“am i a blessing?” your eyes were twinkling.
“you most certainly are” he replied before leaning down to kiss you. it was slow but purposeful, almost as if he was trying to say something through the way your lips moved together.
as he pulled away, he asked you a question which took you by surprise.
“come home with me for christmas?”
you felt your stomach drop in disappointment. god, you wanted to go with him. you didn’t want to be away from him for too long for as long as possible during the winter break, but jetting off to the other side of the world with him was logistically out of the question. you thought you’d kept your face neutral, but from the sad smile he was giving you, it must have been far from it.
“i want to dan - i really want to - but i ca-”
“you can’t” he finished your sentence for you.
“i’m sorry, baby. i genuinely can’t. the label’s booked us a huge chunk of studio time over the next few months to work on our next album, and i’ve already made arrangements with my family for christmas - i’ve paid for us all to celebrate in the countryside for some peace and quiet” you added with a little huff of a laugh, even though nothing was particularly funny.
“it’s okay - bit last minute on my behalf anyway” the smile on his lips had a tinge of sadness to it, but you could tell it wasn’t aimed at you.
“little bit” you replied, before placing a quick peck to his lips. “when do you fly home? as in - australia home?”
“little over two weeks, why?”
“come and stay with me until you go? you’ll be close enough to woking, you can bring that bolognese sauce round, we can do lots of christmassy things… what do you say?”
his kiss was the only answer you needed.
your earlier urge to party the night away had been dampened, as the day caught up with you, alongside your mutual disappointment at your impending separation. after finishing your drinks, you said your goodbyes to the team and made your way back to your hotel, choosing to spend the night with each other for company. that was enough.
—
you’d flown back to london the next day, daniel not needing to take part in any end of season testing. you’d headed back to your place by yourself initially, letting daniel drop by his to pick up some bits and bobs (as well as his famous pasta, which you both shared that night). everything felt so domestic as you washed the dishes together, pouring each other glass after glass of wine as you settled down in front of the tv to watch some mindless drivel, while planning the next few days.
you planned a trip to the natural history museum - not to explore the exhibits, but to ice skate one evening. both of you were bundled up, daniel especially, in an attempt to keep your identities on the downlow. despite it only being late november, the rink’s huge christmas tree was illuminated, twinkly lights casting a gorgeous glow across the space. neither of you were particularly good, but you weren’t complaining, as it led to tightly gripped hands, arms around each other's waists to steady yourselves, and lots of giggles.
after your time on the ice had finished, you both headed straight for the van selling hot drinks, both of you going for a hot chocolate (with all the trimmings of course). you knew it was a recipe for disaster - the disaster being daniel’s nose ending up covered in fluffy whipped cream after the smallest of sips. you barked out a laugh, causing him to look at you with a bewildered gaze, before he realised what was going on as you beckoned him over.
“come here you silly mare…” you taunted with a sweet smile, as you swiped your thumb across the bridge of his nose to get rid of the majority of the mess before planting a kiss to the tip. “there we go”
with that, he dipped ever so slightly to kiss you, the way you both tasted of chocolate and sprinkles making the experience even more saccharine. as he pulled away, he took his phone from his pocket.
“stay right there” he ordered, as he snapped a few brief shots of you and your ridiculous drink. he was so quick to take them that you didn’t have time to pose, simply providing him with intimate, candid shots of you realising what he was doing. you were laughing in one of them while looking directly at him. that quickly became his new lockscreen.
—
another day was spent with him accompanying you to a studio session. you’d spent the car ride there (he drove - of course) practically giving him a get out of jail free card to not come. studio days weren’t always fun and full of music. sometimes you’d simply be sat around for hours on end while the sound engineers got take after take of a guitar solo or drum break down. not to mention half of your next album wasn’t even written yet, which naturally proved problematic when it came to recording it.
he brushed it off every time.
“babe you’ve just spent four days in the fucking desert watching me go round a race track literally hundreds of times. this is nothing”
it made your brain whir with affection.
there was no surprise that your prediction for the day was partly true. there was a lot of sitting about doing nothing, but it was far from boring. daniel chatted away to your band, the engineers, the studio staff, all of them as if they were old friends. sure, he’d met your bandmates a handful of times now, but the casual familiarity he seemed to spur with everyone he met, was just another thing to add to your list of ‘reasons why i’m falling in love’.
it was around mid-afternoon when inspiration suddenly struck out of nowhere. you grabbed your notepad and pen and started scrawling a rough draft of some lyrics, before moving over to the piano in the room to tinkle out a basic melody. you watched as your bandmates' heads lifted, moving to their various instruments to join in with your impromptu jam session.
before you knew it, the song was taking shape, and you gave the guys in the booth a nod to start recording a first take that you could share with your label, before flashing daniel a smile as if to say - listen carefully.
and he did.
‘A few days pass since I last saw you
And you've taken over my mind
I'm retelling jokes you made that made me laugh
Pretending that they're mine
I wanna tell the whole world about you
I think that that's a sign
I'm losing self-control and it's you
It really is, 1000 times’
you hadn’t quite got the ending nailed, but as you tailed off the recording you all shared a look, knowing deep down that you had a song on your hands, and a good one at that. with a grin, you looked through the glass window to daniel, who was looking back at you with what could only be described as pixar character eyes. you laughed happily to yourself as you grinned back, making a mental note that he’d figured out that maybe, just maybe, those lyrics were about him.
you don’t speak about it though. not then, anyway.
the next morning, as you lay in bed together, you broke the news to daniel that you needed to go food shopping. initially, he shrugged - not understanding the big deal. panic set in on his end however when you grinned, sitting up so that you could manoeuvre yourself to be sat on his lap, thighs on either side of his hips.
“i’m driving though” you announced.
his eyebrows shot up in alarm.
“pardon?”
“i’m driving. we couldn’t fit a bag of shopping in the boot of your car, never mind a food shop for the next week! we’ll take my car and i’ll drive it, we’ll be fine”
“i don’t even know what you drive”
you bit down on your grin.
“it’s in the garage, i’ll show you after breakfast”
around an hour and a half later, you were stood by your car in the garage, watching with a pout as daniel was bent over, half laughing, half crying.
“is that - is that a - you drive a -” he couldn’t get the words out.
“a fiat 500? yes, yes it is”
“i did not have you down as a fiat 500 driver” he was still giggling.
“it’s a good car! she’s called betty boop. i’ve never really needed to drive far so she does exactly what i need, perfectly well thank you” you snapped, mostly teasing as you sauntered over to him and snatched the keys from his hands.
holding his hands up in mock defence, he admitted defeat. “okay, okay! you can drive miss boop, it’s fine”
it wasn’t fine. you only realised the reason he wanted to drive was because he was the most annoying passenger. from dramatically checking that the road was clear at every junction you approached, to putting the handbrake on for you as you came to a stop, he was doing practically everything possible to get on your last nerve and you don’t think he even realised. as you pulled into the car park of the waitrose, you turned off the ignition and chucked the keys into his lap.
“fine. you can drive home”
his joyful cheer was deafening - and somehow made your annoyance melt away.
—-
there was an air of unspoken sadness on your last night together. you’d put a christmas film on tv but neither of you were really paying attention, instead preferring to bask in the familiar quiet as you sat in his arms on the sofa. you held one of his hands in yours and played with it - bending his fingers, tracing yours across his palm, running your fingertips along the lines of his tattoos - anything to keep hold of him.
eventually you spoke up.
“is it selfish that i don’t want you to go?” you asked, sad eyes meeting his own.
“only as selfish as me wanting you to say fuck it, and come with me”
you smiled at that, the way the both of you wanted anything but the separation that was to come.
“i know you’ve not even left yet, but when will you be back over here? or back in monaco at least?”
he did the mental maths, face screwing up slightly in thought. “probably second week of january? third at the latest. mid-january-ish”
a soft sigh. “so a month-ish then?”
“yeah, something like that” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.
you quickly swallowed down a lump in your throat, not wanting to cry or ruin the moment.
“i’m really going to miss you, dan” you said, your voice barely a whisper.
at that he stopped you from toying with his hand and instead linked your fingers, squeezing tightly.
“i’ll be back before you know it - besides the time difference isn’t that bad”
“i suppose…” you sighed again. “call me when you’re going to bed? i promise i’ll answer if i can”
“only if you call me when you’ve woken up” he grinned, though there was still a hint of sadness behind his eyes.
“deal”
with that, you turned in his arms to kiss him, slowly, so that you could savour each and every moment. you stayed like that for most of the night, laying on his chest, kissing every now and then, murmurs of affection and sweet nothings being exchanged between the two of you. at some point you must have nodded off, as next thing you knew you were being carried up the stairs to bed.
“hi…” you mumbled sleepily, tucking your head in against him.
“bed time, sleepyhead”
you nodded and did little to fight off the sleep that was fast returning. you were half aware of him taking your socks off, leaving you in his hoodie and shorts as he tucked you into the covers, before slipping into beside you and gathering you up in his arms. you were sure you heard a soft ‘good night beautiful’ before you were fast asleep again.
the following morning is similar to the night before. you’re both awake before the alarm’s gone off, choosing to stay enveloped in each other for as long as you can. eventually he gets up, mumbling something about needing a shower as his lips brush against yours. you nod, hearing the water turn on in your bathroom before deciding to get up yourself.
heading downstairs, you decide that you may as well start making some breakfast for the two of you. there was about an hour before daniel had to leave, and as he’d been living out of his suitcases for the last two weeks, packing was already done and dusted. flicking the radio on, you started whisking together some scrambled eggs. you were quite happy simply pottering about in the kitchen, the process of cooking a welcome distraction from the impending departure, until you noticed the song playing on the radio.
‘i remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year’
it’s enough to break the dam on the tears you’d been holding back for what felt like the last day. tears slipped over your cheeks, and you made no effort to wipe them away, sniffling to yourself as you made yourself carry on with the breakfast preparation.
“oh, christmas music!” came a voice from the doorway, which made you jump, turning to face him out of instinct.
he clocked your face straight away, his own twisting in what could be described as devastation.
“oh baby, come here…” he said, arms outstretched, which you stepped into within seconds. you cried softly, no doubt leaving tear stains on his t-shirt.
“i’m sorry, i just - gonna be so quiet without you here”
“you’ll be surprised how loud i can be from thousands of miles away, love” he murmured, smiling gently down at you as he pressed his forehead against yours.
you sniffed a laugh. “somehow, i don’t doubt that”
he took over breakfast duties from you after that, promising that despite past evidence suggesting otherwise, he could actually scramble eggs. you didn’t protest, happy to watch for as long as you could.
you ate together - which was more like daniel eating, and you pushing yours around your plate, appetite long gone.
“promise me you’ll eat something when i’ve gone?” he says, eyes watching with concern.
“i will - just never really liked eating after crying”
the minutes then seemed to fly by much more quickly than you’d wanted, and you were stood in the hallway, watching him make his final checks before heading out. you’d decided a few nights previously when you first discussed his arrangements for going home that you wouldn’t go to the airport with him. it was peak christmas travel season, meaning the airport would be busy and it wasn’t worth the risk of being spotted, no matter how valuable the extra few minutes together.
“you all good?” you asked, silently, selfishly wishing that he wasn’t. a missing passport wouldn’t go amiss right now.
“yeah, everything present and accounted for”
fuck.
“well…” you started, before you were being pulled into a crushing hug.
“you are so, so, special to me, i hope you know that…” daniel consoled, rocking you slightly from side to side.
“it’s mutual, babe…” you replied with a watery laugh.
“good” he smiled that trademark smile that could light up a room - god you were going to miss him. “i uh - i’ve left you a christmas present under the tree, but you’re not allowed to open it until christmas day”
you managed a grin in reply.
“well i snuck one into your case the other day, so that’s mutual too”
he laughed, giving you another squeeze, and a quick kiss before pulling away and gathering his bags.
“i’m not saying bye, by the way, this isn’t bye. i’ll probably talk to you later anyway” it was almost as if he was trying to rationalise the situation to himself. this wasn’t that bad. it was only a month away. you’d spent the first few months together only seeing each other fleetingly and relying on calls and texts. somehow, though, this felt different. the last two weeks had given you both a taste of what things could be like, and now you didn't want to give it up for love, nor money.
“okay then. i’ll talk to you later” you said, pressing up onto your tiptoes to give him one last kiss which he happily returned.
then, he was out the door, halfway down your garden path before you called out to stop him.
“daniel!”
he turned to look at you over his shoulder.
i love you, your mind said.
“text me when you land okay?”
double fuck.
---
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