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multifandomgirl08 · 6 months

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Stones To Throw At My Creator [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad! Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: He wasn't his father. He would never raise Nico like that.

Warning(s): Angst, Mention of past trauma caused by a parent, Jos Verstappen (just him, in the second half), Max and Jos have a verbal confrontation

A/N: Title from the song Bother by Stone Sour. This song was on one of my playlists and I couldn't help but think of Max while listening to it. I don't normally tackle heavy issues, but I couldn't get the idea of Max wanting to comment about his father's parenting now that he is going to be a parent (again). Totally me rambling but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

This part and the following part of Mini Verstappen are going to be heavy in terms of the subject. Luckily after the next part, it'll be the second to last time we hear about Jos in this series.

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It was one of the odd weekends that Max had off. Nico had a karting race that weekend, and Max made sure that he had been there given how many he had already missed.

“I only got fourth.” Nico blubbered, with his head slumped against his chest.

“You can’t win them all Nico.” Max insisted.

“But you win almost all of your races.” The little boy remarked.

While Max enjoyed winning when he was racing, he didn’t want Nico to feel like he had to strive to be amazing behind the wheel at such a young age. Nico was still learning and wasn’t going to be competing until he was older. He shouldn’t be thinking about winning races all the time. He was just a child.

“Yes I do, but there was a time when I didn’t. Winning isn’t everything. You need to focus on being a good driver first before winning anything. Especially when you have a team of people who are working alongside you.” He explained.

Nico knew how important the team was when Max was on the track, it was hundreds of people working to improve the car. It was never just Max at the end of the day. Max didn’t want to push Nico like his father had pushed him. There were times when Max felt he couldn’t handle the pressure his father was putting on him and he didn’t want Nico to ever feel like that.

Over the last year that Nico had been karting, Max had made his peace with it. This was what Nico wanted. So Max would support him even if he didn’t want his son to pursue being in motorsports.

After having spent so many years away from his father’s influence, with only his son and a nanny to take care of him for the first few years. It made Max think about the way that he was raised, how his father had conditioned him to have a very particular mentality when he was on the track and that was great when he was driving for Red Bull, but it wasn’t how he wanted to raise his son. He didn’t want his child to feel like he had to put aside the other things that he cared about for karting.

Nico would one day be his own person, he didn’t have to have the same aspirations that his father had for him growing up. He wanted Nico to enjoy karting while he was still young, he didn’t want to make it about winning for him. When he was older and decided that it was something that he wanted, then maybe… maybe he could be there to encourage Nico to pursue racing. He didn’t want to force it on him.

“But I like winning. It’s fun.” Nico muttered mostly to himself.

Max let out a deep breath.

He wanted to push Nico to do great when he was driving but he never wanted to take it to the extremes of his father.

He helped Nico pack up all of his things before going and meeting Y/N at the car.

“How about,” He offered up as they walked to the car. “We can work on you winning but when it’s not fun anymore I want you to tell me.”

He knew it wasn’t the perfect thing to offer up but it was better than what he had gone through growing up. He never wanted his son to resent him the way he did his father.

“Okay.” Nico nodded up at him. “Does that mean that we can fix the su…spen…sion? I think there is something wrong with it.”

Max couldn’t help but lightly smile.

“After dinner, we can go into the garage and take a look.” Max normally kept Nico out of the garage when he was working on Nico’s kart. He didn’t want his little fingers anywhere near it just in case something went wrong.

Max saw Y/N before she saw him. She was loading her bag into the back seat of the car while holding her growing belly. Baby Verstappen #2 was growing by the day.

When Y/N told him that she was pregnant he had been scared, he throught that he would have more time racing before they had kids together. Max hadn’t been around when Nico’s birth mother was pregnant with him, and he wanted to be able to experience all of it this time around.

His wife had been at ease with the idea, telling him that there was nothing stopping them from giving Nico a sibling, he was already an amazing dad and adding another one to the family would only further prove that. He had believed her, and now that Y/N was pregnant he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

Max moved all of Nico’s karting things into the trunk of the car and closed it once everything was put away. He made his way to the front of the car, reaching for his wife’s waist.

"Hi, mijn leeuwin." He muttered.

"Hello." She replied before he pulled her in and kissed her letting his hand rest on the growing bump.

“Eww.” He heard from Nico.

Max pulled away long enough to laugh at his reaction. Although their son was used to all of the affection that he showed Y/N it was only recently that Nico started to find it gross.

Y/N carefully reached down and kissed Nico on the cheek.

“No, Mama,” Nico said after he squirmed away wiping off her kiss with the sleeve of his jacket. Nico was still as attached to Y/N as ever but there were little things that showed Max how quickly Nico was growing up.

They had just finished dinner, Max was clearing the table insisting that Y/N relax on the couch with Nico. He didn’t want her walking around more than usual.

There was a knock on the front door, they weren't expecting visitors.

“I’ll get it,” Max said abandoning the table for the door. It was a short walk, him then turning the lock of the door, and a small pull to see his father. Max froze where he stood. What was he doing here?

“Who’s at the door, baby.” He heard.

“No one, just someone who’s at the wrong house.” He said looking directly at his father. Max was quick to reach for his keys. He wasn’t going to invite his father inside. He didn’t want him here.

“Be right back.” Max hollered into the living room.

He pushed his father away from the front door before closing it behind him.

“What are you doing here?” He yelled in Dutch.

“Can’t I visit my family?” Jos had asked.

Max said nothing back to that. Jos knew that they had stopped being his family a long time ago.

“I don’t want you anywhere near my son.” Jos was trying to be civil, but Max didn’t want to be civil. He just wanted him gone from his life like he had been for the last 5 years.

“I’m his grandfather.”

“No, you’re the man that made me realize how I don’t want to raise my son.” He knew those words would cut deep, that was the intention. And he already has a grandfather in Christian, why would he need you? He wanted to add but didn’t.

Jos Verstappen wasn’t his father, they may share blood and a name but nothing else. He wanted nothing to do with him.

When Max was younger he never had to courage to stand up to his father, but after Nico came into his life he realized that he now needed to put Nico before him. After he started dating Y/N, got married, and found out that she was pregnant it made him aware that one day he would see his father and would need to stand up to him and tell him how he felt after all those years.

“What about my other grandchild?”

Max closed his eyes at those words. He never wanted him to know that Y/N was pregnant.

“You didn’t think I would find out?” Jos half questioned.

“I knew that you would eventually find out. I just never expected you to show up at my home with my family here.”

“I’m your family.”

“How can you claim to be my family when you tried to keep my son from me?” Jos never wanted him to know that he had a son. It wasn’t in his plans to make him a champion. Even if Nico wasn’t in his life, he knew he would eventually achieve that goal despite Jos always telling him that he would amount to nothing.

Becoming world Champion meant so much more given that he got to share those dreams with Nico.

“I did it for you, for your career.”

His career? That was his reason. Almost getting frostbite on his fingers as a child, being punched in the face after a race, being left at a gas station in the middle of knowhere. Was that for his career? He could think of more incidents that Jos would claim were “for his career”.

Jos Verstappen’s coaching made him a great driver, but it would have made him a shitty parent in addition to being a horrible husband.

He never wanted to put Y/N through what his mother had to deal with.

“You can claim that it was for my career. But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you near my family.” Max was tempted to bring up getting a restraining order. If he did, he knew right away that Jos would call him weak, spineless, even pathetic. Jos loved to chuck insults at just about anyone, including the man that he called son.

“Max?” He heard coming from the front door. He turned around to see Y/N standing there looking concerned.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Nothing, liefde.” He quickly switched back to English. He didn’t want to alarm Y/N that anything was wrong even with the concern that was shown on her face. “Everything is fine.”

He was trying to be reassuring to her. Hoping that she could tell that he had everything handled and wanted her to go back inside so Nico wouldn’t be left alone in the house.

He could see that Y/N was looking past him to see who was standing there. Y/N never pressured him to talk about his father, even if she was curious about what had led them here.

“Please, go back inside.” He pleaded. He didn’t want her around Jos.

He saw her stand up straighter before making her way back into the house.

He turned back to Jos and saw he met his eyes he could see something in him shift.

“You’ve got a good wife, strong, understanding,” Jos said, and as the words left his mouth he wasn’t sure if he wanted to smile at having Jos be proud of something he chose that wasn’t racing or punch him for talking about Y/N. “Looks like my son has gotten at least one thing right.”

“I’m not your son.” He said. He finally got his father's approval, and now he was quick to realize that he didn’t want it. “Now, please leave. I won’t ask you again.”

Jos didn’t say anything back. He didn’t walk away either at first, but as they stood there Max rooted his feet into the concrete of the driveway. Jos nodded before walking away.

It was strange watching his father walk away. He finally saw that Max had grown up and was his own person. As his father disappeared into the distance, all he could feel was a weight slowly lifting off his shoulders. Almost like it was easier to breathe.

He let himself take some time before he made his way inside the house. As he walked back to the house, it was the first time he felt like he didn’t have to watch over his shoulder.

He opened the door to see Y/N standing there with Nico by her side. He opened his arms for them, wanting them close. He breathed in the scent of her hair, feeling the press of Nico into his other side. He was so grateful for the two of you.

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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secrets out - m.verstappen

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pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy + anxious thoughts + mentions of hookups + instagram au at the end

photo credits: Pinterest

a/n: I’m starting to like max but I’m still a Ferrari girl 🫡 also please do not ever ask me to do a instagram au that was a lot of work and I was sweating because of it I don’t know how some of you can do it!

most friendships between a man and a woman never stay platonic. the key word was most, and unfortunately you fell into that category because for a little over a year your childhood best friend became your fuck buddy.

you’re not sure when it started or how it happened, but it was an evening you wouldn’t forget because it change the trajectory of both of your lives forever.

you could barely be in the same room for long without feeling that sexual magnetic pole pull you from the across the room and under the sheets. you barely had conversations anymore, most of your time consisted of raw passionate sex.

and that’s what’s led you to this moment. sitting on the cold hotel bathroom tile hunched over the toilet. you swore to max it was just the alcohol or food poisoning, but he’s not confident in your answer. not since it’s been two mornings in a row you’ve ended up like this.

“I’ll see you at the paddock?” he leans behind your body, hand pressing against your forehead to check your temperature. he couldn’t afford to get sick, not ahead of the race, and you knew that, but you couldn’t be sick. you have a perfect health record.

“yeah, I’ll be down as soon as I can.” you removed your eyes from the empty toilet bowl and over to him. concern washed over his face, out of all the years he’s known you, he’s never seen you so down bad before.

you sent him a fake smile that was supposed to confirm your words, but all it did was worsen his anxiety. he couldn’t leave you, but he had a job to deliver and despite him wanting to take care of you, you wouldn’t allow him to. not with an important race on the line.

“go, I promise I’ll be there.”

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Isa helped you look presentable ahead of joining the Red Bull garage. she had heard from the grapevine that you weren’t feeling well, and when she arrived to your room she began getting you in the right direction to get up and go to the paddock.

isa was the only one who knew that you and max had been seeing each other beyond your friendship. many drunk moons ago you had admitted to your feelings and to your situationship (if it was even that) to her and she’s since then never told a soul.

“a stomach bug? we both ate the same thing yesterday? are you sure it’s not something else?” she’s whispering at this point, she knows the media’s presence was intense and they could pick up on anything and tell the public with a simple tweet. the internet was already suspicious of you and max, and hearing you both discuss illness could add more to the table.

“what else could it be? it’s been going on for two days now.” your eyes flickered around you hearing cameras shutter, reporters talking, and team members shuffling along. all it took was for one person to stop at the same time Isa did for you.

“have you thought about being pregnant?” her hands grabbed your arm not allowing you to walk away. she tilts her sunglasses down her nose, you can see she’s serious and not joking around. the thought never crossed your mind.

“I haven’t no, but max and I have been so careful and you know I’m on the pill.” your words are defensive feeling the anxiety rise in your body as you began to think about it. you couldn’t leave the paddock without someone in Monaco recognizing you, and you were damn sure you or her couldn’t buy a pregnancy test without someone finding out.

“you could just be sick, but isn’t it better to be safe and check?” she asks, her head slightly nods in the direction behind you. turning around, you see the Dutchman himself, Red Bull hat and collared shirt on ready for media day.

“I guess so.”

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it’s nearly after midnight when max is sound asleep, and you’re in the bathroom carefully reading the instructions to the pregnancy test Isa had delivered to your hotel room. you’re thankful for whoever ran out to get it, because all day you couldn’t eat without feeling nauseous about being pregnant. you needed to know more than you could imagine.

you could barely think of anything else while you sat on the cold tile awaiting the results. you tried to occupy your mind with social media, games, etc. but your mind kept pulling back to the timer on your phone and the blue stick that sat in front of you.

you’ve had your fair share of pregnancy scares before with max, and he’s never needed to know. you would just take the test, see it’s negative, and then throw it away. but the sudden illness was not helping you ease the burden of possibly being pregnant. it was such a scary thing and so much responsibility, you knew max wasn’t ready, he hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend despite the numerous amount of dates he’s taken you on. being a father was a lot of ask from him.

the bell chimes of your timer quickly pulled you from your thoughts. you flipped the stick over immediately to see what your gut had been telling you the whole time. pregnant.

the pit of your stomach dropped as tears began to stream down your cheeks. how were you supposed to tell him? how were you sure he wanted this? how were you sure you even wanted this? all these things were beginning to add weight to your sobs and eventually max was woken up to the muffled sobs in the bathroom.

“y/n?” he pushed open the bathroom door to reveal you to him. knees shoved against your chest, body shaking as you cried. he slid down beside you pulling you into him. he saw the blue stick sitting on the floor, he didn’t dare to read the results, but he figured your tears were enough to tell him everything he needed to know.

“it’s okay, I’m here.” he says and it’s like you’re five all over again, except you’re not being bullied on the playground, you’re both facing the harsh realities of a years long hookup.

“it’s not okay, max.” you’re trying to push your body away from him, but ultimately fail. you don’t have the strength to do so, your body is tired and you felt safe in his arms. you didn’t want to pull away even if you tried once more.

“why’s it not okay? because you’re pregnant? is that why?” he removes his arms from around you, searching for tissues to wipe your tears. he’s not sure how he feels, but he doesn’t dare let that show to you.

“I know that’s not what you want.”

“not what I want?” he asks pulling away and moving to sit in front of you now. his index finger taps you under the chin to lift your head up from being tucked into your shell, “you are what I want, and being the father to our child is a blessing despite the way it happened.”

“you want to do this with me?” you ask, a little smile peaking onto your lips, he does the same but his is fuller and much more confident than yours, “absolutely.”

“you know that means we have to tell everyone we’ve been secretly seeing each other for awhile.” you can hear your father telling you he has heart failure because of this.

“the reaction on my mothers face will be priceless.”

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cheriladycl01 · 5 months

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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader P2

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronius, you’ve worked your whole life to become an Engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn’t want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as a present father figure.

A/N hope you guys eat this up

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“Max, hey bud” Charles says walking up to Max, patting him on the back. The group formed around Sergio, Dani and Max. All of them wanting to know why Y/N was in the Red Bull garage.

“Hello Charles” Max smiles taking a long sip from his team water bottle.

“So why was mini Wolff sneaking around here, is she with one of you, well more likely Sunshine Boy over here?” Alex asks, hoping for his prediction to be right, obviously thinking Dani to be the most likely choice considering both Max and Sergio were off the market.

“Unfortunately no” Dani sighs dramatically leaning against the wall.

“One of your fine engineers then maybe?” He adds, he wanted to be right. Lily and Y/N were close friends and Lily had admitted that she had been acting strange for the last few months. Kind of like when she has a secret new boyfriend who she thinks her dad won’t approve off, just slightly different. He trusted Lily on her judgements and didn’t think she’d be wrong.

“No, not that we are aware of” Sergio admits, looking between Max and Dani to see if any of them had anything else to admit, but they both kept quiet. George and Lando looked between each other, wondering why else she would be here.

“Well I’m sure Toto won’t mind me telling him his daughter was nearing around the Red Bull garage” George admits, a scowl on his face.

“Don’t tell him” Max says, his husky voice deepening, glaring back at George.

“You can’t stop me, he’s my team principle. I can tell him anything” George retorts, George had a crush on you for back in his Williams days, and the minute he moved closer to you in Mercedes it was even more prominent. Toto had learned of this and forbid him from ever actually doing anything about his feelings for you. So anything that affected you, or something that was a suspected harm to you George would for sure be all over trying to help you.

“Look, if you don’t want to hurt her… like we all know you don’t. Then you won’t stay anything alright” Max says getting all up close to George, before tapping shoulders as he walks off into the hospitality of Red Bull. Sergio and Daniel follow after him leaving the four confused at Max’s odd words.

“What the hell was that about” Lando asks, he knew Max struggled with his anger but there wasn’t exactly anything to be angry about. Lando knew Y/N they were very very close. So the fact that all of this was going on was making his head spin.

“I have no clue, but I think we should talk to her” Alex admitted.

“She isn’t going to talk to us though, not with the way she ran off today” Charles offers.

“This is a job for Lily and Alex” Alex admits knowing how close the three girls were. In their free time on race weekends they’d all go for lunch and out for shopping and often had girlie spa vacations together.

Thursday came around very quickly, and you’d made your way to the Red Bull garage in the early hours of the morning, Christian had been there waiting for you and handed you the team shirt that you would wear while you worked here. You guys had joked about potentially making a campfire so that you could burn your Mercedes gear, but Christian said that that was going a little bit too far.

Now it was halfway through the day, and all the team principles were in a meeting, one that was being held on media day by Sky Sports.

“So Christian have you managed to find anyone to be Max's race engineer for this race that is up to the standard of his last who will be out for a long period of time" Martin Bundle asks.

"We have in fact, are we allowed to have her come up on stage for introductions?" he asks pulling his mic a little closer to him.

"Oh woah, how does Max feel about having a female engineer?" a random reporter from the back shouts, making Christian frown at the question.

"Well, he is sad to see his current engineer go as they have been together for a while now, but he's very welcoming to the idea of having someone new" Christian says, currently Max's PR manager was trying to get you to go up on stage and sit in the seat next to Christian but you pulled your Red Bull cap down, trying to stay as low-key as possibly.

"Y/N come on you have to go there!" she offers trying to get you to go up on stage.

You eventually get pushed up on stage, back to the cameras and the cap completely covering your face. Your head stayed down the whole time before taking your seat.

"Show them" Christian whispers to you, you lift you head up looking at all the reporters in front of you. Camera flashes erupt throughout the room the minute they spot you.

"Is that Y/N Wolff?" One of the reporters asks in shock, making Christian look at you with a proud smile.

"I'm extremely happy and proud to confirm that Y/N Wolff will be joining us as Max Verstappen's engineer until further notice" he beams, pulling you in for a hug.

"Toto? Did you know about this?" Martin asks, looking over to the older male whose face was full of anger, disappointment and betrayal.

"No" he answers bluntly crossing his arms over his chest.

"How do you feel about this?"

"Well, I don't think its good sportsmanship at all, I should have been told about this. I have been betrayed by my own flesh and blood" he sneers looking over at you, your head tilting down.

"And Y/N what made you make this change?"

"Let's just say, Mercedes weren't giving me opportunities, that Red Bull now are" you smile, you stay by Christians side for the rest of the meeting before leaving only to find most of the drivers all waiting for you in a communal area.

"Well done we're proud of you. And i cant wait for testing tomorrow!" Max says pulling you into a hug.

"How could you do this to your dad, he's given you everything" George shouts pushing Max away from her and stepping up to her. Lando and Alex come up either side of him to make sure he doesn't actually do anything to hurt his imagine.

"I - I wasn't happy..." you started but get interrupted by him again.

"What, not happy being a golden child? Not happy being born into wealth and not having too do anything because daddy paid for everything. Not happy that your clothed in designer brands everyday, or that you travel in a private jet all around the world. Is that not enough?" he shouts at her, he kept walking closer and closer to her, backing her up until she was against a wall. All the other drivers followed, Lando even trying to pull George back by his wrist was was flicked off the second there was contact.

"George" Alex starts, not liking how close he was. But with all the commotion and all the shouting, Toto also decided to join the group of drivers surrounding you. Shouting and asking why you'd left Mercedes for Red Bull.

In the state of things your mind couldn't keep up with everything that was being thrown at you, your voice was week as you quality started to beg them to stop. Your hands came up over your ears everything getting too much. Tears were forming in your eyes, and your legs gave out as your back slid down the wall, your shaking form now on the floor.

"EVERYONE BACK UP" you hear as voice shout. Within seconds someone is helping you up, while helping you to walk to the garage.

"Hey hey hey, its okay, its okay" Christian says to you as he holds your shaking body, hugging you tightly to your chest while brushing your hair comfortingly.

"I I" you stutter not not actually be able to breath.

"He shouldn't have said that you, and the others should have done more to stop him. I'm sorry i wasn't there. Max came and got me, I told him to come back here" he explained as you sobbed more into his chest.

The thought of someone who was once your friend turning on you saying such horrible and disgusting things about you, was something you didn't think you'd ever have to experience.

"Maybe he's right though" you said in a small voice.

"No he's not and tomorrow with Max will prove that to you" he smiles, getting up and holding his hand out for her.

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sc0tters · 7 months

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Birthday Do Over | Quinn Hughes

summary: it’s Quinn’s birthday and you can’t held but fuel your need to see him.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing?

word count: 1.53k

authors note: I wasn’t going to write this but when the request came in and it being Quinn’s birthday the opportunity was too great to pass up. Kaylin if you see that I used your answers to my cake questions, surprise? This piece is a lot of flashbacks people so pay attention to the regular italics!

You knew you shouldn’t have been doing this.

But as the three red bulls in your system kept you up you couldn’t help it as you stood in the kitchen baking.

October 14th, Quinn’s birthday and his first since you two were no longer talking.

Surely you should have been fine staying at home enjoying the comfort of your bed but instead you were in the bakery.

Quinn watched you start your dream as you bought the bakery but he never got to watch you fully live out the dream as you two broke up before it opened.

So the cake you made was from your memories of what he liked eating at late hours of the night in your apartment.

Bowls of different icing flavours were in a line “why can’t I try it yet? Quinn complained watching your hand swat his away “because I’m not ready so you need to wait.” You explained in a duh tone.

Over the last week you had been building a menu that had each of your favourite flavours that you had made throughout the years, as well as some new ones and those were what he was meant to try.

Quinn let out a huff causing you to smile “shut your eyes.” You brought your spoon into one of the bowls as the boy listened to you.

His eyes screwed shut as his mouth hung open “let me know what you think of when you taste this.” The spoon dropped a bit of icing onto his tongue causing him to close his mouth.

The sweet flavours melted into his tongue as he moved his arms getting excited “that was delicious.” Quinn announced as he opened his eyes to look at you again.

It made you laugh “that isn’t a flavour,” you shook your head as you sent him a look waiting for an answer “give me a hint baby.” The hockey player pouted as he reached over the counter to bring you to him.

His hands wrapped around your waist as you stood between his legs “it’s this one.” You brought the bowl to his nose but he still couldn’t get it “it’s my take on cream cheese-” the gasp Quinn let out made him sound like a child who just learnt Santa wasn’t real.

You smiled shaking your head “it was cheese!” The American grabbed a spoon again so that he could taste it again.

It was clear that the dials in his brain were turning as he came to terms with it “you make cheese good.” His words made you laugh “you give me too much credit.” You corrected him placing the bowl back on the table.

Quinn brought his hands from your waist to your jaw “don’t think I give you enough at all.” He mumbled running his hand over that bone as you leaned down to kiss him.

Both of you got sucked into it as the world felt like it stopped around you.

But it didn’t and the smoke alarm started going off “shit!” You groaned quickly pulling away from him.

As you whipped your icing you smiled remembering that night in the apartment that you now moved out of with the extra cash you had been making you were able to use to get more space.

It was another reminder of a milestone that Quinn missed yet still it wasn’t out of his own choice.

Part of you should have felt sorry for his neighbours as you two argued for what felt like the twentieth day in a row.

Your hand raked through your messy hair as you tried to remain calm “maybe I should go.” You shrugged avoiding Quinn’s irritated scoff “you always leave when things get fucking tough y/n!” He complained totally unaware of how much smaller you got in that moment.

If you chewed at your cheek any harder you would have drawn blood “look Quinn I love you.” You blurted out as you dug your nails into your palm “but this isn’t working anymore.” The hockey player was your world, that’s what happens when you date someone for three years.

But the reality that the arguments were now outweighing the normal conversations that you two had was weighing on you and the t was no longer at a point where you could act like it wasn’t around anymore “what are you trying to say?” The American knew what you were trying to say but he prayed that this was one time that he was so wrong.

Tears formed in your eyes “this is goodbye Q,” you frowned walking over to him as you pressed your lips against his cheek.

Before Quinn could process that you had left him the door to his apartment shut with a slam.

You were gone.

The final touches always scared you the most. It was like the moments when you screwed here were the ones where you wanted to cry.

Which was why you did a happy dance as Quinn’s birthday message was written out perfectly “perfect!” You smiled placing the piping bag on the table.

Below you sat absolute cake of his dreams, the red velvet cake and cream cheese frosting were complimented by the blue, green and white icing colours that you used.

The gold edible topper balls were for how you saw Quinn. Your shining star that could guide you anywhere.

If you had to find Quinn as a cake you would be looking right at it.

The boy grew impatient as he watched you work “this is an art Quinn.” You explained joy giving him the chance to complain “you put too much pressure on yourself.” You had been tasked with making a cake for Luke’s birthday and you weren’t going to screw this up.

You sent him a look trying to tell him to shut up “I’m trying to make this perfect.” You spoke in a duh tone as you were working on making the icing the perfect shade of red “you could give Luke cake batter and he’d love you.” Quinn’s voice made you laugh as you shook your head.

Luke was definitely the easiest man to impress.

You prayed that Quinn still lived in the same apartment that he was in before the summer. Fears that someone new occupied his home were greater than the ones you held about the ideas of him moving on.

As the sun had barely came over Vancouver you were just grateful that the doorman of the building recognised you because you would have been waiting for hours without him.

It was quiet in the building though as once you stepped into the elevator you hadn’t seen another person. Which is why you thought you were successful in getting to Quinn’s front door unnoticed.

But of course the universe wasn’t going to make your life that straight forward so as you placed the box on his doormat a laugh let you know that you were no longer alone.

Quinn leaned against the wall as he pulled his headphones out of his ears “you’re up early.” He smirked remembering how he could never get you out of bed early.

His bed was warm, and that was your excuse “Quinn!” You groaned reaching out to feel him no longer there “yeah baby?” He smiled seeing your eyes barely open.

Your pout was clear “come back to bed.” You tapped his side of the mattress “I’ve got to get to the rink.” The hockey player sat on your bed next to you as you let your head rest on your pillow once more.

He watched as your breathing slowed once more signalling that you were asleep “I’ll see you soon love.” The boy leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before he quietly tucked you into the duvet letting you bask in the comfort of his beds warmth.

You awkwardly picked the box up “I came to drop this off for you.” You explained turning to show him what you were holding.

Being a hockey player a cake wasn’t something you got in the middle of the season “thank you y/n.” He smiled seeing your cheeks turn red “I should get going.” You sucked at your teeth as you sent him a nod trying to move past him.

Quinn knew that he couldn’t let you leave again “wait,” the hockey player sighed feeling his shoulders grow lighter.

Your nod made him smile “you want to come inside?” Quinn’s offer made him feel nervous as you stayed quiet “I won’t be able to eat this cake by myself and if I get Brock over I won’t get any-” he began to ramble before you cut him off.

The giggle you let out made him go quiet “you know I’ll never say no to cake.” Your confession made him nod as he opened his door “it’s about time we caught up.” The door shut behind you both but this time it wasn’t the end of a chapter.

No this was the start of your second chance, the redo if you will. And this time you two were going to make sure that you didn’t screw it up.

This time was going to count.

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neymarsangel · 9 months

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 4

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Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff ish

Word Count: 3.6K

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The dinner felt like a lifetime and Mick’s teasing didn’t subside and neither did your attitude towards him but after years of media training, you could quickly hide your emotions. Max on the other hand, not so much. If looks could kill then Mick would more indefinitely be dead although, his Mum and Mick’s Mum clearly didn’t pick up on his disgust towards his former friend.

“So y/n,” Mick’s Mum caught your attention as you did your best to ignore her son. “How are your family?” Her smile infected you, she always had that effect on people.

“They’re good although I don’t see them as much as I’d like to. I mainly spend the downtime before another race on my own.”

“y/n!” Gina’s ecstatic voice made you look up from your food. “You haven’t been to the ranch in years, there’s a break before Spain. Come and ride the horses like old times with me!”

“Well if you did you wouldn’t be alone,” Mick spoke.

“Come on y/n, Billy misses you.” Gina referenced her horse. “And I never get to see you anymore.”

You couldn’t say no to Gina. She was a walking bundle of joy no matter where she was. She always had the power to make even the saddest of people smile. “I’ll think about it.” You smiled back at her. “I may see my parents soon, seeing as they don’t come to the races-”

Mick’s Mum suddenly spoke. “They still haven’t attended a race yet?” Her brows arched at her own question.

“Not any since I’ve joined Redbull. They’re just busy all the time and Formula 1 isn’t really their scene.”

“How so?” Gina asked.

“Too many rich people.”

Mick let out a light laugh at your words, his gaze falling to you as he interjected. “Do they know who their daughter is? And the sport she’s in?”

“Well considering I’m never home anymore I’m sure they’re aware.” Your smile was sarcastic as you met Mick’s gaze, something that boiled Max’s blood even more. Knowing the truth behind the two of you he knew Mick was only ever going to taunt you for his own personal gain, anyone that smug didn’t deserve an ego boost.

“Do they still work?” Mick asked despite knowing the answer to his question.

“They do, they won’t let me retire them-”

“Well to me they seem very proud, not the type to scream from the rooftops.” Max quickly butted in, sending a reassuring smile towards you as the words left his lips.

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t scream from the rooftops though,” Despite Max’s attempt to end the conversation about your family, Mick clearly wanted to continue. “It’s not every day someone like you climbs to the top-”

“Someone like me?” Your head snapped to the side, sending a glare towards the blonde. Your actions alone made his hand jump from your inner thigh. “What someone with no money? No status in your world-”

“That’s not what I meant…” His words were stern, almost like he was talking down to you.

“You sure Mick?”

“y/n I meant someone who doesn’t have family in the industry-”

“So a status in the industry?”

“Don’t make this a big thing.” His voice fell to a whisper before he spoke louder. “Not like that, I meant a foot in the door. You and Lewis have a similar story.”

You wanted to yell something back at him, believing he was implying something different when Max’s phone suddenly sounded. Excusing himself from the table he walked away leaving everyone in silence to finish their drinks whilst he paced the restaurant.

“Take your hand off my thigh.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the man who quickly obliged with your request.

“y/n I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Imply what Mick? That I wasn’t rich enough for your sport? That I wasn’t at a high enough status for you?”

“No.” His eyes poured into yours. “Money doesn’t matter in this sport-”

“Of course the rich guy who got here because of his Dad would say that.” Rolling your eyes you slumped back in your chair.

“You know it wasn’t easy for me.”

“But easier for you than me.” You hit back at his words, taking Mick back. As he opened his mouth to reply Max’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention.

“I’m really sorry guys I’m going to have to leave. My neighbour just called and Jimmy managed to escape the flat and now he’s hiding in my neighbour's house. He has a dog so poor Jimmy is stressed out. I’m grabbing a flight now.” Max turned to you. “Can you make your way back to the hotel? Or shall I call you a car?”

Smiling at the brunette a smirk filled your face as you spoke. “I’ll be fine Max, I can get Gasly to come and pick me up.”

Smirking back at your words, knowing you were only trying to piss Mick off he spoke. “I’ll text him a heads up.”

“I can take you back.” Mick now mirrored your and Max’s expression. “I think Gasly mentioned he was heading back to France early, he had a dinner planned with his parents.”

Brilliant.

“It’s fine, I’ll call Oscar.” Your words took Mick back by surprise.

“Oscar? The reserve driver?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mick.”

“Didn’t even know he was capable of even talking to a woman.” He muttered, his attitude showing.

Max said his goodbyes before heading off to his flat seemingly several hundred miles away. It wasn’t long till everyone else said their goodbyes and made their way to the car park. Unlike everyone else you stood just outside the restaurant door, scrolling through your phone and wondering who you could call to come and pick you up, Settling on Daniel you were about to call him when a familiar voice pulled up beside you.

“You know it’s getting late.” Mick looked down at you, hands in his suit pockets. “I don’t want you out here on your own.”

“Since when did you care about my well-being?”

“Just because we ‘hate’ one another doesn’t mean I don’t look out for you.”

“Does that include during the races?”

“Daer God no.” His smile grew. “I thought me pushing you into the wall would’ve answered that question for you.”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No one else will believe you.”

“I think a few Redbull fans will.”

He shrugged. “They can believe all they want.” His head turned to look down at you. “I still have the Championship.”

“Because you cheated.”

“Oh y/n let it go.” He pulled out the keys to his car before walking over to the passenger door. He opened it before looking back at you, a silent beg to get in the car. You could wait for Daniel but your bed was calling your name and you could ignore Mick if you really wanted to.

“You know Max and Christian will kill you if they see me leaving your car.” Your heels sounded on the concrete as you obliged and climbed into his car.

“Well,” He closed the passenger side door before jogging around to his door. “Good thing Max is on a plane right now and Christian is probably fast asleep.”

“Lucky bloke.”

“Can join me in my bed if you’d like-”

“You didn’t win so no.”

“Give it time.”

Most of the car ride was silent, thankfully. The only sound was the softness of the radio pouring from the speakers of the car. Mick quietly tapped his steering wheel as he drove, humming every now and again if he recognised a song on the radio. Occasionally he’d turn his head and look over to you, almost like he was preparing himself to say something.

“Is something bothering you Mick?” You broke the silence.

“No.” His gaze flickered to you again. “Why?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not? Am I not allowed to look?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed more not wanted.”

“Can’t help you look good in that dress.”

“I’ll let Pierre know, he picked it.” Your smug grin caught his attention.

“I bet he did.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“Are you really fucking Gasly?”

“Why do you automatically jump to me sleeping with other drivers?”

“Because if the two of you were dating I’m sure you wouldn’t have jumped at the idea of sleeping with me again.” His eyes danced over to meet yours. “Unless you just couldn’t help yourself…”

“I was drunk when I agreed to that.”

“Could’ve backed out.”

“You wouldn’t let me.”

Mick laughed at your words. “Very fair point y/l/n… but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well, considering I’m sleeping with you I’d rather not share.”

“You always did have a tinge of jealousy to you.”

“Not always, you can flirt with as many men as you want but at the end of the day I know that when I’m at the top of the podium you’ll be coming home with me.”

“And when you’re not?”

“You’re too busy out celebrating to even think of another man, you’ve always been the type to sacrifice any relationship for your success.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“That wasn’t the sole reason why I called it quits.”

“Then what was it? The real reason?”

“It’s complicated y/n.” He pulled up to the hotel car park.

“No, it’s not Mick. You still wanted the luxury of taking home as many girls as you could-”

“Oh come on, you know I’m not like that.”

“You act like it at times.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his car engine off. “I’ll never convince you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t- Shit!” Slumping down in your seat as far as you could your hands attempted to cover your face.

“What are you doing?” Mick scrunched his face up in confusion.

“It’s Christian!” Mick scanned the car park before meeting the dull eyes of Christian Horner. “Shit Mick just drive away!”

“Drive away? He’s just watched me pull in here!”

“Then do something!”

“Like what? I can’t just make him leave!”

“Try anything! He’ll kill me if he sees me with you!”

“Fine.” Mick clambered out of the car, locking his vehicle behind him as he caught the attention of Christian Horner. You honestly thought his plan was to just head back into the hotel, exchanging words with Horner until he was out of sight before coming back to get you but as time passed on that plan you thought he had quickly faded.

You: Where are you?

Mick: Got caught up with Toto, I’ll come to get you soon

You: Are you serious Mick? I’m locked in your car

Mick: At least the seats are comfy

You: Mick please hurry up

Mick: I’ll try

You: No come now

Mick: Toto bought me a drink at the bar, I can’t exactly run off

You: Yes you can, tell him you need to go or that you left something in your car

Mick: And then he catches us together?

You: Mick, please

Mick: Please what my love?

You: Just hurry up

You could feel his smirk through the phone which only pissed you off more. Getting up from your crouched position you sat back in your seat, your head fell back as your eyes quickly shut. Sleep slowly took over your body as you did your best to get comfy in Mick’s car seats. At this point you didn’t even care who saw you in his car, you were good at lying and a good lie would easily get you out of your situation although little did you know you wouldn’t be sleeping long in your rival's car.

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Sunlight disturbed your sleep, causing your eyes to squint open. Raising your hands to cover your face you groaned at the feeling of being awoken. You had every intention to quickly drift back to sleep when a voice caused your eyes to burst open.

“Morning pretty girl.” Bolting up your eyes met Mick’s who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed you were currently in. “Sleep well?”

“Is this your hotel room?” Ignoring his question your eyes scanned your surroundings.

“Well it isn’t yours.” Mick replied as he brought a mug to his lips.

“How did I get here? Did we…?”

“No we didn’t.” A light chuckle fell from his lips. “I planned to walk back in the hotel with Christian when Toto saw me, he asked if I wanted a drink and I couldn’t exactly say no, could I?”

“I mean you could’ve.”

“It’s Toto Wolff you don’t say no.” Rolling your eyes at the man he quickly continued after a light pause. “Anyeay, he bought me a drink and we got to talking, I did try and get away but you don’t run away from Toto Wolff. When I got back to my car you were asleep, I couldn’t just leave you there so I brought you back here. Your dress is over there,” He pointed to your dress which was currently draped over the bathroom door. “I did my best not to look but I wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in that, it looked so uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, Mick.” Surprisingly the pair of you shared a small smile that didn’t have an underline of sarcasm laced to it.

“You’re welcome.” He moved over and handed you a plate of breakfast. “I’ve booked a late check out for this room and yours so I’ll leave you to it.” He grabbed his things before he walked over to you. Leaning down he planted a kiss on your head, a gesture which took you off guard entirely. “I’ll see you in a few days when I take P1.” Sending you a wink Mick quickly left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He didn’t need to do what he did. He could’ve easily left you in his car for the other drivers to see in the morning and Ferrari wouldn’t bat an eyelid at the Stargirl of Red Bull in his car but Christian Horner would. You finished your food in silence before sneaking back to your own room in his clothes, you’d give him his clothes back eventually but you couldn’t lie that they were comfy. Maybe you’d hang on to them for a little longer than you planned. Ironically the next race was the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix which you won, Mick trailed behind in P2 and Lando claimed P3.

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Miami was in full swing. You could tell you were in America as everything was amplified by 100. Celebrities littered the garages as the race quickly approached. You were starting in P2, Max in P1 and Mick in P3. You and Max were finishing up your preparations for the race, and one thing the pair of you started doing was playing a game of snap.

Anyone who looked on would’ve thought the two of you were just being childish and didn’t really care about the race ahead but the truth was when you joined Red Bull your anxiety worsened before a race. Max picked up on this almost instantly and posed the idea of doing something to take your mind off what was going on around you both. He posed the idea of playing snap with a deck of cards, the game allowed you to block everything out and completely focus on what was in front of you. Every week he bought different themed cards, last week it was different breeds of cats this week it was zoo animals.

“Snap!” You called out, pointing to the pile of cards before you both. You both sat crossed-legged on the floor hidden away as you played.

“That’s three to you and one to me.” Max kept a little notepad in the garages to keep the tallies of every game. At the end of the season the pair of you would add up who’d won the most and whoever lost had to buy drinks for the team at the end of the season celebrations.

“At this rate, you’ll be buying the drinks in November.” Smirking up at him you shuffled the card deck before splitting it in two.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint y/n.” He returned the smirk as he looked at his cards. “Ready?”

You nodded as the two of you started to place one card down at a time, the pair of you watching intently at the actions of the other, ready to jump in at any second. Your focus couldn’t be broken until a number of boos and yells sounded at the garage entrance. Both you and Max raised your heads to see Mick Schumacher come strolling towards you both.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max spat, standing from the floor.

“I came to speak to-”

“Brilliant you’ve spoken now get the fuck out!” Max blocked Mick from even looking towards you with his frame.

Mick held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his lips. “That’s no way to talk around your teammate's parents.”

“What?” Max scrunched his face up at Mick’s words before his eyes fell on a couple who looked rather similar to you, standing behind the Ferrari driver.

You’d now risen from your spot on the floor and were looking towards the scene before you. “Mum? Dad?” You were just as taken back as Max was. Your parents weaved past your rival and teammate to pull you into a hug. “What are you two doing here?” Your eyes glared at Mick.

“Mick invited us.” Your mother pulled away and smiled at you and Mick. “We couldn’t get here until this morning due to your father’s work but we’re here for the big race!”

“Heard you’re on track to win the World Championship this year!” Your Dad smiled as he spoke. He was always supportive despite knowing very little about Formula 1.

“For now,” Mick spoke, his smug smile gleaming at his remark. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. You would never be able to read him, one minute he wanted to take care of you, making sure you didn’t get in trouble with your team principal then antagonising you to the point where you contemplated throwing a punch at his perfect face.

“You shouldn’t be in here Schumacher,” Max interjected.

“You’re right Verstappen,” Mick spoke to Max but his eyes never left yours. “Good luck y/l/n. Be safe out there.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage without another word.

“He seems lovely.” Your Mum put her hand on your arm. “You used to be teammates, didn’t you?”

“That’s what Mick told us.” Your Dad joined in on the conversation.

“We used to drive alongside one another a few years ago yes, for Haas.” You gave them a light smile, your eyes glued to Mick’s figure slowly fading from your eyesight.

“He speaks very highly of you.”

“Does he?” Max asked.

“Oh yes.” Your Dad smiled. “Says you were one of his closest friends.”

Friends that fucked one another.

“Times change when you get to the top.” Grabbing your helmet you quickly said goodbye to your parents as they took their spots in the garage to watch the race.

The race wasn’t the cleanest. A collision between Max, yourself and George made Max retire and you had an unfortunate stop to the garages.The pit stop fixing your car which took a little too long made you come out behind Mick. You tried everything to get past him but he was defending with every fibre of his being. You finished the race in P2 whilst he took the win.

“That was good racing today y/n, really well done,” Christian spoke down the radio. “There’s an investigation against George so we’ll see what comes from that.”

“Won’t take us to P1 but thank you guys for today, good thing we still had one car on the track, how’s Max?”

“He wants Russell’s head on a stick.” You laughed at your team principal's words, you wouldn’t be surprised if Max was waiting for George in the garages.

“I don't blame him.”

A loud sigh left your lips as you parked your car behind the P2. You knew what it meant if you saw Mick in P1. Another night of hell (liar). Yet your anger didn’t last when you saw your parents standing alongside Christian Horner. The pair of them held your country's flag in their hands, screaming your name. Anyone would’ve thought you’d just become a world champion.

Leaving your car you ran straight to them, holding them close as they sang praises in your ears. You moved on to the garage team and Max before heading off to the podium, your smile growing on your face.

“You that excited to sleep with me again?” Mick leaned down and whispered in your ear. The two of you were waiting with Charles to collect your trophies.

“Not everything’s about you Schumacher.” Mick’s hand trailed down your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“I’ll let you savour the moment with your parents.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You can hold up your end of the bet when you come to the ranch.” His lips pecked your forehead before he stepped back, acting like the interaction between himself and you had never happened.

Well, you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 9 months

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Not Broken Yet (Daniel Ricciardo x F!Reader)

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summary: in which he makes up with an old flame upon finding his way back to the track

word count: 4189

warnings: angst, not proofread, mentions of daniel’s “hiatus”, rbr!reader

a/n: how are all of us danny girlies holding up after quali 😭

Australia; November 28, 2018

An open field in Australia was the solace they needed from their hectic lives as Formula 1 drivers. An open field, a picnic blanket, and a sky full of stars. It was perfect. Even if it rained, it would have been perfect for them still, because they had each other to share that moment with.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted with a bashful expression. She gazed into his eyes, and everything else ceased to exist. The stars in the night sky burned for them like they burned for each other. His brown eyes bore into hers and they knew this was where they were meant to be.

And he kissed her. He cupped her jaw, one arm wrapping around her waist as he drew her close and kissed her. She had never felt more alive than when she felt his lips on hers. She smiled, content with that moment.

“I know I’m falling in love with you,” he mumbled against her lips. It was the easiest thing, falling for one another. Falling in love was easy. Working through those feelings, not so much.

Monaco; August 20, 2022

“It was never this complicated between us, Daniel,” she huffed, exhaustion heavy in her eyes as she pleaded, “Tell me how you feel! What I can do for you.”

“You can’t do anything,” he frowned, shaking his head as he hunched over the counter, unable to meet her gaze. He knew that if he gazed her way, he would only feel as though he was the biggest failure in the world. She often looked at him with such admiration, yet he questioned whether or not she would admire him the way he was at that moment, “You’ve got your pretty Red Bull seat on lock, just think about that.”

“So, that’s what all this is about? Your seat?” she questioned, shaking her head, “Daniel, your seat is safe for another season. You can think about your options if you want, but McLaren isn’t getting rid of you that easily.”

“Except they did, y/n,” his voice grew quiet as he said the words, clearly unable to accept them either, “They’re buying me out of my contract.”

She remained quiet as she heard the words. Not once in their relationship did she question whether or not she’d still drive with Daniel, yet there they were. His future in the sport was up in the air, while her seat was secure for a few more years.

“Daniel, we can fix this,” she mumbled, “We’ll talk to your manager, we’ll talk to other teams. It’ll be fine.”

“There is no ‘we’ in this, y/n!” he insisted, his voice breaking as he finally looked over at her, tears in his eyes, “It’s my seat that I lost, y/n. You don’t have to make this your problem too.”

“I don’t care!” she exclaimed, “I don’t care if you think you can go on and face this problem on your own, I won’t allow it. You can’t go through this on your own, Daniel. I’m here for you. I’m always here for you. I was here for you when you made the transfer to Renault, I was here for you when you made the transfer to McLaren, and I’m here for you now.”

“That’s not the same thing anymore, y/n,” he shook her words off. They had been through thick and thin, but they had never encountered anything like this. Not for either of their careers. With his position in Formula 1 unsure, it seemed as though even their relationship was unsure to him. He was questioning his entire future, not just in the sport, but with y/n.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Because,” he shook his head, “Because I’m jealous, y/n. You’ve had a great season, but I’ve had a shitty season. You’ve got a great career ahead of you—”

“So do you!” she scoffed, “If you think you’re done with Formula 1, I’m going to need you to reconsider those thoughts. Because you’re not. You’re not done yet in Formula 1. You’ve got fans that love you, you’ve got skill, you’ve got talent. Daniel Ricciardo, you have a future in Formula 1!”

“I find that hard to believe,” he admitted with a bittersweet smile, “I love that you believe in me like this, I do, but we have to be realistic about this, y/n. No team’s going to take me in after the season I had. “

“You’ll find a team,” she spoke reassuringly, wrapping her arms around his frame, allowing him to rest his weary head on her shoulders as he sighed.

“I think we need a break,” he blurted out, pulling away from her grasp. She tried so desperately to hold on to him, unwilling to face the reality of what he had just said.

“No, no, Danny, don’t say that, please,” she pleaded, clinging onto him tighter, “We’ll get through this.”

“y/n, I need to work through this on my own,” he insisted stubbornly as she huffed, “I can’t have my career issues distracting you from your career. I don’t want you to have to think about me.”

“Seat or not, I’m always thinking of you and your well-being,” she reminded him, “And you’re not a distraction, Daniel Ricciardo. You’re my boyfriend. It’s been that way for four years, Daniel. Do you think I’m going to walk away now?”

“It’ll be better for both of us,” he spoke as though he believed those words, that he’d made up his mind, “I’ll be able to focus solely on my career for now, and I think it’s what I need to get back in the zone.”

“So, you’re saying this is my fault?”

“I’m saying anything but that. This is my fault, y/n. That’s why I have to be the one to fix this, and I think this may be the way how,” he tried his best to convince her that it was for the better. She was unconvinced of this. Why would it be beneficial for either of them to break up?

“And this is what you want?” she croaked out.

“It’s what I need,” he stated bitterly, frowning at the way her face dropped at those words. He wished desperately to take back his words as tears began to line her eyes, “None of this is your fault, please.”

“All right,” she nodded, sniffling, “I’ll see you around the track.”

A sunny park in Monaco gave her no solace from their hectic lives as Formula 1 drivers. A damp wooden bench, the sun in her eyes like a spotlight on an actress in a tragedy. She was alone. He was alone. There was no turning back from that point.

COTA; October 20, 2022

“It’s tragic, yeah? What’s happening to Daniel?” Max questioned her almost innocently, not quite aware of what went down between the pair after the announcement that he was leaving McLaren for the next season, “How are you guys holding up.”

“We broke up,” she mumbled absentmindedly in response to her teammate, “Just before the news dropped, actually.”

“Oh,” Max’s eyes grew wide, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right. Not exactly an open thing for people, yeah?” she chuckled in an attempt to shrug it off. It stung, of course. Being reminded of the breakup between her and Daniel. They tried to make things work after, trying to remain civil, but she found that she simply could not manage it. She could not continue with the memory of what they used to share, replaced with the bitter reality of what they now were.

“What are you both gossiping about now?” Christian chimed in at the sight of both his drivers seated at black metal chairs in the garage.

“Daniel’s seat,” Max murmured, like a child who had been caught by a teacher speaking to his seatmate and disrupting a class.

“It’s a pity, what’s happening to him, yeah?” Christian muttered at the thought, having heard the news.

“Do you…know, if he has a seat yet?” she questioned sheepishly, wanting to know about Daniel’s future in Formula 1.

“Not yet, actually,” the man shook his head, “A pity. Any team would be lucky to have a driver like Daniel.”

“He’s got a fairly big fanbase as well. Pretty marketable, honestly,” she spoke strategically, “He’d be the golden boy of the team. People would love him on any team, honestly. Even if it wasn’t for a driver position.”

She could see the gears turning in Christian’s head as she dropped those words. She gave a satisfied smile as she did, knowing there was a possibility of Daniel at least having a team to fall back on in Formula 1, if not a seat.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Christian nodded, ready to pull his phone out to make a few calls. Despite their breakup, she wanted nothing more than to look out for him. Even if it meant she’d have to see him a little bit more than she would have wanted.

“Why’d you do that?” Max questioned, quirking a brow at y/n, “I can see what you were trying to do, but I thought you guys broke up.”

“We did,” she nodded, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want him to be out of F1 permanently. He can use Red Bull as an opportunity to bounce back from all the damage McLaren did to his image as a driver.”

“You’re really looking out for him, huh?” Max quirked a brow at his teammate’s response to his question, “You know, you guys were good together.”

“I know, but it’s Daniel who said he needed the break,” y/n shrugged, “Didn’t need to add to everything else he’s going through at the time, yeah? If he says it’s what he needed, then who am I to deny him that?”

“Yeah, but still, you guys were just…good for each other,” Max stated bluntly, having been there for the pair’s relationship through the years.

“It was like we were living in a dream, you know?” she smiled wistfully at the thought of her and Daniel together. That dream faded, and they awoke to the reality they lived in. That she and Daniel were no longer an item.

Monaco; November 23, 2022

Not too soon after the season ended, the announcement dropped on all of Red Bull’s social media accounts. Daniel was going to be the team’s third driver. She smiled as she scrolled to the post, smiling as she read through the positive comments, all welcoming Daniel back to Red Bull.

She left a small comment of her own. It wasn’t much. Just a heart emoji. Nothing to fuss over, and nothing to speak much of. Just a small comment letting both the general public and, perhaps, Daniel know how she felt in regards to him joining the team as a third driver.

After leaving the comment, she fought the urge to contact Daniel, congratulating him for ‘coming home’ to Red Bull. If only he could finally come home to her. To come back to her, to tell her things with them were okay, to make up with her. Still, she kept her distance. If he wanted to make up with her, he would have been the one to contact her. He would have been the one to tell her that he wanted their “break” to be over.

Who was she kidding? It had been months since they had last actually connected. It was not a break, it was a break-up. She could no longer deny it to herself. She was content watching his career progress from the sidelines if it was what he wanted.

But goddamn, did Red Bull’s colors look good on the man.

Bahrain; March 5, 2023

She finished in second place for the first race of the season, right behind her teammate. It was a great juxtaposition to where she and Max were for the first race of the previous season. She crossed the checkered flag, smiling widely.

“So, great results today,” he smiled at her, trailing her on her way back to the Red Bull garage for the race debrief. She hardly looked his way as she passed him by, “Really, I mean P2’s great. A nice double podium to start the season for you and Max.”

He kept talking and she did her best to drone him out, not even acknowledging his words with so much as a nod.

“I mean, it was amazing, seeing you in the car again. You both seemed very pleased with yourselves up on the podium. With good reason, of course. You both did amazing, but mostly you since, well, you’re the one I’m talking to. Have to do a bit of sucking up at least,” he chuckled, his face dropping as he received no response.

Was it going to be like this for the rest of the season?

Saudi Arabia; March 20, 2023

He sat in the garage, leaning over his seat anxiously as he watched the screens, constantly averting his gaze to y/n’s onboard cameras as the race progressed. He wore the happiest smile on his face when he watched her car overtake the green Aston Martin driven by Fernando Alonso himself.

“That’s my girl,” he said quietly to himself, eyes never leaving the screen.

He watched as she entered the pit lane for a pit stop, brown eyes shining under the bright lights as he was mesmerized by how she maneuvered the car, as though she and the machine shared a soul.

“You guys talk it out yet?” Christian made sure his radio was muted as he turned to Daniel, aware of the complicated situation between the drivers.

“Not really, no,” Daniel shook his head.

“From the looks of it, you better do it soon. Lest you want to keep watching her from the sidelines like a lovestruck idiot,” the team principal offered him a pat on the back like a concerned father.

“That obvious?” he questioned.

“On both sides, honestly,” Christian admitted, “You know, she’s one of the reasons why you’ve got the third driver seat. Started talking to Marko and me about how any team would love you, in any capacity.”

“Really?” he quirked an eyebrow at the older man’s words, unable to believe it. With how she had shrugged him off in Bahrain, he would have thought she wanted nothing to do with him. That she would have wanted to watch him walk away from the grid after that, though who was he kidding? He knew she wasn’t like that.

“Yeah,” Christian nodded before turning back to the monitors and watching both his drivers closely as they made their way through the track.

Daniel watched her car closely like a hawk, aware that a simple misstep on the track could have cost her the position she had in the race. Though, he knew she was not like that. She was in sync with the car that night, an absolute beast on the track. She dominated the track from start to finish, ending the race in P1.

Anyone in the garage that day could have verified that Daniel Ricciardo cheered the loudest that night as she crossed the checkered flag. He was her biggest fan, and he was not ashamed of admitting it. Still, there was no way of approaching. She wouldn’t even look his way during the podium ceremony.

She stood proudly on the top step of the podium, her hands behind her back as her country’s national anthem played. She looked down into the audience, a fair number of them cheering for her. In the wave of dark blue Red Bull kits, her eyes wandered over to him.

When she crossed the checkered flag, she wished so desperately to be able to share the moment with Daniel. To have him kiss her in celebration of the win, the same way they used to. One of the brightest moments of her season, and she still wished she could have shared the moment with him.

Even in one of the brightest moments of her career, she found herself looking for him. Still, she averted her gaze, unwilling to look his way, knowing she would have melted if she saw the way he looked up at her, that wide smile on his face.

She celebrated happily with the team as they cheered for her, chugging down the bottle of champagne with her teammate as the crowd cheered continuously.

Monaco; May 28, 2023

Monaco was a track beloved by many. Be it the sights while racing, the absolute luxury of the race, or the fact that Monaco was where a lot of the drivers lived. For drivers like y/n, it was a site of heavy nostalgia.

Before the race, she, Max, and Daniel had filmed a promotion for the team while driving remote control boats around. She tried to pretend for the camera, but she could not hide the awkwardness of the situation. Sure, they had recorded quite a bit of content together already for the team, but Monaco was different.

She and Daniel had shared many moments in Monaco, be it on the track or off the track. Like many other drivers, she had a flat in Monaco as well. She hated coming back to the flat for the season, it was littered with reminders of her relationship with Daniel. Like how she would stay over at his place, or when he would come over to hers because she didn’t want to feel alone in the flat.

And if any of that wasn’t reason enough, Monaco had been the site for their breakup.

She could no longer do that this season. She could not call him to come over, nor could she come over to his flat either.

She was stuck in her head for Monaco. That much was evident the moment she stepped in the car. It was almost as though she could not get in proper synchronization with the car while she was stuck thinking of Daniel.

She crashed out early in Qualifying. She lost control of her car almost instantly as she drove it. Because of her inability to get Daniel out of her head, she had to start dead last at one of the toughest tracks to overtake at.

To make things worse, it seemed as though nobody else had their heads screwed on straight for the Grand Prix. The first lap was complicated, with many drivers being caught up in one of the turns. She let out a frustrated groan, unwilling to accept the fact that she had to drive more laps around such a messy track.

As if the race wasn’t bad enough, the rain began to pour, testing her patience more and more. She nearly crashed into a wall too then. She ended the race in P16.

After dealing with the media, she practically stomped back to the garage, her mood as sour as the skies were gray.

“Hey, you doing okay?” he questioned, quick to approach her in his little Red Bull raincoat.

“No,” she shook her head. She hated the fact that she was so quick to admit it to him. And like word vomit, the emotions came pouring out, “I’m freezing cold, I had a terrible result with no points for the team, and I can’t get out of my head!”

“C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling her close to him. She couldn’t protest, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm comfort at that moment.

“Soon enough, all of the fanboys are going to start talking about how I’m too incapable of being a Red Bull driver, and if I keep this up, my career could be hanging off a thread.”

“Shh,” he mumbled against her forehead, “Don’t think about that for now, yeah? You had a bad weekend, that’s it. You’re an amazing driver, and you just got unlucky yesterday, and today.”

She hated it. She hated how his words made sense, and she hated how his attempt to comfort her was working. She hated how she found her way back into her arms just after a bad day. She hated how she relished in the feeling of his arms around her, and she hated how she wanted to come back to him after every bad day from that point on.

She couldn’t. This was going to be a one-time thing, she swore to herself.

Daniel, though. He held out hope that he could fix what they had. They weren’t broken yet.

Hungary; July 23, 2023

“And how do you feel knowing that Daniel Ricciardo got into P13 in today’s race?” one of the interviewers questioned her.

“It’s great,” she nodded, offering the interviewers a small smile, “The contact at the start of the race could have gone much worse for him, but I’m very happy things worked out the way they did, and I’m happy he’s racing again.”

“Do you have any comments on the fact that Daniel Ricciardo might be out to get your seat? You’ve been doing poorly in Qualifying sessions,” the reporter bugged her with questions not quite related to the race. She didn’t mind the idea of it one bit. She was proud of Daniel. Nothing was going to shake that, not even the thought of people wanting to have him replace her.

“If it happens, I’ll respect the team’s decision. For now, I don’t have questions on whether or not I’ll be keeping my seat. I have it now, and that’s all I’ll be worrying about,” she responded politely before the interview ended, walking back to the Red Bull garage.

“Congratulations on your podium,” a familiar voice greeted her as she entered the garage. She looked up into his honey-brown eyes, offering a sincere smile. She could not help herself. She was happy with her performance on the track, with her podium, and she was happy that Daniel did well in the car.

“Thanks,” she nodded as he held her arms open to her. She stared at him for a moment before giving in and wrapping him up in a hug. It was a familiar feeling, like a dream rediscovered, “Congratulations too, on your Alpha Tauri seat.”

“Do you think that maybe, we could talk?” he offered her a bashful expression, “I mean, you’d probably want to cool down a bit after a hot race like that one, but also, I do want to finally be able to talk to you.”

“Daniel, there’s nothing to talk about—”

“But there is. You and I both know it,” he insisted, “I’m sorry for what I did last year, I was in a terrible terrible place, but following you around for a bit with Red Bull I only missed you more.”

“Daniel—”

“I know, you’re going to say that the moment for this conversation’s long passed, but y/n, please, I want to give us a chance,” he pleaded with her, taking her hands in his, “I know what I threw away now, and it wasn’t right of me to toss you aside like that, and I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I just can’t bear having to be so close to you knowing we aren’t together anymore.”

“But, Daniel, isn’t it worse now? My seat is your end goal, things are only going to be worse for us this way,” it was the bitter reality, the fact that, as long as they were in Formula 1, they would always be each other’s competition. There was a chance either of them could lose their seat. With how complicated things were the first time around, it was a terrifying thought to consider.

“Fuck the seat,” he scoffed, “I spent months without the seat, and I realized not having a seat didn’t hurt as bad as not having you. Everything related to the track and racing, we can keep outside our relationship. We can live our personal lives separate from our professional lives. No gray area, just black and white.”

“We can’t do that. Racing is a big part of our lives.”

“Well, if your concern was really with the seat, you wouldn’t have put a good word in for me at Red Bull, no?” he pleaded, “Whatever position I’m in now, I owe it all to you, y/n. Please, what are you so afraid of?”

She could see he was growing desperate. The less she said, the more anxious he grew. His fingers tapped against the palms of her hands. She had hope for them. The way he spoke to her, was nothing but sincere. This was her Daniel speaking. The love of her life.

“I’m afraid of getting hurt again,” she admitted tearfully, “I’m afraid that the moment things become unsure for us again, you’ll leave me.”

“Oh, babe,” he muttered, wrapping her up in a tight hug, “I won’t hurt you. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together this time, yeah?”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

And though nearly a year had passed since the breakup, she still found herself hoping to be with him. And with the end of a chapter, they found a new chapter to begin.

a/n: this reminds me a lot of the chain i’m sorry 😭

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I’m not sure if we’ve established that Max knows that Oscar being jealous is the reason Bunny has pulled away from him

but I’m picturing him finding that out months later when he happens to catch her for a hug and she tells him she’s missed him and he’s all “I am at your beck and call, no reason ever to miss me no matter where I am or you are” and without realizing what she’s saying, she mumbles something about how Oscar doesn’t want her to be doing that kind of thing anymore

so he ends the interaction the way he normally would, knowing now that this wasn’t her fault and not wanting to punish her for it, and immediately gets a member of his team to set up a meeting with Oscar, disguise it as something to do with work, the whole bit

and Oscar gets there thinking it’s a normal meeting and is surprised to find Max alone in a conference room in the Red Bull motor home and it quickly gets to “setting aside the fact that I had her in my bed before you even thought about touching her, who do you think you are to tell her she can’t have me? What I want and need is frankly irrelevant here, she should have everything she wants at all times and I can’t believe the balls on you to deny her just because what she wants is me”

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i was thinking about this yesterday and i had way dif ideas but i love this sm!!!

im thinking it’s post race, max wins of course, and she’s on her way to find oscar and lando when she crosses paths with max. she opens a door leading down a hallway and immediately sees him walking towards her, grinning down at his phone. she was caught off guard by how good he looked in his post race glory, still sticky with champagne from his podium. it hits her how much she misses him when he looks up and his smile gets bigger and he tucks his phone in his pocket. he’d forget about wherever he was going as soon as he saw her, and move to scoop her into a hug. she instantly melts into his arms and she can’t help but whisper, “i miss you maxie.”

max hearing bunny say she misses him instantly gives him hope. he hasn’t made a move on her in months but they’re hugging and no ones around and he’d set her down but keep his arms locked around her as he says, “i’m right here, schat, we could go right in that bathroom.”

she’d sigh and try to step back but he holds her there and she’d say something like “oscar wouldn’t like that.” and she means it to be playful, he can hear it in her voice, it hurts max because he for one, though oscar liked him. but whatever. after the momentary hurt, he’d be so angry bc he realized bunny isn’t seeing him because oscar, not because she doesn’t want him anymore. he could handle not having her if thats what she wants, but like? seriously? he was in love with bunny before oscar even fucked her if he’s being honest with himself and hearing that oscar fucking is the one calling the shots all of a sudden? he’d ask bunny if oscar is why she hasn’t seen him and she wouldn’t say anything. he’d tell her he thought he did something wrong, and they both know it’s about his muffled confessions, but she just shakes her head and says she has to go before anyone sees them and that’s enough for max.

i think he would go to lando honestly because they’re friends and he was bunny’s boyfriend first. he’d immediately call him up and ask to hang out that night to celebrate in his room. lando’s like “yeah let me ask bunny and osc if they’ll come!” and max isn’t ready to fully hash things out so he tells lando just him, no one else. lando’s nervous for some reason, max sounded too serious to celebrate even though that’s why he said he called.

he’d go to max’s room after showering in his own and it’s the first time in months one of them has been in the other room. max would immediately ask if oscar is the reason things were called off, and lando get’s protective and tells him it’s none of his business. that would hurt max and he’d kind of overreact and say that it’s not fair that he loved her before oscar even touched her and yet oscar’s preventing him from loving her. and lando’s like woah. what the fuck? you love bunny? and max would realize she’d never told them what he’d confess to her when they were alone. he kind of loves the secrecy of it, but he knows it’s because oscar would have ended things a lot sooner and he’s pissed again. i think lando would want to talk to bunny and oscar before continuing to talk to max about anything bc it’s a lot to take in !

max waiting like days without hearing anything so he does the meeting thing bc maybe he can get through to oscar. lando hasn’t talked to them yet bc he’s still trying to wrap his mind around the way max feels and how he might feel, trying to think about how oscar will feel. but max is impatient.

oscar walking in the room ready to tell redbull he’s not interested and it’s just max! he doesn’t know what to expect but i like to think max would try to be casual at first but fail and ask him why they called it off. oscar would say it was up to bunny. max calls him out and says he knows it’s because of his jealousy. oscar tells max that he’s not part of their relationship and it’s none of his business. and max would snap and say he would be if he had fucking known it was an option. it shouldn’t be up to oscar who she sees. and then oscar’s telling him he didn’t ask her to give him up, it was her decision because she saw how it was effecting him.

max is asking what he means and oscar surprisingly tells max how he feels about it hoping max will get it and he’s like but you’re not jealous over lando, that doesn’t make sense. and oscar explains it’s different because they were together first and max cuts him off to tell him that he’d been in love with bunny before oscar was even included. it wouldn’t help max’s case, reminding oscar he has an older history with bunny, and oscar’s snapping at him that maybe he should have told someone how be felt, and max tells him that bunny’s known. oscar’s so confused by that and files it away to ask bunny about later. he tells max it’s also because lando’s his boyfriend so he doesn’t feel the need to be jealous.

max jokes, “what you don’t want two boyfriends?” it makes oscar’s oscar’s head spin and he’s suddenly thinking about all the times he made out with max while they fucked bunny and he’s confused. he doesn’t say anything so max is like “i just don’t get why the way we feel about each other doesn’t matter.”

oscar leaves at that to go find bunny and ask her how she knows that max loves her and he’s not angry, he’s hurt. he’s kind of spiraling thinking about their history and max loving her and her loving him. and also about max’s grin while he laughed about him being their boyfriend and wondering if it was genuine or sarcastic. he’s bad at talking about feelings and worse when he doesn’t even know how he feels, even moreso after the faux meeting with redbull that was max cornering him that leaves him wondering why he got involved bc life would be so much easier if he wasn’t in love with her, but he is and he doesn’t think he can live without her. all oscar knew was that he understood how max was feeling. he’s thinking about max being in love with her but not pursuing more because be didn’t know it was an option. how he was the exact same way in the beginning until bunny told lando she wanted more. he’d realize bunny probably wants more and is too scared to ask, and that makes him feel worse bc he wants bunny to talk to him like she used to and she can’t anymore because of the way he’s acted, most likely.

#ask #〽️ anon #i’m so sleepy after writing allll that #it was a lot oopsies #blindfold universe

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jussst-lurking · 11 months

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So I may or may not have started working on a lestappen teammate AU and I thought I’d share some of it here!

What the fuck was that? How fucking dare he? The fucking audacity!

Charles marches over to Max’s car and impatiently waits for him to get out, the cameras and microphones capturing him, nothing but an afterthought. PR will fix it.

“What the fuck, mate?”, he shouts, getting up into Max’s face, entirely disregarding his personal space.

Max gazes at him, a cool, levelled stare, and even though Charles can’t see it because of the helmet, he knows Max is raising an eyebrow.

It’s driving Charles insane and it takes everything in him not to jump Max, whether to punch him, or shake him or do something else entirely, he isn’t sure.

“What the hell was that?”, he demands again when Max doesn’t answer.

Max ignores him and goes to get weighed before he puts his helmet and gloves down on the little table to grab a towel to rub over his sweaty hair.

Charles keeps in stride with him, he won’t be ignored by Max Verstappen of all people.

Just what the fuck is wrong with him? Max hasn’t been acting like himself since the start of the season, and this, whatever the fuck this is, is almost as bad as their karting days.

If he’s being honest, they’re both not acting like themselves. This season has been so confusing, so upsetting, Charles doesn’t know who he is anymore. He wishes he never left Ferrari. At Red Bull no one bats an eye when he says shit or fuck, when he gets up in peoples’ faces, shouting at them, anger oozing out of him as if from a wound, bleeding for the whole world to see. It’s part of their culture, getting emotional, riled up, and Charles has acclimatised perfectly.

He hates it, this is not who he is, not anymore. He feels fourteen again, getting into shouting matches with the boy who stole the win from him. Charles is slipping, drowning in a sea of navy.

It’s the only explanation for what he does next.

“You let me win.”

There, he said it. The accusation drops between them like a bomb, rendering the world around them silent, irrelevant.

Max utters a humourless laugh. Charles has heard way too many of those lately.

“I did not.”

Charles closes in on Max and stabs his index finger into his chest.

“Of course you did! There was space, you were close enough, you easily could have-“, it’s hard to shout around the lump in his throat, there’s not enough air in his lungs, “the door was wide open and you did fucking nothing!”, Charles’ chest is heaving, fury boiling under his skin, prickling in his eyes, tight and searingly hot.

“There was no space for me”, Max shrugs, “too risky, and we were 1-2 already anyways.”

Max’s nonchalance is maddening.

“No space for you? What the fuck are you talking about? Of course there was space-“

“There was no space for another Red Bull, no space for a teammate”, Max cuts him off. Finally, a hint of anger in his voice.

What is he saying? He’s not making any sense. Charles’ head is spinning.

“That’s not how it works! You see a gap you go for it, since when do you give a single shit about who the other car belongs to?”, he hates the desperation creeping into his voice, hates the way he’s baring himself to Max.

Something. Give me something.

“Well, no, that’s not how it fucking works here! This is not Ferrari who can’t ever get their priorities straight, who are happy to let their drivers squabble to the point it costs the whole team. That’s exactly why I didn’t want you here.”

Charles’ ears are ringing, breath knocked out of his lungs. It’s like Max slapped him.

#lestappen #max verstappen #formula 1 #fanfic #teammates au #snippet

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fourmula1 · 6 months

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1,178 words below, about how there is something so tasty about the dynamic of Daniel / Michael / Yuki right now.

The idea that Daniel didn’t have a 2023 contact which left Michael without a job, so he’s moved on to working with Yuki. And whatever’s happened between Daniel and Michael is still painful for both of them but it was alright, because Daniel was out and they wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore.

Maybe. Maybe Daniel and Michael were more than client/friend/hook-ups. Maybe there were feelings. Maybe there was Something More there and then Daniel didn’t have a contract and assumed both he and Michael would go back to Australia and they’d figure their lives out there.

Except Michael… Michael got the job at Alpha Tauri to train Yuki and that blew up any remaining hope Daniel had had about their future.

He thought they’d actually start building their life together away from F1. Move in together. Be together. Tell their families.

But Michael was thinking about his career and the opportunity presented to him this time. He got into F1 because Daniel asked him to be his coach. He got into F1 because of Daniel. And now he’s staying and Daniel is out and the tables are swapped. Michael has the opportunities. Michael has the bartering power here. Michael is in demand.

And Daniel had probably the worst season of his career and is going back to Australia with his tail between his legs and his boyfriend isn’t going with him.

So they break up because Daniel feels so fucking betrayed and heartbroken and devastated that Michael isn’t coming home with him. Michael is staying to continue doing the job that broke Daniel.

Daniel gets the Red Bull 3rd driver job so he’s sometimes around the paddock and he does some marketing content with Yuki but Michael and he are able to avoid one another fairly easily and it sucks when they catch glimpses of each other in the Paddock when Daniel goes to races but for the most part it’s okay because there’s distance and no need to talk.

And then Daniel gets swapped in mid-season.

And he’s back in the same fucking garage with Michael again.

And he’s alone. He doesn’t have Michael. He doesn’t have a trainer. His boyfriend. No one.

His ex boyfriend, ex trainer, ex best friend, is just twenty steps away working with someone else and paying Daniel no mind. He’s moved on and is focused on the job at hand: developing Yuki into the best driver he can be.

It sucks and it hurts and it’s hard to see Michael be so good with Yuki; so strong and attentive and good to him. So supportive and gentle when Yuki needs it. So firm and driven when Yuki needs that extra push. Between him and Michael it was always good, fun, they worked well together. But Daniel can see that Yuki is young and more emotional and can see how fucking good Michael is with and to Yuki when he needs that confidence boost or reassurance or praise. He can see how good Michael is to Yuki and that hurts, because Daniel’s been on the receptive side of that himself. It fucking sucks.

He misses it.

So Daniel breaks his hand and he’s gone again and that’s actually a relief. He gets to rehab his hand and his heart and figure shit out.

He gets back to racing and you know what? He’s fine. It’s fine. They broke up and it’s fine, he’s moving on and he’ll keep it professional and everything is going to be okay.

And it is! It is okay. He races and he does alright, but most importantly he’s feeling good about it and his abilities and he’s getting his confidence back in line really well because he is driving this car and he can tell and feel and know that he is fine. He can drive at the level he knew he could. Last season was not his fault, in a lot of ways.

2023 is going well – he’s ignoring Michael and they’re not interacting at all. He’s healthy again. He’s driving well. He’s feeling great about himself and his career and his life. He’s not seeing anyone new or anything but it’s okay. He’s learning to love being on his own and learning what he really wants and needs.

And one day he and Yuki are having to do some marketing content and it’s between set-ups and they’re sat around doing nothing much, scrolling their phones, and Yuki is like, so is there anything I should know about why you and Michael don’t talk anymore…

And Daniel supposes Michael hasn’t told Yuki the details, and why should he, it’s no one’s business.

So Daniel is like: nah mate, just things happened and we changed and we got on with it.

And Yuki nods a little, and sets his phone down, and looks at Daniel with those endlessly deep, earnest, pretty dark eyes of his and says: I just wondered because we… me and Michael are… you know…

Daniel frowns a little, eyebrows knitted together as he looks back at Yuki, and asks: you’re what? No, I don’t know.

‘We’re… him and me. We haven’t talked about labels exactly but we are maybe boyfriends I think.’

Daniel can’t hear anything else. He can only stare, confused, until it really registers. Michael is sleeping with Yuki. And Yuki has feelings to the point he thinks they’re a couple.

And that cracks Daniel’s heart apart all over again because is this just who Michael is? Does he just fuck his clients into thinking they’re in a relationship? Because he sure did that to Daniel. And Yuki is eleven years younger that Michael; still young and inexperienced in the world.

So he says: what, are you sure? It’s not just hooking up?

Because like, it has to be, right? He and Daniel had spent a good four and a half years together, exclusive, not seeing anyone else, and they’d still be like that if 2022 hadn’t blown Daniel’s life up.

Right?

And Yuki says: No, it’s more than that. I don’t want to tell you weird stuff about your old trainer so I’ll keep it simple but it’s more than that.

And Daniel laughs. He laughs, and pushes himself back from the table to get up, and Yuki is so young, and sweet, and innocent, and cute, and earnest, but Daniel can’t help himself because his heart is cracked open again because Michael moved on so fucking quickly and it’s with his fucking teammate. So Daniel grabs his phone, and starts to turn away because he can’t see what Yuki’s reaction will be because he doesn’t deserve this at all, and says:

‘Nah, mate. He was fucking me for the last five years. I guess fucking his clients seems to be his thing.’

#yukitaliano #michael italiano #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #my ficlet #kinda not really a fic but u kno

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fernandopiastri28 · 7 hours

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insomnia (what if you never come back?) ~ dr3 x mv1

Max doesn't know how to cope without Daniel anymore now that he's at RB- turns out Daniel can't either.

insomnia ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

Burning my eyes red Not slept for weeks Testing your torment My future is bleak Lost in the moment With no words to speak …. Am I a fool Waiting for you? What if you never come back?

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Staying up far too late into each and every single night isn't a new aspect of Max’s life. He can’t remember a time in his life when he’s slept peacefully, allowing his mind to switch off and his body to rest. It’s a habit picked up from being so alert of living with his father, worrying that he’d sleep through his father doing something seriously dangerous to someone in the family- especially his mother. He wasn’t sure when the word ‘Insomniac’ became something he called himself, associated himself with, but it’s definitely from far before his f1 debut in 2015- meaning that the hourly hours before a race are either spent secretly working out, gaming, or wallowing in the silence like he is now.

He sits on the edge of his bed, red eyes and a mind full of torment. He has a warmed Red Bull in his hand, condensation long dripped off of his wrist and onto his thighs- a reminder of how long he’s been sat in this very position, lost in the moment. He’s sat hunched over, the thin fabric of his team supplied polo stretching across the length of his back.

In his peripheral vision, he sees a sheen of light hitting into the glass cabinet full of bits of his trophy collection. His eyes are transfixed on it, despite how it hurts his eyes to focus on a spot he’s hardly looking at. His eyes slip up to where there’s a trophy from the 2017 Japanese grand prix- the podium that he and Daniel had shared at his elder teammate’s final year at Red Bull. He feels a tense throb of reminiscence as he remembers how they’d stood up on the top steps together, covering one another with champagne.

It was the last time they would ever do it together, instead of against each other.

His thumb slides down the wet length of the can, tipping the tin back to allow the last few acidic droplets to spill down his throat. He crunches the can in his palm, the edges splitting to cut into his skin. “Fuck,” He hisses, tossing the crushed metal across the floor where it hits into his desk. He rubs the cut against the soft fabric of his shorts, a red patch appearing in lieu.

The pain isn’t unfamiliar, verging on sparking memories of the exact feeling from being a child. Young Max panicking that he’d dropped a glass, quickly picking up the shattered material into his soft hands, the jagged edges piercing his skin as he would hurriedly try and remove the evidence of breaking something. His mother would tend to his wounds after cleaning off the bloody skin, promising to not inform his father of the event.

He compartmentalises the memory once again, focusing in on the now. Pressing the injury further into the cotton over his thigh, he stands up, walking over to the cabinet he had been previously mindlessly admiring. Two of his fingers press against the glass just in front of the Japan trophy, two dirty finger prints appearing as a result. Vivid flashes of how cold the fizzy liquid had been over his sweating body, how it had dribbled down Daniel’s chin as he had greedily guzzled it down after spraying the majority onto the dutch man.

Even more vividly, Max remembers how it had tasted inside Daniel’s mouth when the two men were hidden away in the motorhome, lips attached to each other’s, skin to skin. He drops his head in shame, hot red flush spreading across his pale skin. He smears the two fingers across his dry lip, relishing in their slight chill from being against the glass. It’s near enough to how Daniel had felt; cold, wet lips on Max’s desperate and needy ones.

After enough time staring down at his bare feet, he shuffles away from the cabinet of memories, his uncut hand wrapping around the door handle. He heads out of his bedroom in his apartment, only the dim illumination of a shop outside lighting up his corridor. He needs a drink, almost desperately so. Being back in Monaco means he could go out with his usual group, but it’s not quite the time of year where all of his non-f1 friends still have work, and especially on a wednesday night- no one’s going to be able to go drinking. So that leaves him with the other drivers who also live in Monaco.

He scratches Charles off his internal list of possible candidates, knowing he’s off somewhere in Portugal with Alex. Lando could be good, but he’s pretty sure the brit is off in Bali or somewhere else random on his winter break world tour. Sure, Max likes Fernando, but he’s not really the type of guy he’d invite out drinking- the same with Lewis. Checo’s with his kids, barely gracing social media throughout the holidays, the same with Bottas and Hulkenberg.

Once he’s reached the end of his mental invite list, only a single name remains. One that Max knows will reply no matter the time of day- Daniel. Max reaches into his back pocket, using a single hand to type a message away to the Australian. He clicks send then ignores it, returning to his room to search his closet for something more club appropriate then the ‘team-merch-pyjamas’ he has on currently. It’s not until he’s pulling his shirt over his head that he feels a vibration shoot up his arm.

‘Which club?’ Daniel shoots back. Three dots of an impending message bounce below the text for a few moments until they disappear, leaving the sole message there. Max types back, mentioning the closest club to him. He doesn’t want to make a huge night out of this, just get enough that whenever he gets home he can crash out and sleep well into tomorrow.

Well, today, given the clock is currently reading 00.33

He sets his phone down on his desk, shoving his shorts down over his knees until they pool around his ankles. He steps out of them, selecting a pair of skin tight black jeans and an equally fitted black tee, the word ‘daddy’ printed across it in thick white lettering- sure to get a laugh out of Daniel. He toes on a pair of sneakers and slips his tag heuer over his hand, clasping it around his thin wrist.

He shoves a white red bull hat over his hair, heading out the door once Daniel announces with a text that he’s just arrived at the club. Max sends back a text to assure him that he’ll only be five minutes. A perk of Monaco being so small- you’re basically ‘five minutes’ from anything if you live in a general enough area. He sneaks down the front stairs of his apparent building, staying relatively light on his feet so as to not disturb anyone who lives in the rooms he’s walking past.

He hears Daniel before he sees him, heading into the thick of the illuminated dance floor. The RB driver is clad in a beige t-shirt, a design from his own brand enchanté, and a pair of white lounge shorts. He already has an orange cocktail in hand, his opposite arm up in the air. “Maxxxxieeeee,” His thick Australian accent calls out to the younger man. It dawns on Max how long it had actually taken him to get here because Daniel is far from sober, likely having been here for far longer than five minutes as Max had promised him.

“Danny,” He gives him a grin, brushing tightly past a few other heavily inebriated clubbers to get to his friend. “You’ve been well?” Daniel replies with a huge grin, lazily slinging an arm around his shoulder, a nod into his neck to confirm.

“Peachy,” His breath is hot and reeks of tequila- far from Max’s ideal choice of a drink. He slips out from under his grip, stumbling past a few other people to get to the bar- ordering a gin tonic. The bartender slides it across the table to him and he greedily gulps it down, ordering a second one almost immediately as the bottom of the glass makes contact with the bar again.

The overdramatic thwack the glass makes triggers another memory, the noise is an exact replica of what he would hear almost each and every day. His father pouring himself a drink as he would sit Max down in front of him, making the young boy explain each and every mistake he’d made in either a race or just while ‘casually’ karting. In reality, karting when your father is Jos Verstpane can never be casual. Those conversations almost always ended in gulped tears and slammed glasses- often creating cracks in all the cups in the house.

The feeling of the cold surface around his new drink against his fingertips brings him back to reality. He takes his time with this one, taking longer and more gradual sips. He squeezes back over to where Daniel is still ‘dancing’ away to the music, more so swaying his body in the most off rhythm moves and swinging his arms above himself, luckily his once full cup is now disregarded off somewhere else. “Maaaaxxx!” He calls out again, regaining sight of the reason he’s here in the first place. The two fall back into their places next to each other, just like back in 2017.

The hour progresses, flicking over to 1am and nearing 2 am. Both of their throats are dry from continuous singing along to the music that is blaring all throughout the small and overheating area, dancing around to distract from the discomfort of their cotton shirts becoming saturated with sweat and each other's spilt drinks.

“I’ve missed you,” Max tilts his head down ever so slightly, the gap between the height seeming larger than usual as Daniel’s posture slumps down. He licks the corner of his mouth, his wet tongue peaking out which catches the eye of Daniel who’s almost shamelessly staring. “At red bull,” He clarifies, keeping it a strictly friendly moment. It’s partially the truth- he does miss him as a teammate, because despite how much he really does like Checo, Daniel had a sense of fun that no one could ever match.

Daniel mimics the lip-lick the other man had just previously done, his pink tongue wiping along the length of his bottom lip. “I miss you moreee Maxi-Taxi,” His voice is thick and oozes out like honey, all perfect and heavily sitting in Max’s ears. Daniel sucks in his cheeks, leaning closer and closer until his hooked nose is pressing up against the other man’s curved one.

A set of soft and inviting eyes meet those brooding, pale ocean ones, a clear softening occurring as Daniel’s eyes bore into them. “You’re my favourite teammate- always,” He brings a hand to the Dutch man’s chest, the back of his hand gently smacking into the breast of his black top. “Lando- god- he's such a kid, mate,” He shakes his head, laughing mainly to himself. “Great fun but.. Yeah, immature,”

Max scoffs, draining the last of his drink before setting it down onto the nearest flat surface to him. “Like you aren’t,” He grins, a matching one occurring on the Australian’s face.

“Hardly,” He rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue into a wet squelching nose. “He’s only somewhat.. ehhh, ‘normal’ now that he’s got Piastri keeping him sane,” Max can get that, making a quick mental comparison between the two young McLaren drivers until he realises Daniel is still speaking about his teammates. “Jean-Éric, nice guy, kinda forgettable,” He rubs a hand across the width of his neck which Max oogles out, trying to seem discreet.

“Kvyat,” Max nudges him, a wide smirk painting across his face. Daniil Kvyat, the man who Max took the red bull seat from back in 2015. He’d also taken Daniil’s recently ex-girlfriend- Kelly Piquet, daughter of 3x world champion, Nelson Piquet. The romance had been short lived however, especially cut short after Max had enjoyed his en makeout session with his then teammate, now the man in front of him, more than he’d ever enjoyed kissing Kelly.

“Yes,” He lets out a mix between a sigh and a laugh, “Daniil Kvyat- fucking guy hates you,” Dan whacks him in the shoulder, pushing a sharp exhale out of his mouth. He waves over a bartender for yet another drink as Daniel continues his seemingly never ending list. “Huuulkennbergggg,” He wheezes, never forgetting his dramatised rendition of pronouncing his ex-teammates last name. “Ehhh, Ocon, and nowww… tsunoda,” He’s so clearly drunk given the way all of his words are blending into each other and he’s becoming more painfully difficult to understand.

“Quite the list,” Max muses, laughing absentmindedly to himself sliding a hand up his own shirt to separate the soaked fabric from his abdomen. When he’s drunk, he hardly gets sad or tired- he just finds absolutely everything incredibly comedic. “I’ve had, ehh, also Jean-Éric,” He remembers, a memory of a short lived three races with the French driver. “Kvyat for same amount. Sainz for.. my whole season at Toro- yeah?,” Daniel nods, sipping away at some drink he managed to secretly acquire throughout their conversation. “You- the longest amount,” He furrows his eyebrows, struggling to remember the two exact drivers he’d had in between Daniel’s departure at the end of 2018 and Checo’s arrival in 2021.

“Gasly and Albon,” Daniel interrupts his thoughts, his eyes far from looking at where Max is deep in thought. He’s distracted, distracted by the younger fiddling away under his drenched shirt. Max lets out a hum of remembrance, his mind clicking into a timeline displaying just how long he’d race with each man for.

“It’s really hot in here,” He murmurs, tucking two fingers into his t-shirt collar, pulling it away from his skin to help cool himself down. The two of them come to a consensus of heading out, already having paid means they can slip out into the night as soon as they’ve agreed to leave. The rest of the city is quiet, acting according to being near 2 am. Daniel slings his arm back over the span of Max’s shoulder, holding himself up as they stumble down the cobblestone streets.

“You smell like shit,” Daniel wrinkles his nose up, wiping a thick sheen of sweat off his forehead, “very strongly of alcohol,” He muses, slipping a hand down into his pocket as his free one finds its place on the small of Max’s back.

“Happens when you drink,” The younger murmurs, pushing his nose into the base of Daniel’s throat, pushing a gurgled sound out of him. He swallows thickly before aimlessly mouthing at the spot of skin just above the hem of his collar. “You taste like sweat,” He mumbles out, a twisted grimace coating his expression.

Daniel brings the hand from his pocket back out to slide into the hair on the back of Max’s head, fingers tangling up in the messy and dampened blond strands. “Like you don’t?” He taunts, tugging back on the hair so Max’s looking up at him from the slightly crouched angle he’s standing at.

Neither of them realised at what point of the night they suddenly became desperate to be in this position, the exact one they’d been in back in 2017. A few experimental times later in that year, a few in 2018- once as a ‘goodbye’ for the Australian in 2022. Nothing had been like the post podium one yet- not until now.

“Try,” Max challenges him, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly. “Taste,” His words are beginning to become fuzzy in his head, a weird static trailing along with every noise that travels past his ears. He can’t tell if this is a good idea, or the worst he’ll ever make- but he wants to make it regardless.

Daniel looks down at Max’s nose, studying the curvature of it. Back up to his eyes, the deep and cloudy ocean blue that engulfs his pupils. The wispy and dark curls that frame those eyes, how they clump together with perspiration. His red lips, wet with a mix of alcohol and spit. Fuck, how good they look right now.

“Yeah,” Daniel nods, resting his forehead against Max’s. They breath out against each other’s faces for a few moments, both waiting for the other to take initiative and jump the bullet to get the end product they’re both keen for.

Daniel takes it in the end, taking his fingers higher up against Max’s scalp to cradle the back of his head, connecting their mouths finally. He was right, he tastes like bitter gin and salty sudate. Harsh around the edges and intoxicating the longer the kiss lasts. If Daniel wasn’t before this, he definitely is now. Max lets a moan pass into Dan’s mouth who eagerly engulfs it, desperate for more of those same noises. “You’re not mine, shouldn’t have you like this,” He hums as Max whines needily for more.

“Danny,” Max has to forcibly detach his mouth from the older man’s, a thumb pressing into his Adam's apple while his remaining fingers splay across the back of his neck. “Neuken- you’re all I want, I’m all yours'' He laughs, licking straight back into his mouth.

“Fuck you, Max,” Daniel murmurs straight back to him, wrapping two arms around his waist, hoisting him closer to him as he pins him into a wall nearby. “You let me go for so long thinking I was second to Leclerc- but I was always first, wasn’t I?” He taunts, a thumb playing with his bottom lip as he kisses as his top one. “You don’t fucking want him?” Max nods, confused as to why Charles is being brought into the conversation.

“Not at all, just you,” He promises, his huge hands squeezing into Daniel’s narrow hips as he flips them over, effectively shoving Daniel against the stone wall instead. “Why would I want him?”

“I see how you look at him,” He looks up at him, his eyes transfixed on the layer of sheen decorating the dutch man’s forehead. “Like you wanna fuck him,” He grins stupidly, “like how you’re looking at me right now,” Max clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he forcibly kisses Daniel again,

“I don’t do anything with him though,” He sneers, “I do things with you,” His stare softens, his thumb swiping down along one of Daniel’s tanned cheeks. “I only want you,” He whispers against his parted lips. His adam's apple bobs up and down, a long swallow accompanying it.

“What’s that make us?” His Australian accent is further amplified by his intoxication. Max twists his lips, shrugging at the question. Neither of them really know. If this means they should date, be friends who hook up whenever they want, or just never do this again- the lines between them fade into one another.

“Just mine,” He tilts his head, narrowing his eyebrows. “And all yours- we’re just each other’s,” Daniel agrees, a signature Danny-Ric smile spreading across his face.

“I can deal with that,” He pushes him away, wrapping an arm around his waist as they stumble down the same street, the dim lights of the street lamps illuminating the sides of their faces as they silently admire one another.

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #max verstappen x daniel ricciardo #dr3 #mv1 #mv33 #dr3 x mv1 #formula1 #f1 #formula one #f1 2024 #red bull racing #lando norris #zayn malik #zayn song

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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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episode 1: old scars and future hearts [fast times and fast nights]

featured: kelly piquet, max verstappen, daniil kvyat, jupiter nightshade, venus nightshade, roxanne castle, fernando alonso

word count: 3498

kelly piquet and max verstappen? no, there was a time — for several years — that it was kelly piquet and daniil kvyat. while they were never on the grid simultaneously, they were always together, be it when daniil was in the toro rosso or red bull, or kelly when she was in the williams or the red bull. it came as a shock to everyone when they announced their split. because, well, they have a kid: a bright, beautiful and sweet girl named penelope. what business did max verstappen have being involved with red bull driver, kelly piquet, right after the end of that relationship?

kelly piquet (red bull driver): daniil and i split a very long time ago. we are doing great at co-parenting penelope. she understands that we no longer live in the same house. she has handled it very well up to now, even with the addition of max into our little family. it should be a good sign, but it's kind of worrying, realistically.

→ daniil’s apartment, january 2024

penelope lies across the sofa with her head on daniil's lap as they watch the program on the television screen. penelope lifts her head and turns to lie on her stomach, resting her cheek on his clothed lap and looks up at him.

"are you coming with mummy and me to bahrain?"

"aw, p," daniil sighs, brushing away the hair that's fallen on her face. "you know i don't work in formula 1 anymore, right? i race other cars now."

"yeah," penelope sighs. "but you used to come with me to mummy's races."

"uncle max will take you with him," daniil laughs. it's funny because they'd just had this same conversation last night right before she fell asleep. perhaps it was the sleepiness taking over her and now she doesn't remember the conversation ever happening?

or maybe she's asking one more time for good measure.

penelope purses her lips and raises an eyebrow. "uncle max isn't my new daddy, is he?"

"do you not like him? i thought mummy said you were getting along well?"

"i do." she scrambles to sit up and sighs, throwing her head back. "what am i going to do while mummy is racing? what if i get bored? there's no one to play with!"

"silly!" daniil laughs, hands grabbing her stomach to tickle her. penelope shrieks, shrivelling up into a ball as she tries to fight his hands. "uncle max will be with you!”

max verstappen (head of rbr advertising, kelly piquet’s boyfriend): the goal isn’t to be her dad. she already has one, so that’s not what i’m here for. but we do get along well! she’s a very lovely kid.

daniil kvyat: p always talks about max and how much fun he is. she’s always liked him in the red bull garage, so there’s no hard feelings there.

→ max’s condo complex, january 2024

“maxie!” penelope shrieks, throwing her arms around max’s legs.

“oh, hey, mate,” daniil greets him with a handshake and a hug. “how’s everything been?”

max smiles. “pretty good!” he looks down at penelope. “did you have fun at your dad’s, p?”

penelope nods before running into his apartment. “yeah! we went to the water park!” she holds her arms out. “where’s the cats?”

“p, be gentle with the cats!” daniil calls out into the apartment before looking at max apologetically. “i’m sorry, mate. she really missed the cats. even begged me to get one so that she’d have cats in two homes.”

max presses his lips together. “it’s a trap. don’t get cats, mate. they’re amazing, but god.”

daniil laughs, handing max penelope’s bag. “i seriously considered it for a while! but i won’t be around much, so it seems cruel.”

“i know what you mean,” max grins. “i saw you’re driving for prema this year in wec! congrats, mate!”

“it’s exciting! how’s the red bull car?”

max shrugs. “haven’t seen it yet. next week, maybe. right before the public launch.”

daniil sighs. “well, i’ve got to run. i’ll see you next weekend to pick her up! be safe!”

daniil kvyat: we’re all adults. no reason to harbour feelings just because he’s with my ex-girlfriend.

❝do you think penelope will try and be a racer herself like her mum? or do you reckon she’s got no interest in the racing scene like both of you?❞

kelly piquet: preferably not! [laughs] it’s such a cutthroat sport — i’d prefer if she didn’t subject herself to this kind of stress. but i’ll support her if she wants to.

→ daniil's apartment, january 2024

penelope jumps off the couch. "can we watch tv?"

daniil walks out of the kitchen with two cups, both filled with orange juice. he walks over to the small girl cuddled up on the couch in her pyjamas with a stuffed kangaroo. "what do you feel like watching, p?"

"can we rewatch one of mummy's races?" penelope asks, slowly moving to hang her head at the edge of the couch. "i want to watch the one where she's racing against auntie jupiter."

daniil kvyat (prema driver for wec, kelly piquet's ex-boyfriend): p has been very fond of jupiter since they met in the garage of the red bull a couple years ago. to p, jupiter is the world champion of her era. she loves roxanne, sure, but she sees jupiter in a whole different light. jupiter and i are on good terms – doesn't really matter to me if p spends time with her.

kelly piquet: actually, i don't want my kid around jupiter. i don't need my sweet baby taking after her recklessness.

jupiter nightshade (red bull driver, 4-time world champion): baby penelope, oscar and i love playing with hot wheels in my garage – i let her win all the time. oscar, though, is quite ruthless.

oscar piastri (mechanical engineering major at the university of bristol, jupiter nightshade's boyfriend): [giggling softly with a hand over his mouth] it's funny. i'm the reigning champion in our hot wheels competition. p doesn't mind, though. she's a good sport.

→ silverstone gp, 2023

jupiter sighs, dropping to her knees as she wraps her arms around the young girl. penelope scrunches face face as her hands come up to cover her eyes. behind them, oscar pumps his fist into the air, hopping over to the pair on the ground.

jupiter whirls around slightly, swatting at her dancing boyfriend. she shoots him a glare and gestures at the sobbing girl in her arms.

he clears his throat and wipes the smile from his face. he purses his lips together as he faces the crying girl. "aw, p! i thought you said it was okay if uncle ozzy won?" oscar coos, tapping her shoulder lightly. "do you want to play a second round? i'm sure i won out of pure luck."

penelope peeks from jupiter's shoulder with a hand on her lips. "yes."

oscar piastri: that's what she said to me when we first started playing. how was i supposed to kn– [throws his arms into his lap and sighs heavily] i'm not very good with kids.

kelly piquet: oscar, i like. he's an honest kid. he's the kind of influence i want p around. but i don't know... him with jupiter? she's a bad influence on him. but for some reason, i can't keep p away from her.

→ bahrain, pre-season testing, 2024

max walks into the red bull racing home, a bag over his shoulder with a tiny hand wrapped around his. he looks down at the younger girl and shakes her hand. “excited to visit mummy at work?”

penelope, with one hand on the railings and the other locked in max’s, stomps up the stairs as she hums happily. “yes! i wanna try on mummy’s new helmet. and the car! yeah, her car!”

he laughs, grabbing both her hands and lifting her into the air for the last few steps. he puts her down at the top of the steps and drops her hands. “we can watch from mummy’s garage with uncle christian!”

“you mean grandpa christian!” penelope giggles with a hand in her mouth. she whirls around towards the long hallway stretch and screeches. she takes off, screaming for her auntie jupiter, stopping right by her door.

“p, shouldn’t we find mummy first?”

max could hear kelly’s relentless reminders to him this morning before she had left their hotel room. make sure penelope doesn't find jupiter. but she is a five-year-old: there is no way he will drag her into the politics of everything.

“but we’re already here!” she balls her hands into fists, winding her arm back to start knocking on the door.

but the door opens before she can try and grab jupiter’s attention. a taller figure towers over her, immediately swooping her up into their arms. “baby penelope!”

she screeches and writhes in laughter when fingers dig into the side of her stomach. “auntie jupiter!”

“i thought i heard your tiny little feet against the floor,” jupiter giggles, promptly putting her back on the ground. she drops to her knees to meet the girl’s height and keeps a hand on her back. “how have you been? did you miss me?”

“is uncle ozzy here?” penelope cranes her neck to try and get a glance inside the room. “i brought cookies!”

jupiter looks behind her, finding max smiling at her politely with a paper bag in his hands. “we bought them on the way.”

“uncle ozzy will be here later,” jupiter smiles. “did you enjoy the holidays?”

“yes! i had two christmases!” penelope beams, holding two fingers up to emphasise her point. “i had so many presents!”

jupiter tilts her head. “what new toys did you get?”

penelope’s eyes widen, shaking excitedly in her arms. “i got a new hot wheels set. can we play later?” she grabs the sleeve of jupiter’s shirt. “please? with uncle ozzy? i won’t cry this time.”

the driver laughs. “of course! i spent christmas with uncle ozzy in melbourne. he’s got this koala stuffy that we bought for you; i’ll give it to you later, okay?”

penelope claps, nodding. “okay!”

jupiter nightshade: my dislike for piquet has absolutely nothing to do with baby penelope. daniil and i were teammates a while back, so that also helped, i guess. and how can you not love baby penelope? she is absolutely adorable and delightful! i've got two siblings of my own – both considerably younger than i am – so that experience really helps with my budding friendship with penelope.

venus nightshade (sophomore ferrari driver): my name is venus nightshade – i'm jupiter nightshade's little sister. this is my second year in formula one and i drive with ferrari.

→ monaco gp, 2023

mercedes team radio sonnet pham: it looks like they're going to sacrifice little nightshade

❝venus nightshade, the pole sitter for the baku track finds herself crossing the chequered flag in p5 after a late pitstop. while her teammate, veteran, natalia bunbury won the monaco gp, with fellow rookie, aella gutierrez just three seconds behind in the mclaren.❞

venus stands by the red bull racing home, hands over her eyes as she looks up hopelessly at her older sister. “i don’t understand. i could have converted that pole to a win.”

“they didn’t pit you when your tyres have deteriorated?” jupiter presses her palm against her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. she has a hand on her hip as she turns away to start pacing. “that’s so stupid! christian never would have missed that!”

“i had no grip on the track so i spun out at the corner.” the younger girl drops her head with a frown. “i’m sorry.”

jupiter halts where she is. she turns around sharply and raises an eyebrow. “why are you apologising?”

venus, with tears in her eyes just sighs. she looks away and turns away from jupiter. “i feel kinda hopeless. i can’t go against the team.”

“yes, you can,” jupiter scoffs with a raised eyebrow. “do you want me to talk to them? fred’s gonna get an–“

“piter,” venus sighs tiredly, shaking her head. “don’t. i’m already talked about enough because i’m related to you.”

“but venus-”

“jupiter,” venus repeats her name in a firmer tone. jupiter finally takes a look at her younger sister and there’s a certain assuredness to her that makes her stand down. “don’t do anything. stay out of this.”

the red bull driver’s shoulder slumps slightly with a soft sigh. she holds her hands up to surrender to venus’s wishes. “okay.”

but when you know you’ve got the power to make at least one person’s life better, you’d do it, right? especially when that person is your little sister trying to make a name for herself in the same sport you’re in? you’d want to see her succeed as much as you have.

→ bahrain gp, 2024

“what the fuck, jupiter! i told you to stay out of it!” venus shrieks, throwing her arms into the air. “i’m only a rookie – what right have i got to demand being prioritised over nat?”

jupiter rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “i didn’t tell fred to ‘prioritise’ you. i told him to get his shit together before he loses a good rookie.”

“that’s the same thing!” venus runs her hands through her hair, laughing dryly as she tugs at her roots. “i told you to stay out of it! that’s something i can only say if i can prove to the team that i’m worth considering for the long term.”

“you’ve proved yourself enough,” jupiter answers, shooting her sister an incredulous stare. “you’re almost always on par with nat every weekend. i was trying to help!”

“well, you didn’t! now everyone thinks i’m trying to use my world-champion sister for an easy way out!”

“who said that to you? tell me.”

“jupiter! you don’t get it!”

jupiter nightshade: i was just trying to help her out. i mean, it’s been an ongoing problem with ferrari, right? i can’t speak for nat, but now that my sister’s on the team… how could i have not?

venus nightshade: it’s not the imagine i want everyone to have of me. i want to be respected and climb my way up just like everybody else. i don’t want to use my relation with jupiter to get there.

roxanne castle (aston martin driver, 2-time world champion): i get where venus is coming from, but also jupiter’s side of things. when i started as a rookie, nando was already a driver in f1. he tried his best to make my transition into the sport easier by pulling strings and doing whatever he could. sure, i got a lot of flack for it, but in his eyes, he just wanted to help.

❝reports say that roxanne castle and fernando alonso were avoiding one another at the paddocks today. could the rumours that fernando was pulling strings behind the scenes come to fruition? is it safe to say that it’s coming between their relationship?❞

❝some staff members of ferrari say that they heard screaming and fighting coming from fernando alonso’s driver’s room.❞

fernando alonso (2-time world champion): just wanted to see my wife (then girlfriend) succeed. [shrugs] what did you expect me to do?

— breaking: fernando alonso announces retirement from formula 1 at the end of the 2023 season.

— breaking: daniel ricciardo to drive for aston martin in 2024

— breaking: red bull junior driver, charlotte miller, promoted to the alphatauri team after ricciardo’s departure

→ abu dhabi gp, 2023

❝this is your last race in your very long career in formula 1. how do you feel?❞

fernando slightly frowns, glancing at roxanne at the far end of the couch. “pretty good, actually. but, i won’t disappear altogether — i’m helping aston martin with car developments and other things with the car.”

he hears an exasperated sigh from the other end of the couch. he moves slightly and laughs at his wife rolling her eyes.

“she is not very happy with my retirement.”

roxanne picks up her mic and wipes a tear from her eye. “i like being teammates with him.”

fernando grins. “i think i will miss her more than i miss racing.”

→ parc ferme, abu dhabi, 2023

❝we bid goodbye to yet another racing legend, fernando alonso. there he is, embracing his teammate and wife, roxanne castle right by their cars.❞

roxanne pulls away, tears now falling out of her eyes. “i’m going to miss you, my love.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” fernando laughs, cupping her cheeks. “i will be with you in the garage!”

“not every weekend,” roxanne frowns. “it’s what i’ve gotten used to.”

“mi amor,” fernando pulls her into his arms again. “do not worry. i am your designated bag holder every time i am here.”

it’s not easy, as they’ve reiterated numerous times, to be romantically involved and be racing one another on the track. somehow, they did manage to see it through — they’re married now, duh. but fighting on the track in separate teams is different from being teammates.

— breaking: fernando alonso set to replace sebastian vettel in aston martin

roxanne castle: it was a pretty good transition. i think if we were teammates when we were younger, we never would have gotten married.

fernando alonso: she’s right. when i was approached by aston martin, i thought it was a joke. i mean… putting me up against my wife? that has got to be some kind of twisted prank, right? but at that point in our lives — and career — we were mature enough to separate it from our marriage.

racing alongside one another… does that remind you of somebody else?

— f3 prema drivers, aella gutierrez and logan sargeant, teammates turned lovers?

— breaking: aella gutierrez in the running for top 3 in the drivers’ championship after singapore gp podium

but that’s a story for another day. fernando’s decision to retire, allegedly, wasn’t taken seriously by roxanne at first especially after his performance with the team.

roxanne castle: it’s unfair. when he told me he was thinking of retiring, i didn’t think he meant now. i tried to convince him otherwise but he said he is very sure about this decision. i will miss him, definitely. we were together almost every weekend — no, everyday — for the past 18 years.

→ spain, february 2024

roxanne comes up behind fernando, pulling his shirt down his arms. she wraps her arms around his torso and hums. “i will miss you this weekend.”

“mi amor, i wish i could come with you,” fernando sighs, turning to face her. he watches as she takes a step back, pulling down on his shirt as she starts buttoning it herself. “but they need me at the factory this weekend instead of the paddock.”

“i know,” she sighs tiredly. “it’s just going to be so weird walking in without you.”

fernando laughs. “i know. i feel weird not being there with you.”

roxanne tugs on the shirt and straightens it out for him. “you’ll call me in the evening though, right? then you wouldn’t feel so far away.”

fernando alonso: when i made the decision to retire, all i could i think of is that it’s time to open up a spot for a new rookie… like seb did last year. i’ve had a good run.

he’s right. for once, it actually ended up with a rookie getting the seat. alphatauri is taking a chance on junior driver, charlotte miller, to drive alongside yuki tsunoda this year. kelly piquet’s contract expires at the end of the season; they will all be fighting for that second seat alongside jupiter nightshade.

charlotte miller (rookie, alphatauri driver): i’ve just entered the sport so i don’t really have much high expectations for myself getting that seat. but, i will be working towards that goal to the best of my ability this year.

❝2023 f2 runner-up, charlotte miller, will be joining us on the track as an alphatauri driver. the question is will she wind up being the better choice instead of liam lawson, red bull reserve driver, and boyfriend?❞

@cashtons-wife @darleneslane @angsthology

#max verstappen x oc #fernando alonso x oc #logan sargeant x oc #formula one oc #f1 oc #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x oc #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke ftfn

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danifesting · 10 months

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Happy birthday to my dearest @fourmula1. I am so grateful for our friendship and the joy you bring me. I hope you like this little birthday gift I wrote for you.

There’s a bouquet of roses, big fat red ones, sitting on Daniel’s counter next to a bottle of champagne with a card hanging from it written in Max’s messy scrawl but Max isn’t here right now, Daniel doesn’t think. The lights in his apartment are off except the one he keeps on above the kitchen island that is currently illuminating his little surprise. He rips open the card.

Daniel,

Congratulations. I always believed in you.

Love,

Max

Simple, sweet, and to the point, just like the man in question. Daniel chuckles and buries his face into the roses, inhaling their scent and feeling the velvety petals rub against his face. He’s tired. It’s been a crazy week but he hasn’t seen Max since Sunday, and all he wants right now is to bury his face in Max’s chest and let the tears of relief and joy fall because he hasn’t yet, except for a brief moment on the phone with his mum to tell her the news before it broke. It’s been a whirlwind, from tire testing, to more sim work, to the factory for his seat fitting and promotional materials. It’s a lot and he’s tired. He texts Max.

Daniel: i’m home in case you want to come by

Max: i’ll be there in five

Daniel smiles down at his phone. They don’t live in the same building anymore but Max knew when he was getting home, must have waited in the cafe around the corner for Daniel to arrive. He smells the roses one more time and puts the bottle of champagne in the fridge, for later, or maybe for another day perhaps. There’s a knock at the door just as he shuts the refrigerator door. He crosses the room and opens the door. Max is standing there slightly out of breath and red in the face.

“Did you run here?” Daniel asks with a laugh.

“Yes,” Max says, looking a little sheepish. “I wanted to see you.” He toes off his shoes inside the door and pulls Daniel into a hug, “I’m so proud of you baby.”

“Yeah, Maxy. Me too,” Daniel says as he buries his face into Max’s hair. It smells the same, like the old spice he’s been using since he was a teenager who broke down all of Daniel’s carefully placed defenses all those years ago. He’s glad he let those walls be knocked down for moments like this, someone to share it all with, someone who loves him when he’s so far from home. He kisses Max’s hair. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

They walk still pressed together to Daniel’s couch and sit.

“How are you feeling?” Max asks.

“Honestly? A little overwhelmed,” Daniel says. He leans further into Max’s space. “A lot tired.”

“Come, let’s lay down,” Max says and lies down on the couch and pulls Daniel on top of him. Daniel rests his head on Max’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, calming and soothing after such a whirlwind of a week. Max strokes his fingers through Daniel’s hair and Daniel relaxes into it, lets himself really feel.

The first sniffles come quickly, tears pooling into Daniel’s eyes, a little shudder. He presses his face into Max’s chest and lets go. He lets the tears fall from his eyes quietly at first and then a little louder.

“Are you okay?” Max asks softly, fingers still gently running through Daniel’s hair.

“Yeah,” Daniel replies, he leans up and looks at Max. “It’s just, for a little while, I was afraid I’d never come back, and now…”

“You’re back where you belong,” Max says firmly.

“Not quite,” Daniel says. He still hopes for more, to be in a Red Bull and not an Alpha Tauri.

“Next year,” Max says.

The certainty, Max’s unwavering faith in Daniel, the faith he’s had in him through all of this, even on the darkest of days is contagious.

“Next year,” Daniel says. He leans down and kisses Max, tasting the salt from his own tears and the promise of more. For him, for them. No matter what happens, Daniel knows it will be okay, because they will be together.

#maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #fic #my fic #just a little celebratory fic in honor of my dear friend's birthday and of daniel's return to grid

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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Impulse - Part 1

Impulse – Part 1

Fic Summary: Tired of doing what everyone expects, Eddie convinces you to ditch school and do something impulsive for once. However, your impulse isn’t what he’s anticipating. Impulse Masterpost. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Virgin Female Reader (Reader is 18)

Warnings: Language, Drug Use (mentions of smoking pot), Talk of Strict/Overbearing Parents, Friends with Benefits Adjacent, Canon Divergent, Oral (Male Receiving)

A/N: New surprise series drop! Have no clue how many parts this will be but I know I want them to be mostly short smutty fics that can be read as oneshots. Enjoy!

School is bullshit, particularly high school.

On the cusp of graduation, you’ve slowly begun to realize how fucked up the system truly is. Your entire childhood you’re talked down to, told what to believe and what to think. And then when you turn eighteen you’re suddenly supposed to act like an adult? For fuck’s sake, two weeks ago you had to fucking ask for a pass to go to the bathroom and now that you’re graduating, you’re expected to know already what you want to do with your life? You’re expected to go to college, get a boring office job, crank out two kids, and then force them to go through what you went through?

Bull. Shit. All of it.

You sit in the back of Ms. O’Donnell’s class, desk empty and mind somewhere else. Your grades have been slipping, something your mother constantly reminds you. Caring isn’t even in your vocabulary anymore. Besides, you’ve done just enough to scrape by so you don’t fail. Because failing meant repeating this shit all over again.

Speaking of repeating, two desks away, Eddie’s desk is also empty. He’s leaning back in his seat, looking as bored as you feel. You haven’t talked to him much, only a few convos here and there. But today when your eyes find him, he's already staring at you.

‘Kill me’ you mouth before slumping forward on the desk. Eddie smirks.

Just then, O’Donnell calls on you. You’re not even sure what the fucking question is so when she says your name, followed by, “Can you tell me what year that was?” you have no clue what she’s talking about.

“Pass.”

Everyone in the class turns their heads to look at you. The teacher’s eyes narrow. “You can’t pass when I ask you a question,” she says in a stern tone.

“Funny because I just did.”

You’ve never talked back to a teacher and you’re starting to wonder why because it feels really good to see the shock on her face. Your classmates erupt into murmurs. You chance a look at Eddie whose eyebrows disappear under his bangs.

“Excuse me?” O’Donnell says.

“Do you need me to say it again?”

The teacher’s face turns bright red in anger. “Principal’s office, now!” she orders, pointing to the door.

You don’t get up. “Yeah, I’m gonna pass on that too.”

A hush falls across the room. Everyone is either looking at you or looking at O’Donnell. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Eddie hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

“If you cannot be respectful in my class than maybe you shouldn’t be here,” O’Donnell says, crossing her arms. There’s a smirk playing on her lips, as if you thinks she’s caught you in some kind of trap.

Joke’s on her.

With a shrug, you grab your backpack and stand. “Works for me.” Without batting an eye, you leave.

There’s a rush of adrenaline unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s just after lunch and there are still several hours of school left, but fuck it. You’d rather spend the time walking home than sitting at one of those tiny desks for another minute.

You’re on your way to the side entrance, knowing you can duck out that way without being seen, when you hear your name called.

To your surprise, Eddie is jogging to catch up to you. Class isn’t even close to done which means he must have walked out as well.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“That was fucking amazing!” he says with a grin. He doesn’t have a backpack, only a small metal lunchbox.

“Thanks. Not looking forward to her calling my parents but I couldn’t stand being in there another second.”

“Fucking same. Where are you going now?”

You shrug. “Home to wait for the inevitable.”

“I have a better idea,” he says, slinging his arm around your shoulders and leading you towards the exit. “Come with me.”

You hesitate. Not because you don’t like Eddie. Sure he’s loud and boisterous but he’s never been anything other than chill with you. The truth is this rebelling thing is all new to you and you’re starting to feel a twinge of anxiety over what you did.

As if sensing your hesitation, Eddie throws you a grin. “It’ll be worth it, promise,” he assures you. “Come on, you’re already leaving school. Might as well have some fun.”

Being this close to Eddie is new. The weight of his arm feels good and the heat radiating from his body makes your stomach flutter. This is the first time you’ve ever been touched by someone who isn’t family. He smells like weed and cheap cologne, neither of which bothers you in the slightest. Up close, you never realized how beautiful his eyes are, almost honey-colored in the shitty school lights. There’s something about him that puts you at ease and you grin back.

“Alright, Munson. Show me what you got.”

Eddie’s arm slips away as he steps forward to push the door open for you. “That’s the spirit!”

Walking across the parking lot in broad daylight with Eddie “the Freak” Munson feels weird. And so fucking exciting. You have no idea what he has in store but you’re curious to find out. He leads you to the edge of one of the fields where the scenery changes into woods.

“What you said to O’Donnell was fucking epic,” he says as you two move through the trees. “I’ve never seen her face turn that shade of red before. And believe me, I’ve made her angry plenty of times in the last two years.”

“I fucking hate when teachers call on you even though they know you don’t have the answer. They’re just trying to embarrass us and I’m so fucking done with it. With all of high school.”

“Preaching to the fucking choir. So what are your plans for after?”

You sigh heavily. “That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Everyone wants to know, as if I have any fucking clue. I’m eighteen. I shouldn’t have to decide right this second what I want to do with my entire life.”

“Seriously. It’s absolute bullshit.”

“Right? How are we the only ones who see that?”

“Forced conformity. They think it’s ‘normal’.”

“There’s no such thing as normal.”

The two of you arrive at a picnic table and Eddie gestures to it with a sweep of his hand. “Please, step into my office.”

Amused, you take a seat on the table itself, throwing your bag onto the ground. Eddie shrugs out of his leather jacket before joining you. He’s still clutching the lunchbox and now that you’re sitting there with him, you realize you’ve never seen him without it.

“See, I don’t usually operate this way, but I figure it’s a special occasion,” he says, flipping the lid.

For the first time you actually get to see what’s inside and, you have to admit, you don’t know what you were expecting. The assortment of drugs is a mild surprise. Of course there have been rumors that if you need a fix of something Eddie can hook you up. However, you don’t tend to pay attention to rumors. Seems like these were true.

Eddie digs around before he pulls out a bag with a pre-rolled joint. “This one’s on the house,” he tells you. “For making O’Donnell madder than I ever could.”

“You honor me.”

Still grinning, Eddie takes the joint out of the bag and pulls a lighter from his pocket. He puts the end in his mouth and you watch as he lights it, your gaze drawn to his hands.

Damn, how have you never noticed those hands before? Long slender fingers, dexterous from playing guitar. It makes you wonder what else he can do with them. Being this close, his hands aren’t the only things you’re noticing.

Eddie is gorgeous.

The thought strikes you out of nowhere and you realize it’s because while you’ve seen him before, you’ve never really seen him.

He takes a drag, holding it in for a second as he passes you the joint before slowly exhaling. You’re not as smooth as he is. This is the first time you’ve ever even seen a joint. Not that you haven’t been curious, it’s just the first time the opportunity has presented itself. You follow his lead except you’re almost immediately sent into a coughing fit.

Eddie chuckles as he takes the joint back. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you cough. “Just destroyed my cool image in a few seconds is all.”

Eddie laughs. “Nah, I still think you’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

The two of you pass the joint back and forth until it’s finished. Eddie puts the stub out on the picnic table as he leans back on his hands.

“All bullshit aside, what do you want to do?” he asks. “If you could pick whatever.”

You copy his stance because it brings you closer to him, your shoulder practically touching his. “Truthfully? I honestly don’t know. I’ve never had a chance to actually sit and think about it. My parents are always so fucking focused on my grades and I was too. All I was allowed to do was study. They wouldn’t even let me spend time with my friends. Recently, I don’t know, I just got fucking fed up with everything and I realized, grades don’t fucking matter. Not in the grand scheme of things.”

Eddie nods in understanding. “Sounds like your parents are assholes.”

“Oh for sure. They’re going to be pissed later. I’m sure I’m going to be grounded. As if they fucking let me out of the house anyway.”

“Wait, so like, you can’t even go to the movies or hang out at a friend’s house?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

“What about dating?”

“What about it?”

“Have you ever been on a date?”

If anyone else asked you, you’d get embarrassed or defensive. But with Eddie, you don’t. Of course, that could also be because you’re stoned.

“No. Not that anyone has asked. Even if they did, I wouldn’t be able to go.”

Eddie slides off the table and moves to stand in front of you. “Unacceptable,” he says. “I refuse to believe no one has ever asked you out. You’re a total hottie.”

His compliment takes you by surprise and you can feel the heat rising in your face. “Shut up,” you say, playfully kicking at him. “You can stop trying to make me feel better. I’ve come to terms with it.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” Eddie says. He places a hand over his heart. “And because I’m such a good person, I will be more than happy to take you out on your first date.”

Going on a date with Eddie Munson? Going on your first ever date with Eddie Munson?

Fuck.

That sounds like the best idea you’ve heard in a long time. “I’m flattered but need I remind you of the strict parents who won’t let me out of their sight?”

Eddie shrugs, shoving his hands in his back pockets. “Easy,” he says. “Sneak out and I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh, really, that’s all?”

Eddie’s grin returns. “If you can essentially tell O’Donnell to fuck off, I’m sure you can find a way to sneak out of your house.”

You ponder what he says. Your house is only one story. You very easily can climb out your window if you wanted to. You’ve never had the urge before because you were too scared of what your parents would do. Plus, any friends are kept at arm’s length due to the fact you can’t see them outside of school. It became easier to be alone.

But, seriously, what was the worst they could do? You’re eighteen. You’re already going to graduate. Not to mention they won’t expect it.

Eddie’s grin widens the longer you’re silent. “You’ve figured out a way, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Eddie puts his foot on the wooden bench, leaning towards you in excitement. “So it that a yes?”

“Depends on if you’re legitimately asking me out.”

“Thought I made it clear that I was.”

The flutters in your stomach are stronger now, especially with him this close. Your body aches to reach out and touch him, to slide your hand into his messy hair and yank him into a kiss.

Your first kiss.

“Then, if you’re serious, my answer is yes.”

Eddie’s grin softens and he bites his bottom lip. “Tomorrow night? Pick you up at eight?”

“Make it nine. They’ll be in bed by then.”

“It’s a date.” He stays there, eyes drinking you in as if he’s trying to memorize the lines of your face. “I take it no dating also means…”

“Yes, I’m a virgin. In every sense of the word.”

“Well, we’re just going to have to change that.” Eddie’s eyes go wide for a second and his cool mask drops as he draws back. “Only if you want to, that is. Shit, that came out creepier than I intended.”

You laugh, mostly because you have to in order to ease the fluttering that’s taken residence in your stomach. “Don’t worry, I thought it sounded hot.”

Eddie gives you that boyish grin. “Hot you say?”

You push yourself up to sit, bringing your face close to his. “Super hot.”

Eddie bites his lip again, his eyes hooded as he looks you up and down. “You let me know when and what you’re ready for and I’ll be more than happy to assist.”

Your mind races. There’s so much you want to do, to experience. But, more importantly, so much you want to do with Eddie.

The impulsiveness that took hold earlier is back and you’re just excited enough, and just high enough, to follow through. You suddenly get to your feet, forcing Eddie to take a step back so you don’t collide. Without giving yourself a chance to second guess what you’re doing, you reach for his belt.

Eddie’s eyes go comically wide and he sucks in a deep breath as you undo the buckle.

“Wow, you’re just jumping right in, aren’t you?” he asks, lays his hands on your arms. It’s not to stop you, but to caress.

The touch sends a shudder through your body and your heart rate spikes.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” you say, pausing to give him a chance to refuse.

“I don’t know what you’re planning but whatever it is, I’m here for it.”

That’s all the permission you need. You deftly undo his belt and shove his pants down. Eddie leans in, like he’s about to kiss you but you have another idea. You grab his waist and turn so his back is to the table. He’s commando underneath and it thrills you. You put a hand on his chest and push him down onto the bench.

Eddie’s eyes are wide and his lips part as his breathing picks up. You can see his pupils dilate right before your eyes and the fact that he, Eddie Munson, is turned on, wants you, makes you feel desirable for the first time in your life.

You drop to your knees.

“I think I’m going to blow you now,” you say in a surprisingly casual tone.

His mouth moves but no sound comes out at first. It’s like you can see the wheels turning in his head though you would give anything to hear what he must be thinking. Eventually, when he does speak, he says, “Fuck, yes, please.”

The ‘please’ gets you. There’s a hint of a whine to his voice, a neediness that surprises you. It’s empowering.

You finally look down and see a cock for the first time. HIS cock for the first time. A long, thick shaft nestled above dark curls. Even without touching him you’ve made him hard. When you wrap your hand around him, it twitches against your palm, and you realize in that moment that he’s only half-hard. With zero frame of reference, you have nothing or no one to compare him to. All you know is that the sight is fucking thrilling and makes your pussy throb.

You stick out your tongue and lick a stripe up the underside of him, immediately drawing a moan out of Eddie.

So you do it again, this time looking up at him while you do. His elbows are leaning on the tabletop and his gaze is not leaving your face for a second. Already a flush has started to spread across his cheeks.

Out of your element, but determined to make him feel good, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and gently suck.

Eddie inhales sharply. His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips and his hands clench into fists, like he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing you. You suck again, harder this time and are rewarded by a drop of something wet and salty, falling onto your tongue.

“Shit, that feels good.” The low gravelly nature of his voice hits you harder than you expect. You feel another stab of desire and it urges you to do more.

Carefully, you relax your jaw and slowly start to slide the rest of him into your mouth. You only get a little ways before coming back up again. Sucking at the tip, you flick him with your tongue and then repeat the process.

Eddie’s chest starts to rapidly rise and fall, straining against his Hellfire shirt. You wonder what he’d look like without it, how he’d look fully naked, spread out and waiting for you.

Another time.

With each move downward, you’re able to take a little more of him each time, until you take all you can. Even then, it’s not all of him. You wrap your hand around the rest and this time when you pull up, you follow the movement with a firm stroke.

Eddie’s hips jerk off the bench and you gag for a second. Instinctively, you swallow around him, proud when you feel him slide even further down your throat.

“Fuck!” he swears, throwing his head back with the most erotic moan you’ve ever heard.

It makes your body hot with want and you’re eager to make him make that sound again. Your pace is slow at first, however, once you get used to the motion and the heady taste of him, you’re able to move quicker, smoother.

Eddie’s hips are rocking along with your movements. He’s panting now and when you glance up, you’re greeted by the beautiful vision of red cheeks and big brown eyes watching you. The hunger and desire you see reflected back is intoxicating.

You’re doing this to him. You’re making him feel this way.

Fuck, what else can you make him feel?

Pulling off his cock to catch your breath, you keep stroking him, your saliva and his precum acting as lube. You open your mouth and sloppily run your tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times. Then, you duck your head and take one of his balls into your mouth.

Eddie’s hands immediately fly to your head and he gasps. “Jesus Christ! Fuck, sweetheart, that mouth!”

His cock feels impossibly hard. Your hand is cramping but you’re determined to keep jerking him off. At least until you suck on his other ball for a second, trying to taste every inch of him that you can.

By the time you get back to sucking his cock, he’s a babbling, mess. His hands direct your movements as his hips roll along, making him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum like this. Shit, I’ve never cum this fast before. Fuck fuck fuck!”

You’re spurred on by the admissions and suck harder, closing your eyes and surrendering. Your head moves up and down on his lap. You’re making a mess, spit dripping down his cock and balls as you’re given little time to swallow. Eddie is outright fucking you mouth and it’s so fucking sexy that your panties are drenched.

You can’t take it anymore and use one hand to open your jeans, slipping your hand between your legs. Your body sags with relief, hips grinding forward.

“Are-Are you touching yourself?” Eddie gasps. “SHIT! You are! Oh, fuck!”

For a split second, his cock grows impossibility hard and he pushes your head down as far as it can go, moaning when you constrict around him. The next second, he’s shooting his load into the back of your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all.

You’re pussy is aching and while Eddie cums, you furiously rub your clit, moaning with relief. Eddie’s cock spasms at the vibration and you feel more cum a second later. It's enough to send you over the edge and you cum hard, your pussy clenching around nothing but wanting it to be Eddie. Fuck, you never know it could be this way. How could a simple blow job get you off harder than any of your wildest fantasies?

Because this isn’t a fantasy. This is real. This is Eddie.

Once the pleasure recedes, you let him slip from your mouth, gasping for breath. You desperately want to keeping rubbing yourself but you’re so god damn sensitive it hurts.

Suddenly, Eddie grabs your upper arms and yanks you up and onto his lap. He grabs your wrist, yanking it out of your pants. And, while making eye contact, he slides your wet fingers into his mouth. It’s your turn to gasp, imaging those lips somewhere else. Brown eyes never leave yours as he sucks you slick away, his tongue wrapping around both digits.

The noise he makes. It’s like he’s just sampled a delicious treat that he desperately wants more of.

A few seconds later, he lets them go with a wet pop. Reaching up, his thumb gathers a bead of cum that escaped down your chin, smearing it across your bottom lip until you lewdly suck it away.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, breathless with awe in his voice. “You say your parents are strict. Wouldn’t I be astounding in that equation?”

“The evil guitar playing drug dealer looking to corrupt their daughter?” you tease with a grin. “Absolutely.”

Eddie grins, relaxing back while sliding his hands under your shirt, palms dragging across bare skin. “Can’t corrupt someone who isn’t innocent.”

You reach down to wrap your hand around him again. He jerks up with a hiss, his cock red and clearly as sensitive as you are, yet he still twitches with interest. “Or maybe I’m the one who will corrupt you, Eddie.”

“I can’t wait to see you try.”

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