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[your-favourite-blonde]

Future | Daniel Ricciardo

*GIF Creds: @ariesrain*

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With a child and working at the McLaren Technology Centre, oftentimes you find yourself having to take your son with you, and you notice a certain F1 driver getting closer with him, and it warms your heart.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of being a single mum, mentions of a one-night stand and the biological father not being present, another dad dan fic cause why the hell not :)

The son’s name is Micah because I love that name :’)

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You flip through some paperwork, rubbing your forehead while trying to rid your eyes of the sleep you hadn’t but really should’ve gotten yesterday. Considering Micah is three years old, you would’ve assumed that meant he’d be more independent and not keep you up at unholy hours of the night but boy, were you wrong.

When he was born, you feared you had to give up your job at McLaren and when you were due to give in your resignation, you’d entered Zak’s office assuming he wouldn’t be busy when you’d noticed Daniel standing opposite his desk, his arms crossed.

‘S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.’ You looked between Zak and Daniel, Daniel meeting your eyes, his gaze remaining on you when your eyes flickered back to Zak’s, tapping the letter against the palm of your hand.

‘It’s okay Y/N, how can I help you?’ You sighed, reaching over to place the white envelope on his desk, straightening back up and motioning towards it with your hand. ‘It’s my resignation Sir.’ You admitted, swallowing the lump in your throat.

‘I don’t understand.’ Zak responded, knowing that you were happy with your job here and not understanding why you suddenly wanted to resign. ‘Is this about Micah?’ You looked to Daniel, nodding your head, not being able to read the expression on his face.

‘Partially, I want to be able to commit myself to McLaren and I’m only doing the inevitable Sir.’ Zak stood up from his seat, reaching for the resignation. ‘Are you sure about this?’

Just as you were about to nod your head, Daniel spoke again. ‘Wait, if this is about Micah, why don’t you bring him here? The team wouldn’t mind taking care of him while you get your work done.’ Your mouth parted slightly open to respond but Zak beat you to it. ‘And I’m sure we can figure out a schedule to best accommodate you. I do that with everyone, I wouldn’t mind doing it for one more.’

You looked to the floor, fidgeting with your fingers. Truthfully, you’d loved the idea of bringing Micah here, the McLaren team were your family and you never wanted to put yourself in the position of losing them but your son meant more to you. If Zak could rearrange your schedule, it would mean you could continue working at the Technology Centre while he’s being taken care of.

‘I wouldn’t want us to be a burden to anyone.’ You honestly added. ‘You’d never be a burden.’ You smiled gratefully at Daniel, the sincerity in his voice comforted you. Zak let the letter drop on to his desk and he clasped his hands together, breaking yours and Daniel’s unofficial moment.

‘Well I guess that’s sorted, we’ll talk tomorrow to figure something out.’ You nodded your head, ‘Thank you Sir.’ Your eyes moved from him to Daniel and you gave him a look that said ‘thank you’ too, and he nodded his head as if to say ‘of course’.

Since that day, the team had essentially fallen in love with Micah every day you’d brought him in, people complimenting you about how bubbly and fun he was despite only being three years old. But it was Daniel that had grown the closest to your son, he treated him like he was his own, offering to hold him, put him to sleep, take him out for a walk along the McLaren Biotype lake, making sure he eats.

Every minute you couldn’t find Micah, he was with Daniel and Micah loved him just as much back. Every morning when you’d strap him into the baby seat, he’d look up at you expectantly and ask if he was going to see ‘Uncle Dan’ which tugged at your heart strings. You’d smile at him and caress his cheek, telling him that he can spend the entire day with Uncle Dan and that would keep him in a good mood for the entire car ride there.

Before you’d even found out you were pregnant with your son, you couldn’t deny the feelings that you felt for Daniel, you’d first noticed him on the paddock whilst he was still driving for Red Bull. You found yourself falling more and more for his infectious smile, his wacky sense of humour, his brown curls you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through, but when Daniel moved to Renault, your life had flipped upside down.

You never knew that what seemed like a simple one- night stand with a total stranger would force you into a part of your life that you didn’t know if you were even ready for. You’d forgotten all about your schoolgirl crush on the F1 driver, since you’d have to focus instead on the new man in your life, your baby boy.

Over the last few months since you’d been bringing Micah in, you’d noticed Daniel’s shift in personality, particularly around you. He seemed more uplifted and comfortable than he did when he first started at McLaren even up until a year in to his career here.

“Momma, momma, momma..” You signed the final sheet of paper before turning your attention to your son besides you, who was tugging on your blazer. You fixed some of his curls that were drooping on to his forehead, and stood up from your chair, leaning over and picking him up.

“What’s up with you then? Hmm?” You softly spoke to him as he pointed to the door, signifying he wanted to go out into the main area where he could hear people conversing, clearly interested in what they had to say. “Okay, come on then, let’s go.” You playfully spoke, shutting your folder and placing it into the drawer with your free hand, and logging out of the computer.

You placed both arms underneath him now as he wrapped one around your neck, watching straight ahead as you exited your office, shutting the door behind you. A smile made its way on to your face when you heard Lando speak, realising you and Micah had made an entrance. “There’s the main man!”

Micah giggled as you walked over to where everyone was sitting, you were bouncing him in your arms as he looked down to Lando. “Uncle Dando,” he babbled out, and you laughed as the driver looked up at you, shaking his head. “Never gets it right huh?”

“He gets mine right though.” You shifted your attention to the Australian voice, turning back to see Daniel walking over with a beaming smile on his face and you couldn’t help the blush overtake your cheeks. Micah noticed him too, extending his arms out motioning that he wanted to be in his arms.

“Uncle Daniel!” Daniel pumped a fist in the air, laughing as he walked over and noticed Lando’s annoyed expression. “This is so not fair.”

The Aussie shrugged his shoulders, standing besides you now and your shoulders just barely touching. “He just loves me more.” Daniel teased, turning to you and mentally asking if he could hold him to which you didn’t complain about.

“Please,” you joked, you handed him over and Daniel secured him in his arms, playing with the curls on his head. “The curls are just like mine.” He commented more so to Micah than to anyone else but you picked up on it, your heart skipping a beat. Micah rested his head into the crook of his neck, a wide smile on his lips.

Anyone could tell Micah was entirely comfortable with him and with the gleaming smile that was on Daniel’s, anyone could tell he was just as comfortable too.

“He’s just so.. pretty,” You chuckled as you looked over to Lisa, she was on the marketing team and you’d been friends with her for a while, she was one of the people who’d supported you all throughout your pregnancy, considering she had two children of her own and you owed her for life for all that she’d done.

You looked back at Micah to admire him, mentally agreeing with her when you’d noticed Daniel looking at you, probably to see your reaction to the compliment. “He takes after his mum in that arena,” you smiled at him, looking down at the floor as you heard the rest of the team make teasing noises. You slapped his arm playfully, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Before you could respond, Zak got everyone’s attention. “Guys, meeting in 5.” Your shoulders sagged slightly when you realised you had a long hour ahead of you, a few of the team stood up from their seats and you turned on your heel, looking at Daniel.

He tilted his head towards Micah, signalling he didn’t want to let him go. “I’ve got him, don’t worry.”

“You don’t have to.” You admitted, knowing Zak allowed Micah to be in the meeting room since he always got distracted with some of the toys that a few of your friends on the team had gifted him.

“I want to.” He replied, and you gave in, reaching over to cup Micah’s cheek. “Be good to him okay?” He nodded his head excitedly, understanding that he was staying with Daniel.

“Thank you.” You quietly spoke and the Aussie nodded his head, “anything for you.” You chuckled as he shot you a wink and ignored the effect it had on you, walking away into the meeting room.

Lando picked up on Daniel’s sentence and smiled to himself, taking his phone out of his pocket.

After everyone had disappeared into the meeting room, Daniel looked back at Micah to make sure he was okay and walked over to the other side to take a seat, opposite Lando who was engrossed in his phone screen.

Daniel looked up when he heard the Brit speak, “you could make it less obvious that you like her y’know.” The Aussie rolled his eyes, pushing Micah’s hair out of his eyes, admiring him since there was so much of you in him. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You should tell her.” He pondered for a moment, letting the boy play with the ring on his index finger. “She’s too occupied with Micah to notice me.” He ignored the twinge of disappointment in his heart as he finished his sentence. Lando shook his head.

“Mate, are you blind? She likes you, everyone knows it. Why do you think we make daft noises every time you compliment her?”

Daniel remained quiet, he knew Lando was telling the truth but the thought of you liking him back was far from his head, it had been for a long time. Micah squirmed out of his grip and instead leaned his body weight on Daniel’s chest, indicating he wanted a hug.

The Aussie allowed the boy to wrap his small arms around his neck as he placed one hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. Micah got anxious when he couldn’t see you anywhere sometimes and it was times like those he just needed someone to hold him.

“I got you kiddo.” Daniel whispered, planting a kiss in Micah’s curls.

“You’re already like a dad to Micah, everyone knows it, Y/N does too. Why don’t you tell her how you feel?” Lando spoke quietly to not startle your son.

Daniel didn’t know what to say, so he nodded instead, getting up from the chair and walking out of the Technology Centre with Micah still hugging him. “Let’s go for a walk huh? I think we both need one.” The boy nodded his head, his curls tickling Daniel’s neck as he mumbled a small ‘okay’.

The meeting didn’t last as long as you thought it would and once you were finally out of the room, you looked around the main area, frowning when you couldn’t place Micah anywhere. “Lan, have you seen Micah?” Lando tilted his head slightly up, recalling where he’d last seen him.

“Yeah Daniel took him for a walk by the lake outside.” You thanked him, noticing the sun setting which meant you’d probably have to get going soon since you were still yet to feed Micah and check on his under there. You mentally thanked your past self for changing his nappy earlier though.

The automatic doors slid open as you looked around the front of the Centre, a smile on your lips when you spotted them not too far away, Daniel was pointing towards something in the distance and looking to Micah to see if he caught on too.

Micah noticed you first and he let out an excited squeal, Daniel noticing instantly after. You walked over to them, trying to ignore how beautiful both the F1 driver and your son looked underneath the setting sun, deep down you wished Daniel was yours and Micah’s was his just as much as he was yours too.

“You okay?” The Aussie nodded his head, handing Micah over to you since his arm was on the verge of death. You settled an arm underneath him, seeing his tired eyes made you chuckle. “Little man’s pretending like you put him through more than he probably put you through.” Daniel laughed, messing with Micah’s hair.

“Nah he’s been alright.” His eyes lingered into yours and neither of you seemed to break the eye contact, but you snapped out of it when Micah’s head dropped on to your shoulder, indicating he’d fallen asleep.

“Better get him home.” You said softly, and Daniel wordlessly agreed. You both slowly walked over to the entrance of the Technology Centre but stopped just before it. “I’ll get your stuff.” You opened your mouth to respond but Daniel was already walking in, and you just looked at him with a smile.

“Such a gentleman huh?” You whispered to a sleeping Micah, and turned away from the entrance, heading towards the car park. You held your son tighter towards you since the air was getting slightly chillier. You fished your car keys out of your blazer pocket and unlocked the vehicle, opening the back door.

You pulled away from Micah as you placed him in the baby seat, leaning over to fasten his seatbelts and gently shutting the door after. As if on cue, you saw Daniel approaching you with your bags as well as Micah’s, and you thanked him.

Opening the car boot, he carefully placed them in and you shut it with your hand. Daniel’s hands were in his pockets and you faced him with your body.

“I uh I wanted to say thank you. Not just for today but I guess for all the other times too, everything you do for Micah.. he trusts you. He needs someone like you in his life.”

Daniel smiled, fidgeting with the tissues in his pocket. “He’s a good kid, you’ve raised him well.” You appreciated the compliment, particularly since the last few years of your life had been some of the hardest, and you really don’t know where you would’ve been had the McLaren team not stepped in.

Just as you were about to leave, Daniel spoke again.

“I was wondering.. you’re free to say no obviously but I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner sometime.” The butterflies in your stomach erupted and you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face, feeling a wave of relief come over you.

“I-I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” Daniel’s eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.” You smiled, Daniel didn’t break your eye contact and instead took a step towards you. You didn’t move back which eased him.

“If you don’t, I will.” You joked, and Daniel pulled you into him, resting a hand on the side of your neck as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and as you rested a hand on the side of his face, he continued it, planting another then another.

You only pulled away from him to catch your breath as did he, he rested his forehead against yours. Daniel felt lighter as if the burden of not knowing what to do all these years finally erased itself.

“I want you and Micah in my future.” He whispered and you sighed contently, tilting your head sideways to plant a kiss on Daniel’s lips again.

“I want you in Micah’s and mine.” You echoed his words, and he planted a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. You wrapped yours around his torso, burying your head in his chest.

Finally.

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crazy | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.7k words request: yes/no by an anon: "could you write something where y/n is charles’ media aid? like the person that walks around with them? and he’s madly in love with her." warnings: kinga angsty? language, i wrote part of his on my phone so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, not proofread, i wrote this in the spur of the moment after sharl's magnificent win. a/n: not me posting at 3am again.

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as the laps and time were ticking down, your foot started tapping incessantly against the floor. even though he had a significant advantage over the runner-up, anything could happen.

a deep, long sigh left your lungs as you watched charles cross the line for the last lap of the race. you'd been a little nervous when he was asking to go for the fastest lap, but xavi reassured him he was safe, and charles decided to keep going.

you had your phone and recorder in hand, ready to leave the garage the second charles crossed the finish line.

"first grand slam in a long time," xavi told you, a satisfied smile on his face. your eyes widened, a big grin spreading on your face at the realization. what a weekend. "go," he pointed with his head, you noticed the rest of the team running toward the pit fence to cheer charles on as he only had one more corner to go before crossing the line, claiming his second win of the year.

you did, squeezing past everyone, being pressed against the wall. but it was worth it. seeing charles cross the line, the cheer of the crowd and the adrenaline that was palpable in the atmosphere around the track was a feeling that you couldn't explain, that you wouldn't trade for the world.

after that, you ran to where the podium celebration would take place, both because you wanted to congratulate him, and because it was your job to be with him for the press obligations after.

it was thrilling, as well, to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. it was such a natural transition from coworkers to lovers, that not much had changed since the beginning of your relationship. you being his media officer certainly did make it easier for you two to spend time together, you had the advantage that people were already so used to seeing you walking side by side, to you being one of the first people to be there for him after a race, but no one knew about the hidden reason why.

seeing charles jump out of the car, raising his fist in celebration, was something you didn't think you could ever get tired of. you smiled and cheered and clapped with the rest of the team around you, grinning so hard that your cheeks were starting to hurt. charles finally made his way toward you, letting himself receive pats on the back from everyone as his blushed cheeks and shy eyes looked around him.

he’d gotten used to having you by his side immediately after the race. he longed for the feeling of having you enveloped in his arms. it didn’t take too long for that to happen, he spotted you and quickly, but still wary of not being too obvious, he pulled you close to him, the barrier separating you both from the waist down.

“you freaking did it again, champ!” you yelled, not being sure if he was able to hear you, but you couldn’t keep it in much longer. “you just got a grand slam!” you patted his helmet, watching his eyes crinkling as he smiled harder.

your interaction didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, he had to be interviewed in just a few minutes, and he still had to recompose himself and drink some water to recover from the intense almost two hours. you watched him walk away, but he turned around, giving you a wink. you chuckled, ever since you started dating, you’d tease him endlessly about his poor attempts at winking, and after that, he started practicing more and more, but even now after almost three years, he was still struggling, which made him all more adorable.

the other two podium finishers went up, you clapped for them as well, but all your excitement, and support, went to the monegasque driver. you allowed yourself to let loose a little, screaming the italian anthem at the top of your lungs alongside your coworkers, your celebration grew once he was handed the trophy. he looked directly at you, winking one more time. you could already see all the posts on social media about his little action, gushing about how adorable he looked, how he could not be stopped.

once the music died down, you put yourself in work mode, slipping past the barriers, you made your way around the paddock quickly to lead charles to the media pen. as you waited for him, you grabbed your phone and checked the order in which he was to go and talk to the interviewers. you looked up, seeing charles already walking your way.

you gave him another hug, a shorter one this time.

“charles leclerc, what a race,” you smiled, seeing his red cheeks up close was a privilege you felt thankful for having.

“merci, mon amour,” he replied, and you wanted nothing but to grab his face in your hands and kiss him until you were both breathless.

“how does it feel to extend your championship lead?” you asked, grabbing his forearm and leading him to the right direction, walking past people that were in your way.

“ah, i don’t want to jinx anything, but… you know. i have a good feeling,” he admitted, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“it’s not jinxing, it’s manifesting,” you laughed, turning your head to see charles rolling his eyes jokingly as he drank from his water bottle.

“okay, we’re manifesting a world championship,” he kept going, you nodded at him.

“that’s what i like to hear,” you could hear the rumble of the people in and around the media pen.

“you know… when i saw you from up there in the podium, i really wanted nothing more than to have you by my side.” his words take you by surprise. of course you’d talked about going public, but you were both equally as devoted to each other without the need to have millions of prying eyes analyzing every single moment of your relationship. plus, that also meant that you had to come clean to the team as well, and that was something you were putting off for as long as you could.

“hmm… maybe next time you win you can ask to have your hardworking public relationships officer up there with you,” you spoke as you were nearing the entrance to the pen, you took your phone and started scanning through the interviewers, spotting where charles was supposed to go to first.

“maybe i will,” his words caught you by surprise, but you couldn’t reply because as soon as he got near his first interview spot, he got caught in the routine of retelling his race and how he was feeling at that moment.

you loved your job, you truly did, but you just could not concentrate after what charles had just said. you trusted that he wasn’t telling anything he shouldn’t because otherwise both of you would be in trouble. but your mind was elsewhere. maybe you were just overthinking.

“yeah, it was very fun to be up there again, the car was feeling amazing all weekend, and the team, really did a good job. everyone in the team deserves a chance to be up in the podium, so we will have to keep working hard to make sure the team gets the recognition they deserve,” that part you did hear. and it made your breath hitch. you were 100% sure that he really was serious about having you up there with him.

once he wrapped up the interview, you walked him to the next one, and you gasped, again, when you felt his fingers brushing against the back of your hand.

“charles,” you warned him, but he gave you a sheepish smile before he was, once again, caught up with another interview.

“yes, like i told my beautiful media officer here, i do not want to jinx anything, but she says we’re manifesting, so, maybe i will have to look more into that and see if we can manifest a championship this year,” those words were what made your face warm-up, you shook your head slightly, smiling at charles and the interviewer, who was now paying more attention to you.

“are you crazy?” you whispered as you waited for the driver who was currently speaking to your next interviewer to wrap up.

“for you,” he answered shortly after, this time brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“will you please stop? i don’t want to get fired,” you whispered again, fearing that someone might hear you.

“you won’t. if anything, now they have another reason not to fire you. i’ll leave if you leave,”

“you don’t mean that,” you said.

“but i do. and it’s true. if you’re out, i’m out.”

“but i don’t want you intervening in my work, i don’t-”

“it won’t. i promise.”

the first round of interviews was over, and as you walked to the room where the press conference would take place, you spoke.

“do you want to go public?” you asked, he turned to look at you.

“do you?”

“i don’t know. it’s just… i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this vocal about or work relationship, now i’m not too sure how the public will react,”

“i want nothing more than to kiss you at the end of every race, i feel fortunate enough to be able to be with you almost every day, and i do not take that for granted. i don’t want to hide something that makes me so happy, something that makes me get out of bed each morning and work my ass off so i can be the best version of myself. for you.”

you didn’t expect his sudden speech, you listened, not a word leaving your lips.

“i will not pressure you into doing something you don’t want or are not ready for. i just don’t want to hide my love for you. you and i deserve better than that,” he finished, his fingers grazing yours for one second before he was ushered into his chair, the other two podium finishers already sitting there, waiting for him so they could start.

there were a couple of things that you felt like you could do all day, everyday, and never get tired of it. one of them was hearing charles speak. there was something in his voice that told you that everything he said was true, and that he meant it. as you heard him recap his race in just a few short sentences, you allowed yourself to think about what he told you before he sat down on that chair in the middle of the other two drivers.

the walk back to the motorhome was an interrupted one, everyone wanted a picture with charles, and he didn’t deny it to anyone. he didn’t have anything urgent to do, so he took the time to thank the fans for their support. you and charles didn’t get to talk much for the rest of the walk, you really didn’t want this fantastic day to end on a sad note.

you parted ways in the motorhome, you had to hand out the recorder to the media supervisor, and charles had to clean himself up a little, take a quick shower in the bathroom. minutes later, after filling in your supervisor about what had been said, and listening to suggestions about charles’ media posts, you stepped out of the small office. you had a weird feeling as you walked past charles’ private room, you needed to speak to him. you needed to make up your mind. you needed to do what was best for your relationship.

you glanced around you, seeing that the coast was clear, you snuck into his driver’s room, closing the door and locking it, you leaned your forehead against the door, taking a deep breath. at least now you had time to think whilst charles was gone.

“mon ange?” his voice startled you. you turned around with slightly wide eyes.

“i- i didn’t think you’d be here,” you said, taking slow steps toward him. the top part of his race suit was gone, hanging from his hips.

“oh,” was all he said.

“i haven’t kissed you,” you realized, thinking out loud, charles nodded.

“i know,”

“i want to kiss you,” you said.

“do it,”

“i-i want to kiss you. you just got a grand slam and won your second race so far, i’m so fucking proud of you that i want to tell everyone i know that i was right, that i knew you have what it takes to become a world champion. i want to scream at the top of my lungs how happy i am every time you cross that finish line, no matter the result, i want to be the first person to congratulate you, or comfort you, or just stand next to you if that is what you need. i want to do that,” you blurted out, the sentences leaving your lips quickly, the words coming out without you thinking twice.

“you-we don’t have to-”

“but i want to, i do. i really do. i want to show you off and tell everyone who dreams about having a chance with you to fuck off because you’re mine, and you have been for a long time now. fuck, i love you so much that it drives me insane,”

“you’re crazy,” he smiled, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up and twirling you around. you placed your hands on his neck, fingers slipping through his hair. you both laughed.

“i’m crazy for you,” you admitted, calling back to what he had previously said. “i love you,”

“i love you too.”

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, your lips met in a wild embrace. you poured all the pent-up emotions into it, matching his fierce kiss with as much intensity. you groaned as you felt his hands drop to your waist, squeezing possessively.

it’s a tradition that after every race, you post something in support of your drivers. later that night, as you lie on your bed, that you had to sleep alone in, since charles slept in his own hotel room, you scroll through the pictures that the team photographer sent out. you select a few typing a couple sentences where you explained how happy and proud you were of your team.

then, you started preparing a different post.

one minute before the clock hit midnight, you got a text.

‘no backing out now.’

‘we’ve been together for almost three years, charles. i’m not going anywhere.’

you waited until the time changed, tapping the blue post text at the top of your screen.

the same picture made its way into the timeline of both your followers and also charles’, with a different caption. a picture of you two hugging after the race, the barrier separating your lower halves, but you were as close as you could.

‘for the past three years i’ve gotten to witness the real and genuine talent you possess. i’m lucky enough to call you an inspiration, a friend, and a lover. i know this is just getting started, and i can’t wait to be with you every step of the way. love you, champ.’

you smiled to yourself, clicking on charles’ profile to read what he had written.

‘there is nothing like a hug from your number one supporter after a fun race. thank you for all you do for me, you save my life in more ways than one, each day. the future looks is bright for us. crazy for you, today and forever. my angel.’

you felt tears in your eyes as you took a deep breath in as you scanned his words. it took you one second to slip your feet into your slippers and rush to your door, grabbing your key, you opened the door.

you barely took one step out the room when you heard the elevator ding, the doors opening to reveal charles, rushing out of there. a smile made its way onto his face as he ran to you, leading you back into your room, you were ready for a sleepless night with your champion.

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August Rush [03]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: None except tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 4.3

AN: Let me start of by telling you how much I LOVE all the love this fic is getting from you. My heart is about to burst! So yeah… here’s the next part. It’s a little bit of a filler chapter, I won’t lie, but hopefully the amount of soft!Carlos makes up for it :) 

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When you wake up the next morning your room is bathing in light, the sun already high in the sky, and so you figure you must have slept longer than you thought. With a groan you roll onto your side and reach for your phone, a quick glance at your screen not only telling you you’ve slept for almost twelve hours but also that you’ve received three new messages. Turning onto your back you unlock your phone and pull up the messaging app, smiling when you see the first message is from Max:

Just wanted to let you know I’ve made it to Brazil. Will call you later today, ok? X

You type out a quick reply to let him know you don’t have any plans and that he can call anytime before you scroll down and open the next messaging thread:

So… Pierre told me you are in Mallorca? With CARLOS? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS? HUH? DID IT SLIP YOUR MIND? Are you even my friend? Ugh. I hate you.

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The Lockpick

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Summary: y/n catches the boys locked out of Daniels flat and surprises them all by getting them back in.

warnings: none. (Maybe a swear word?), Drunk people.

Word count: 2930 words

Authors note: This is my first piece I have ever written; it hasn’t been edited or checked, let me know what you think 😊 I just decided I needed to be creative, and this is weirdly what I was inspired to do. Enjoy

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“Explain to me again why we’re sitting outside in the hallway and not in bed at, 2:00am please?” Max sighed as he sat himself down next to the locked door.

“We’re all aware that I fucked up thank you Max, but your negativity isn’t doing much to help the situation here” Daniel quipped back as he tried to force his front door open.

It wasn’t his brightest move, by mistake locking his keys in the flat before they left to go grab a few drinks, which turned into too many drinks and subsequentially a full-on night out, leaving all of the boys barely able to stand, let alone manage to get back into Daniels locked flat without the keys. It wasn’t his brightest move, no, not that, it was a rookie error is what it was. How could he not have checked for his keys before he left his flat and how did he only realise this as they were getting back to the flat. He knew he was never going to hear the end of it from the other drivers. Well maybe not Pierre, he wasn’t even sure Pierre was still awake at this point, looking back at him, his eyes were closed and he had his head resting on Charles shoulder, while Charles was whisper shouting at Daniel what he should do to in order to get the door open, not sure if it is to keep quiet for his friend who was asleep, or to be courteous to Daniels neighbours, either way, Daniel was thankful to his friend for the consideration.  

Max on the other hand was a bit too drunk and a bit too frustrated at the situation to care about his volume.

“Is there no way we can go get someone like security to help us?” Max asked, staring at Daniel but making no move to go and get them.

“We’ve already been over this, they can’t. I’ve tried. They can only help tomorrow morning with a locksmith” Daniel continued jiggling the doorknob, hoping it would somehow magically open the door for them and he could finally climb into bed and be done with this entire evening.

“I can’t even call Charlotte, my phone died hours ago” Charles stated, trying not to move too much as he put his phone back in his pocket without waking his friend.

“How is it that out of the four of us, none of us have a working phone so we can actually make a plan to sort this out” Daniel was defeated, he didn’t know what else to do and he could feel himself sobering up the more and more frustrated he got.

“God, let me try again, you’re clearly fucking useless at this” Max got up, trying to move Daniel out of the way so he could take a crack at getting the door open.

“Mate, it’s all good, I’ve got this” Daniel stated, trying to prevent Max from getting to the door handle, placing both his hands on the handle as Max reached for it.

Charles sat there watching as the two men struggled it out, their ego and pride getting the best of them, both wanting to prove they could get the door open. Charles wasn’t stressed though, he knew this was nothing but the boys having a bit of fun, hearing them laughing in between the minor insults they were throwing at each other, as they battled it out in their drunken state over dominance for the door handle.

This play fight was becoming more and more boisterous and had somehow ended up with Max’s head under Daniels armpit, Daniel giving Max a noogie and Max trying to get himself free by trying to trip Daniel. All three boys being unable to keep their laughter down by this point, the rumbunctious noise getting louder and louder by the second.

Due to this noise, none of the boys had noticed the woman that had turned the corner and at no point had she expected this scene, in the middle of her hallway at 2am. She stopped in her tracks, her tipsy self-unsure of what to do, just wanting to get past and get to her flat so she could finally get these heels off and fall into bed and hopefully sleep until 9am, at least, the next day.

As y/n stood there, she tried to work out what could possibly be going on, trying to piece together all the elements of this almost renaissance-esque scene. The four grown men prompting more questions than providing answers.

“Excuse-moi” she quietly said, weirdly not wanting to disrupt them too much, but still wanting to get their attention.

The young man who she had assumed was asleep was the only one who stirred and moved his head lazily in her direction, dragging his eyes from her feet all the way up her body, and finally widening his eyes and they landed on her face. Pierre immediately tried getting up, albeit a little clumsy in his movements, prompting Charles to look at his friend to see what he was doing, still laughing with tears in his eyes over the scene he was just watching.

“Excuse-moi Mademoiselle” Pierre said, bowing low, trying his hardest to look somewhat put together in front of the new company the men found themselves in, despite his clear intoxication.

This action from Pierre caused the other three boys to stop in their tracks, Charles Scrambling to his feet, suddenly realising how drunk he was, having to grab on Pierre to stabilize himself. Daniel and Max though were originally facing in the opposite direction, having to turn to face you, but neither giving up their position, still in a wrestling pose, Max’s head still trapped by Daniels arm, but Max had now at least been able to grab onto Daniels one leg properly. Eventually, in the same position, they both managed to look at you standing there, you feeling more and more awkward as time went on. An awkward stand off happening between the five of you, all simultaneously a bit too drunk to probably process what was happening.

“Is everything alright?” you enquired, looking at the four men confused, hoping to get an answer as to what the antics were about.

Upon hearing your voice, Daniel and Max seemed to realise the position they were still in and Daniel let go on max’s head, causing Max to stand up straight, but not thinking of letting go of Daniels leg, he slightly yanked it up with him and he bolted up, causing Daniel to fall into the door. As he was falling, Max caught him and helped straighten him up, fixing his creased shirt from where he had grabbed him, Daniel swotting away his hands so he could fix himself.

While Max and Daniel remained in their little bubble, Pierre had yet to take his eyes off you, smiling happily, like you had just made his evening by showing up. Charles eventually ended up tugging on Max to get him to stop bickering with Daniel yet again, forcing them to pay attention to the woman that was now standing in front of them. You let out a giggle at their antics, causing all the boys, now standing in a straight line across the hallway to blush as they looked at you.

Since none had answered your previous question, you tried again, “is everything okay” before adding “or was it just a really good night out?”

“Daniel locked his keys in the flat” Max blurted out, with Charles, Pierre and himself pointing at who you now assumed was Daniel. At that, Daniel turned to look at them all, embarrassment creeping up on his face and he looked ready to either argue or continue the original wrestling match.

Charles gave him a pointed look, almost daring him to continue, but Daniel knew better than to face Charles at this point, so he instead just gave an exacerbated sigh, looking back at the woman. It wasn’t until this point that Daniel realized why Charles didn’t want to cause more of a scene. Before the four men stood easily one of the most proper and beautiful looking women he had ever seen. His embarrassment increased ten fold as he finally truly took you in.

You had just come from a gala for work, as an art dealer, working for a high-profile art gallery and auction house, this was an unfortunate requirement. You needed to schmooze up to the elite of Monaco to get them to buy art, but you didn’t hate the idea of being able to dress up beautifully and get free drinks for a couple of hours. Albeit an unfortunate requirement, you still really did love it.

You had your make up done up beautifully, without making you look unlike yourself, simply highlighting your green eyes with some natural tones and allowing your already strong cheekbones to stand out slightly more that they normally did. A slight red matte lipstick adorned your lips, to match your dress. Your hair had been curled and left loose to hang down.

The dress you wore was an A-line deep red dress. Dipping into a low v with the sleeves resting off the shoulder. A long slit cut into the side f the dress showed off your toned leg perfectly when you walked, choosing to remain more modest for this event. Class was always key at these types of galas, and you intended to make sure that while you were still desired and looked beautiful, you still looked proper and classy. There were certain tricks to making rich people buy art after all. You paired this all with gold high heels that complimented your gold hand bag that you chose to take with.

This look that you had desired to go for had clearly worked on the men in front of you, especially Daniel, assuming you had never had anything bad happen to you ever nor had you ever done anything wrong in your entire life. Proper, innocent, yet beautiful. God, we felt like such an idiot standing there in front of you. He had literally just been wrestling with a friend, both grown men, wrestling, because of a locked door and their egos. Why did you have to walk up to them then and there? He could feel himself internally groaning.

As Daniel was silently hoping for the earth to swallow him whole, Max decided to expand on his previous statement, since none of the other men seemed willing, or rather capable, at this point.

“As I was saying, Daniel by mistake forgot his keys in the flat and didn’t bother to check before we left to go out and then we possibly got too drunk and he only realized when we got back to the flat with all our phones dead and apparently security can’t do anything about it until tomorrow morning and so now we’re stuck outside and HE won’t let anyone else try to open the flat” Max explained, rushing through the story and staring at Daniel on the emphasis of he. Daniel didn’t even bother to dignify Max with a look at this point, instead opting to just stare at the floor, avoiding your gaze, assuming you think he was nothing but an idiot.

Finally, it all had made sense and you burst out laughing. Of course, this is what had happened to these men. Without even knowing them, just by looking at them, this seems like the most natural thing to have happened to them. Pierre and Daniel both perked up at the sound of your laugh. Music. It had to have been music, Daniel thought as he watched you cover your mouth as your laughing continued.

“Would you like some help?” you asked when you stopped laughing.

All the boys immediately began to say no, assuming you meant they could crash in your flat and there was no way they could do that to you.

“Are you sure? Really, its absolutely no problem” you stated as you began walking towards Daniel.

“I mean, only if you’re able to help us-“Pierre began and that was all you needed to hear as you placed your hand on Daniels arm, in order to shift him slightly from the door so you could kneel in front of it.

Pierre stopped talking as he watched you get on your knees, all four men confused as to what you were doing. You opened your purse and grabbed two bobby pins out and bent the one, firmly securing it into the bottom of the lock and placing the second one in the top, shuffling it around, carefully trying to listen to the lock.

“Are you trying to-“Daniel began,

“Pick your lock?” you interrupted, looking back at him with a sly smile on your face. All four men nodded in response, “I’m not trying to sugs, I am picking your lock” you calmly stated, ignoring the look of surprise on their faces as you turned back to continue with his lock.

“Am I turned on by this?” Pierre thought aloud, slapping his hand over his mouth when he realized that everyone could hear what he said, although the response was not what he expected, instead the other three men grunting in agreement to his question.

The men stood there in silence watching you for a few minutes before you tried the door handled and the door swung open on your push. You pulled the bobby pins out the lock and stood up with a triumphant look on your face.

“How?” was the only thing that came from any of their mouths. You recognized the question coming from the shorter, darker haired man.

“The real question is how you didn’t learn these types of life skills boys” You retorted, beginning to make your way down the hallway to your apartment, “have a wonderful evening boys hope the hangover isn’t too bad” you said, Max Charles and Pierre thanking you and waving back as they began walking into Daniels apartment, still confused with what they had just witnessed.

Daniel stared after you, needing to know more about you, because the woman you presented yourself as was definitely not the woman, he just witnessed in front of him, surprised that both could co-exist.

“Hey, hold up” he shouted, jogging up to you before you had the opportunity to get your own keys out your bag, “what exactly was that? How do you know how to pick locks?” he asked as he ended up standing in front of you.

“Weird life skills I’ve had to learn to pick up on,” you shrugged, “plus, my job has required me to know how to do it a weirdly large amount”, you said with your own confused look on your face, remembering all the times you had to pick locks at the most unexpected times.

Daniel laughed at your admission, and a little at your facial expression, “either way, it was impressive” he admitted, a small smile adoring his face.

You felt pride filling your chest as you squeaked out a small thank you.

“I don’t think I can go to bed now without at least securing a potential date to get to know you a bit better, if you’d be interested in that?” Daniel awkwardly asked, too scared to meet your eye. God, when did he get nervous asking a woman on a date?

“I’d love to, would be great to get to know the guy who locked himself and his friends out of his flat on a night out” you giggled in response, causing a massive smile to spread over his face.

At that exact moment, Max popped his head out of Daniels flat, “Oi, Mate, Charles and Pierre are fighting over your bed and I need you to know that I was promised it so could you stop flirting and please come and sort this nonsense out, no offence ma’am” he whisper shouted down the hall, tipping his imaginary hat in your direction, before disappearing back into the flat.

“I guess I should probably go and sort those children out before they burn my flat down or kill each other, but I’ll slide my number under your door tomorrow if that’s okay and we can organise a time for our date then?”, he asked, rocking on the balls of his feet, nerves radiating off of him.

“Concerning that you’re the one who has to go and sort that one out, but yes, that is all perfect”, you said.

“Okay, well, night then”

“Good night, Daniel”

Daniel left to go back to his apartment, and you turned to open your door and step inside.

“Oh, you look beautiful by the way” Daniel shouted out his door, grinning down the hall at you.

“Like an angel” Pierre shouted, popping his head under Daniels, making you chuckle.

“Mate, I already asked her on a date” Daniel said, looking down at Pierre

“Hey, she might absolutely hate your date and she could decide to go on one with me instead” Pierre retorted with a shit eating grin before rushing inside, Daniel chasing after Pierre and slamming the door shut behind him.

You couldn’t help barking out a laugh as you closed the door on the raucous scene you left behind you, finally climbing into bed.

[your-favourite-blonde]

YOU’RE ALL I WANT

song : cigarettes after sex - you’re all i want

summary : 5 times daniel had an urge to kiss her and 1 time where he let his urge show.

pairing : daniel ricciardo x driver!oc

warnings : swear words, sexual activities.

a/n : english is my second language so i’m sorry about any mistakes - and this is based around the 2017 season, 2016ish, i’m not too sure, but daniel is still at redbull and sebastian is at ferrari in this so. also the oc is lando norris’ older sister.

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1.

his brown orbs admire her as she stepped on top of the podium, standing pretty on the top step, a bright smile on her lips as she waved at her mclaren crew, causing him to smile softly at her,

the male admired her as she received her award, shaking the hand of the official and throwing her arm in the air, showing off her golden reward to the world with a bright smile on her lips causing his heart to skip a beat,

the female admires him as he received his bronze award, the small smile on his lip as he shakes the hand of the official - the redbull crew cheering as he raises the award,

the female chuckles loudly as she looks at lewis crack open his bottle of champagne, the female feeling hands wrap around her waist, being pushed against a chest and a loud laugh slips past her lips as she felt champagne soak her racing suit that was already drenched in sweat, her hand squeezing daniel’s arm as the pair spray their champagne onto the mercedes driver that sprayed his at them,

daniel’s eyes glance down at claire, who stood in his arms with a peaceful soft grin as she admires the crowd in front of the podium, excitedly waving at her family as she spots them, squeezing daniel’s arm that was on her waist in excitement. his lips aching to be pressed up against hers all the sudden, which caused his cheeks to flush when she looks up at him, flashing him the brightest grin.

2.

it was a rainy day on the tracks of italy, monza seeming like a dream to all of the drivers stuck in their garages. free practice 1 cancelled to further notice due to the heavy rain pour,

claire was wrapped up in a mclaren jacket, zipped up and her race suit hanging around her waist as she down the paddock, a mclaren umbrella in her hand as she walked past the redbull garage,

daniel spotting her orange colours immediately, the male quickly slips on his redbull rain coat, pulling the hood up, “norris!” he yells out, causing her to stop and smile softly as she spots the australian driver, the male jogging over at her, his race suit also hanging around his waist,

“morning ricciardo,” she says with a small smile as he takes ahold of the umbrella in her hand, his fingers brushing over hers, causing goosebumps to raise on his skin - the redbull driver holds the mclaren umbrella over the both of them as they walk down the paddock in a comfortable silence, greeting drivers as they spot them in their garage or running past.

daniel knew photographers wouldn’t skip on the opportunity to photograph two rivals that according to media hated each other getting along in the italian rain - walking in a comfortable silence and peaceful smiles on their lips - he knew he would probably find pictures of the two of them on social media not even 5 minutes after he would return to the garage, he knew christian would be on his tiptoes trying to knock some sense into daniel to not get too friendly with his rival.

but daniel’s heart was satisfied and found her beautiful in the italian rain - the male finding himself admire her peaceful features.

admiring how the mclaren orange made her brunette hair that was tied back in a low messy bun pop out - how her slightly hazel eyes also popped out compared to the mclaren orange she sported.

“this is your stop ricciardo. thank you for walking with me,” she says softly as the two drivers stop in front of the redbull garage, the driver glancing down at the female and flashing her a soft smile, “it was lovely - thank you for letting me,” he says with a small chuckle,

he found that claire led him all the way over to the redbull’s garage until he was under shelter, a soft smile being thrown at him afterwards as she turns away, holding the mclaren umbrella above her head as she walks back to her garage.

and daniel wanted to do nothing more than pull the umbrella out of her hands and kiss her in the italian rain.

3.

he found himself feel an anxious feeling develop in his chest as he jogs down the paddock, the male remembering as he saw claire hit the barrier in her mclaren earlier in practice, it being a friday - far too early for daniel to be running around that’s for sure,

the male runs down to the mclaren garage, where he nervously glances around for the mclaren driver,

“daniel, what’s up?” her teammate speaks with a gentle smile on his face, glancing at the redbull driver’s worried face,

“claire’s over there - she’s completely fine,” he says, pointing to the british driver who was napping on top of some old tires, her head leaning onto the shelf that was besides her, her arms crossed across her chest and her face buried in the mclaren jacket she wore,

a sigh of relief slipped past daniel’s lips after he spotted she was absolutely fine and in one piece, “she got a bit pissed and passed out - the usual claire,” her mclaren teammate says, causing daniel to chuckle as he runs a hand through his hair, “of course..” he mutters under his breath as he admires her peaceful expression,

only her eyebrows were slightly frowned - her glossy lips in a peaceful line as she slept, her chest raising and falling at a slow pace,

“why are you so worried anyways? isn’t it a good thing when your rivals car is damaged two days before a race?” the mclaren teammate speaks with a small smirk, “not her though. she means a lot to me..” daniel explains, a blush raising on his cheeks as the words slip past his lips,

“i- i- i wasn’t-“

“it’s alright daniel. she’s absolutely clueless to everything. i’ll keep your secret safe,” the driver says with a smile, winking at the redbull driver, who glances back at claire and wanted nothing but to place a gentle reassuring peck on her glossy lips.

4.

claire crosses her legs as she sits on a chair in the mclaren garage, a small sneeze leaving her - causing her race engineer to say a quickly bless you,

the female thanks him quickly as she sniffles, wiping her nose with the tissue she held in her pocket, shoving her hands into the mclaren coat to catch some warmth and stay away from the canadian cold winter

“media time love!” her pr manager walks into the garage and she throws up a quick thumbs up, getting off of her chair and following her pr manager down to the media pen,

where she gets called over by a sky sports reporter - right besides daniel, who seemed engrossed in his conversation with the second sky sports reporter,

the mclaren driver greets the interviewer, a small cough slipping from her throat afterwards, causing daniel to look to his side - spotting the british driver and her red nose,

causing his eyebrows to frown in worry,

“daniel?”

“oh sorry - i got slightly distracted. what was the question?”

“the question was. how do you feel about your rivalry with claire norris, mclaren’s driver.” the interviewer asks, holding the mic in front of daniel, who smiled softly,

“i think it’s fun, really fun, it’s the funniest rivalry i’ve had in f1 ever and i’m enjoying it, she’s a really talented driver and to be in a rivalry with her is really an honour.” the australian driver speaks, dumping his shoulder on claire, who smacked his hand as she listened to what he was saying, her cheeks flush, matching the red colour of her nose,

a sneeze leaves her nose, causing her to quickly turn away and cover her face, “i’m so sorry,” she says to the interviewer, wiping her nose facing away from the camera and her eyes widen as she feels a fabric be wrapped around her neck,

“bless you norris,” daniel speaks softly as he wraps the redbull scarf around her neck, causing her to glance up at him with slightly wide eyes, her glossy lips looking appealing in his eyes once again, her as he stuffed the redbull scarf into her coat to hid the redbull logo at the bottom of the black fabric,

“thank you ricciardo.” she mutters softly, a small smile on her lips as she turns back to her interviewer, looking much cosier and in a better mood, daniel also.

half an hour later and daniel finds himself walk over to her car, knocking on the car door, carefully watching as she rolled it down,

“afternoon ricciardo. is everything alright?” she asks softly as she looks up at him, daniel smiling softly as he spots the redbull scarf still around her neck, “some cold medicine. i know you will never admit you’re sick but it’s good to have a healthy rival,” he says as he hands her two boxes of medicine, her cheeks flushing as her slightly shaking hands take ahold of them, her fingers brushing over his rose tattoo.

“thank you..” she mutters gently, putting them in the seat besides her, “i’ll make sure to get better to be okay for the race,” she bows her head with a soft smile, causing daniel to ruffle her slightly messy hair,

“you can keep the scarf.” he says as he goes back to his car,

the feeling of regret filling him as he craved her lips on his once again, dying to know the flavour of the liquid that made her lips so glossy.

5.

soft pants slip past claire’s lips as she leans her back against the wall, her dressed roll up her thighs and his hands between her legs, a loud moan slips past her lips as she felt his lips lay kisses upon her neck,

“daniel..” she moans out as her hands tangle themselves among his curls, tugging on them ever so slightly whenever he would hit the right spot with his fingers, her mind consumed with him and only him,

the australian driver’s eyes were set upon her glossy lips as he pressed her against the wall, one of her legs wrapping around his, while the other tried to hold herself up straight, her arms locking in his shoulder and pressing his chest against hers,

“claire..” he mutters as his lips hover over hers, her eyes clenched closed as she tugs on his curls, the female burying her face into his shoulder to stop the loud noises that wanted to leave her mouth, daniel grew frustrated - his tipsy self craving her lips so bad it annoyed when she buried her face into his shoulder,

“daniel are you in here?!” sebastian’s voice rings throughout the room, causing claire’s eyes to widen, the female pushing away the australian driver and rolling her dress down before the german driver could walk into the room, “ah! there you guys are! i was wondering where you disappeared off to,” the ferrari driver says with a small chuckle,

he looked at claire’s flustered face, her slightly messed up hair and the way daniel didn’t turn towards the male for even a second, his hair at the back messy,

“are you guys okay?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, claire nodding quickly, “of course! i just felt a bit sick and daniel helped me,” she says with a small chuckle as she pats the australian driver’s back, as the male turned, her hand to lay itself upon his chest, causing her to sigh gently,

“ah - you feeling better now i hope?” sebastian asks with a soft smile and claire nods as she approached the ferrari driver, “of course! let’s get back out there hm?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at daniel and she sends him a gentle smile,

the australian driver watches as sebastian and the female walk out of the room, the male also watching as the female adjusted the back of her dress,

the male sighs heavily, he was so close to feeling her lips against him after so many years of craving them. his eyebrows frowning as he walked out of the room, trying to put on his best bright smile for the party outside.

6.

claire’s arms cross across her chest as she looks at the australian driver, her eyebrows frowned in pure anger,

“why the fuck would you say that to an interviewer ricciardo?! especially sky sports!” she yells at him in anger, the female glaring at him as he doesn’t say a word,

“are you serious?” she asks in disbelief as she approaches him, causing him to glance over at her, “you are so fucking annoying ricciardo! the media has been harassing me all week cause you blamed the crash on me!” she yells at him as she points her finger at his chest, pushing him slightly,

“it wasn’t your fault! nor mine!” she adds afterwards, turning away from the male as her shoulder fall and she clenches her eyes closed,

“what the hell is your problem with me?” she mutters out,

“you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires,” daniel spits out, causing her eyes to widen, the female swiftly turning to him, her mouth opening in shock but no words leave,

“w-what?” she finally asks after a few seconds of pure silence, the male approaches her aggressively, placing both of his hands on her face and he held her face in his hands softly, causing her to look up at him,

“i’ve been in love with you for years. i’ve loved you at every race, at every award show, at every meeting. you are the only person that motivates me and you are the only person i am still breathing for,” he speaks, a passion in his voice that claire has never heard before, her heart beating rapidly as she listened to him,

“you annoy me so much daniel.” she speaks softly, placing her hand on top of his, “you don’t have to accept my love, nor say anything about it. but it’s been weighing on my heart for years and i just want to tell you.” he speaks softly as the female leans into his hand, closing her eyes softly as he admires her,

“i don’t have anything to say other than that…” she speaks softly, her eyes opening and locking with daniel’s loving gaze, “i love you too.” she mutters out, her voice filled with pure love as daniel looks slightly shocked, causing her to chuckle as she held his hand against her cheek,

“are you going to kiss me or what?” she asks with a teasing grin, the male nodding and leaning down, finally placing his lips upon hers, he smiles into the gentle kiss as he tastes the lip gloss on her lips,

“artificial cherry. my favourite,” he mutters after the both of them pull away, the comment causing a bright grin to develop on claire’s lips,

“you have some on your lips,” she says as his hands move down to her waist, the female moving closer to the male so their chests press against each other and she wipes at the lip gloss on his lips, her finger gently tracing his lips as he smiles gently,

“i love you claire,”

“i love you way more daniel..” she says with a bright grin, which caused daniel’s lips to curl up into a bright grin before he placed several gentle kisses along her face, causing her to chuckle.

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[your-favourite-blonde]

Rainbow - Daniel Ricciardo

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

Summary : Period was a fucking hell of a mess, but it was a little more bearable with Daniel by your side.

Warnings : period (blood), mention of sex, tiny bits of language

Words count : +1.2K

A/N : i'm so bad at writing period fic, i'm so sorry, hope you'll still enjoy little anon🌻

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! (not proofread) 💜

not my gif, credits to the owner !

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"How's my favorite Aussie doing ?", Daniel asked you over the phone.

"Like shit", you replied to him honestly. You were under the cover, a hot water bottle on your stomach, empty chocolate bars packaging all over the bed.

"I wasn't excepting that. What's going, honey ?", he asked in a sudden serious tone.

"Urgh, nothing big. Red days", you told him.

"Oh I see. It's hurting that bad ?" You hummed for an answer. "It's been a while since it has weakened you like this. I'll be home faster than you can say rainbow", he said and you could hear him run wherever he was.

"Rainbow", you joked. "Don't rush too much, I'll be okay. Love you", you whispered.

"I love you more", and then he hand up the phone. He was away for the Silverstone GP, and he was coming home for a few days before the next one. You didn't know if he was still in the paddock or at the airport - or somewhere in between.

Pain filled your whole body. You tried to fight to stay awake and welcome Daniel home, but fatigue took the best out of you.

You woke up feeling tickles all around your face. There was something there. You tried to push it with your fingers, but they were caught in someone else's hand. Your lips automatically smiled.

"Hi Dan", you said, opening slowly your eyes.

"Hi, my beautiful lady", he said, almost crushing you by laying his entire body on you.

"You're heavy", you pouted.

"How do you feel ?", he asked, sitting down next to you.

"Terrible, it's getting worse. I feel like there's a hundred people walking inside my stomach", you complained. "What about you ? Great race, I'm so proud of you", you finished your sentence with a wince of pain.

"Do you need anything ? Hey, you wanna what we'll do ?", he asked you while getting up.

"Enlighten me, please"

"First of all, you are going to go back to sleep, okay ?", he kissed your forehead, insistent on the you.

"Alone ? Danny, you just got back...", you gave him puppy eyes.

"I'll join you quickly. Pinky promise"

"Pinky promise", you told him, smiling lightly. He kissed you once more and left the room.

Again, it didn't took long time to fall back asleep. You were in so much pain, you didn't had a lot of strength to fight it.

You were taken out of your sleep by noises downstair. You guessed Daniel was probably back from wherever he decided to go. You tried to get up but your body was aching so much, you collapsed back on the bed, making a bit of mess.

"Honey, everything alright ?", you heard him shout from downstairs. He then ran up the stairs. He saw you out of the covers, and smiled lightly. "I think you need to stay still a while", he told you nicely.

"I need to get up", you groaned.

"No you don't, tell me what you need", he tried to force you to lay down but you tried to resist.

"Dan"

"What ?"

"You can't help me on this one, I just need to get up quickly", you explained to him, hoping he'd understand the hint. But unfortunately, he didn't. Sometimes, he was just too innocent.

"If you don't let me get up, there will be stains of blood all over our shits", you told him, almost sarcastically.

"Damn, well, at least let me help you to get up", he took you bridal style and carried you in the bathroom. "Alright, do your thing, I'll be right here when you get out"

You changed your tampons and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed, you absolutely looked like shit.

"Is everything ok, honey ?", Daniel knocked softly on the door. Facing silence, he opened it slowly.

"I'm awful", you went to hide in his chest. You didn't really had mood swings during your period, but you could easily tore yourself down.

"For someone who's bleeding like hell, you look amazing. You really are beautiful, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever met. C'mon princess, you just need to rest", he again helped you out and put you down the kingsize bed.

"It's freaking dumb, I'm just on period. Why the hell is it hurting that bad ?", you asked, more to the universe than to the poor guy standing next to you and looking completely lost.

"I don't know, love. It'll be behind you really fast. Will a warm bath help ?", you looked at him disgusted.

"Nope, not really, I don't feel like it. Sorry, you can go take a shower though", you replied without thinking. Daniel made big eyes.

"Is this your way of telling me I smell bad ?', he was clearly offended.

"No", you bursted out of laughing, despite it hurting you more. "I was just thinking that after the flight, it might make you feel good"

"Don't worry about that, I took one right before I left"

Daniel went back downstairs but was back quickly to your side, with a bag.

"Is that my treasure ?", you tried to joke.

"It is, there's everything you like in here", he said getting everything out by pointing it to you. "Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. Here we have some chips and some guacamole to dip in. I also bought cheese"

You caught the chips. "Thank you so much, I was dying to eat this", you gave your lover a genuine smile.

"Give me that water bottle, I'm going to fill up with hot water again"

You couldn't be thankful enough to have him in your life. He was always the sweetest. You loved him so much. For the first time in your life, you truly felt loved back.

"There you have it", he placed the hot water bottle back on your stomach. He tucked you in with all of your covers beneath you.

He laid down next to you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"Can we watch a movie ?", you asked.

"You wishes are my mine, Miss", he turned on the tv and went through the netflix catalogue. "How about... The notebook ?'

"Yes, right decision", you snug closer to him if that was even possible.

You managed to stay awake for the whole film, even if you didn't really watched it.

Daniel hugged you closer. "Feeling better ?", he asked you.

"A little yeah", you answered.

"Tummy rubs ?", he smiled your way, making your eyes light up.

"Please", you got rid of the cover to let your stomach show for you boyfriend to take care of.

He put his head against your stomach and kiss it through your shirt. He let his fingers caress it, and massage it really lightly. It felt so damn good, it was like Dan's fingers were taking all the pain away.

"You're so magical", you told him, eyes closed.

"And I'm not even naked", he joked.

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo !", you yelled at him in a playful way.

"I can't wait for you to feel better", he kissed your stomach a little longer. You hummed. "I've missed you so much, your body, your curves, everything. I wanna show you how much I need you", his hands made their dangerous way to your boobs.

"Can I ?", he whispered against you.

"They hurt", you told him.

"I'll be careful", his hands applied a little pressure on your boobs. At first, the sensation was weird, and kinda painful. But it soon turned out to feel really nice. He kissed your left boob, with your shirt still on.

"I love you so much", his body moved up closer, so now his head was now resting in your neck.

"I love you more", you replied honestly.

Period was a fucking hell of a mess, but it was a little more bearable with Daniel by your side.

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[your-favourite-blonde]

Hey would u be up for writing an Anthony Bridgerton fic where Daphne's bff is distracting Anthony so that daphne could enjoy the balls without him interrupting,and they kinda fall in love?????

Sorry that was a hugeeee request. I've never done that before😅😅

Distractions

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: This is a fic that I have been referring to as ‘Anthony without his trauma, but he’s still a dumb ass’ and ‘Anthony doesn’t oppose marrying for love, but he’s still wildly emotionally constipated’  so please enjoy! This ended up way longer than I intended and it still doesn’t feel fleshed out *shrug emoji*

Vauxhall Gardens

“Please,” Daphne begs. “I need your help.” 

“It’s Anthony. I need someone to keep his attention away from me,” Daphne continues. “Otherwise I’ll never dance at one of these balls with someone who isn’t related to me.”

You can’t help but sigh. 

Daphne’s brother loves her, and is understandably overprotective of her. As the “Diamond of the Season”, she’s the debutante that every eligible gentleman (and a few non-eligible men) have set their sights on. Someone needs to protect her. But Anthony Bridgerton would not be your first choice for that task either. He may love his sister very much, but he’s also an arrogant man and a rake. He thinks the worst of all men because he is the worst type of man. And if they were you would understand his behavior. He seems to have assumed that each and every male member of the Ton is exactly like him. The type of man that you try to avoid at these types of things.

“Fine. But you’ll owe me for this,” You grumble as you nod. Acquiescing to your friend's pleas.

Daphne’s your best friend. You’d been close since you were children, you were only about a year older than her, with mother’s who were close friends. She’d been your playmate and then your confidante as you both grew older. With your debut having taken place a few years ago, you’d been eagerly awaiting Daph’s debut, and the chance to partake in these events with a friend by your side.

But her older brother had put a damper on the entire season with his insane micromanagement of Daphne’s social calendar. 

Turning away fortune hunters, you understood, but not letting her dance with a single gentleman at Lady Danbury’s ball? And then scaring off every suitor who came to call on her? It had taken Lady Bridgerton stepping in to convince Anthony that she could call on you in the afternoons without being accosted by men on the walk to your family’s home. 

The man was on a power-trip, and was certain to destroy Daphne’s impressive chances at a great match this season if he kept it up.

“Bring me over, and then I’ll talk to him while you slip away,” You tell her as you spy the viscount’s gaze already searching the crowds for his sister.

She grins as she pulls you in and hugs you tightly, a silent thank you before she grabs your gloved hand in hers and pulls you in the direction of her brother.

“Anthony, you remember (Y/N),” Daphne says as she stops in front of her brother, prompting you to bow your head and give Anthony a small smile.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” Anthony Bridgerton greets you politely with a small bow.

“How have you been, Lord Bridgerton? I don’t believe we’ve spoken in several years, since before you graduated from Oxford,” You say politely.

“I’m well, It has certainly been a while, last time we spoke you had not come out yet,” He replies.

“Yes,” You reply with a quizzical look.

You sigh when you realize that you’ll have to keep up this conversation and come up with something to ask him if you’re to distract him.

“Have you read anything interesting recently?” You finally ask. Settling on a topic that is both non-threatening and that you’ll find at least half engaging.

“I’m afraid I haven’t read anything that isn’t a report from our estates in the past few years,” Anthony admits.

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I suppose I should have known, a man of import such as yourself has far better things to busy himself with,” You tell him, unable to stop the corners of your lips from turning upward. “Like staring down every man who so much as looks at his sister.”

“I- that’s-” Anthony protested before huffing when he realized that the conversation would not be productive. “What have you read recently?” He asks instead.

“Pride and Prejudice and The Heroine were both quite good,” You tell him. Normally you would have continued to push but with the topic of books, you can’t help but give Anthony your honest answers. “I’ve read the recent Byron and Shelley, though I find them insufferable,” You add, your nose wrinkling with distaste.

“I also revisited Shakespeare, I heard the Theater Royal is putting on Romeo and Juliet in May, and I’d quite like to see it.”

“You’ve turned into quite the scholar in recent years, haven’t you?” Anthony asks, a bemused smile across his face.

“I’ve always been invested in my education, Lord Bridgerton,” You reply. “You’re just finally intelligent enough to notice.”

Anthony merely stares at you while you smirk, taking great joy in teasing him. 

“Where did Daphne disappear to?” He asks once he’s recovered from your thinly veiled barb.

“Probably just to the powder room,” You reply banally, the lie easily forming. “I think she was going to try and find your mother afterward.” 

When Anthony’s gaze zeroed on a subject over your shoulder and he seemed to have completely tuned you out you knew that he had spotted Daphne. You turned your own head, searching for Daphne in the crowd only to see her making her way to the dance floor on the arm of the Duke of Hastings. 

“Oh!” You gasp.

That little minx. 

Now you knew why she’d been so adamant to get her brother off her tail. She was interested in his best friend. 

“Did you know about this?” Anthony asks harshly, though his gaze never tears away from the couple making their way to the dance floor.

“Of course not!” You protested. “I-I had no idea!”

“I thought they didn’t like each other,” You offer lamely.

The Trowbridge Ball

“Do you know where Daphne is?” Anthony asks as he appears suddenly at your side.

“Would you care to dance?” You reply.

You know it’s a faux pas. But you don’t really care. Besides, no one can hear you, and you need to distract him with something that will keep him occupied for several minutes.

He looks at you for a moment. Like he’s trying to discern what exactly you’re up to. But in the end, he nods.

“Of course,” He replies as he offers you his arm.

You place your hand in the crook of his elbow and allow him to shepherd you to the dance floor.

“Do you know where she is?” Anthony tries to ask again once the dance begins.

“I’m not your sister’s keeper,” You reply. “And nor, it seems,” You add as Anthony spins you around. “Are you.”

Anthony doesn’t reply and you can tell by his face that he’s still struggling to let Daphne take care of herself. Especially with the Duke’s interest in her.

“I’m sure she is fine,” You finally tell him once you’re facing him again. “Your sister is far more discerning than you give her credit for.”

“I never said she wasn’t-” Anthony begins to protest. “You are baiting me again,” He says as he looks down at the knowing look on your face.

“You’re learning,” You reply with a grin. “I know that you are only caring for her, that you’re overprotective because you love her, but she must marry this season, and you do her no favors if every man with any sense is scared of you.”

“You do not want to let your sister marry a fool, do you, Lord Bridgerton?” You ask him, your tone becoming more serious.

“Of course not,” He replies quickly.

“Then learn to step away,” You tell him.

Hyde Park

You should have expected Anthony to join his family at the park. And with the Dowager Viscountess and Lady Danbury chaperoning Daphne and the Duke, both you and Anthony were left to your own devices. So when he asked you to promenade, seemingly of his own volition you were taken aback.

“Have you ever been out of the country?”  You finally ask after a few minutes of the two of you  walking silently alongside one another. 

“No, I never had the chance,” He tells you. “Have you?” He asks.

“I once went to visit my cousins in Scotland, and the Scottish certainly believe themselves to be another country,” You tell him.

Anthony hums in agreement with your statement.

“How many children do you want?” He asks.

Your eyes widened.

“My Lord?” You ask, clearly taken aback by the question. But he merely looks at you. “I suppose however many I am blessed with, though more than three or four would be a challenge to manage,” You tell him.

“Why haven’t you married yet?” He asks.

“Well,” You say, trying to figure out how to answer such an abrupt question.

“This is your third season,” Anthony says as if you hadn’t known. “You are truly accomplished, and far more eloquent than most of the ladies and the gentlemen in my acquaintance. I would think you would have already made a fine wife.” 

“I think I ought to be offended by what you’re saying my lord,” You tell him with a small smile.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to-” Anthony quickly begins to apologize.

“I ought to be,” You clarified. “But I am not. I suppose I just haven’t given much thought to marriage.”

“Most women are solely focused on the institution,” Anthony points out.

“Most women have no other choice. My family is secure, my parents are in no rush, my brother has a good enough head on his shoulders,” You tell him. “I have a great privilege in that. So I suppose I ought not to waste it by marrying for anything less than happiness.”

“I see.”

“Yes,” You tell him. “Any other questions about marriage I can answer for you? I’d assumed at nine-and-twenty you’d grasp the mechanics of the marriage bed, but I could offer you an explanation-”

Anthony’s eyes widened as his gaze snapped to you, appalled. It was only when he saw the smirk on your face that he realized you were only poking fun at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” He replies.

The Penwood Ball 

Distracting Anthony Bridgerton had been much easier than you’d expected. And surprisingly less annoying. You often found yourself surprised by the fact that you were looking forward to spending time with him.

Anthony greeted you seemingly the moment you walked through the door.

“Lord Bridgerton,” You replied with a smirk as he offered you his arm.

Taking it you could have sworn you saw Daphne laughing in the corner with Simon, and so you quickly pivoted on your feet, pulling Anthony in the opposite direction. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last week,” You told him. Once you had put a safe amount of distance between yourselves and Daphne.

“Why I am not married,” You clarify. “I realized that perhaps the truer answer is that no one has ever asked.”

“That surely cannot be true,” Anthony replies.

“But it is,” You tell him. “Most eligible gentlemen see me as a bluestocking, or as merely a platonic acquaintance. No one has ever seen me as more than that.”

“That is not true,” Anthony replies quickly.

“I think I would know better than you do, Lord Bridgerton,” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. “In case you’ve forgotten, we have not spoken in years until last month.”

“Besides, you only prove my point. You are certainly not looking for a wife,” You say.

“What makes you say that?” He asks, turning sharply to look at you.

“Everything about you, starting with the fact that you are wasting your time with me,” You explain. “And ending with the fact that you are the definition of a rake.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t only spend time with me to get your mama and the other eligible young ladies off your back,” You tell him plainly.

“That is most certainly not the only reason,” Anthony replies. And for half of a second, he almost looks offended by your comment. “I can’t help myself if I find your charm beguiling,” He adds with a smirk.

“My charm? Is that what ruthlessly berating you is called now?” You ask with feigned confusion.

“Your jabs are far from ruthless, my lady,” Anthony replies.

“Then I shall need to sharpen my sword,” You tell him, raising your eyebrows.

Anthony begins to open your mouth and you can see the mirthfulness in his eyes.

“Do not make a double entendre out of that,” You say quickly as the very thought enters your mind at seemingly the same second it does Anthony’s.

“You are delightful company, my lady,” He says with a chuckle.

“And you are a ridiculous man,” You reply, though you can’t help but laugh with him.

The Greenwich Ball

It had been a difficult morning. You’d hardly slept the night before, and your mother, bless her heart, had insisted on you joining her for every single one of her social calls. You probably should have been glad that your mother was not foisting suitors on you left and right, but having to listen to every other mama in town discuss her own daughter’s prospects while you had to sit quietly at your mother’s side was hardly much better. 

It had been exhausting, and now Anthony seemed dead set on making the evening as difficult as possible. He’d wanted to dance and now seemed to think that taking a turn about every room of the party was a worthwhile use of your time.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, or who he was looking for, but when you saw Daphne and the Duke standing in a corner, with the Duke whispering in her ear in a way that was nearly scandalous you quickly remembered your one responsibility and tugged on Anthony’s arm, attempting to lead him back in the other direction.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asks you as you continue to move around him, pushing him into the next room, towards the refreshments table. 

You huff, already annoyed. “I’m supposed to be distracting you!”

To be fair, you and Daphne hadn’t spoken of her little scheme in a few weeks, but you had just assumed you were supposed to continue on with it, as she hadn’t said anything about ending it either.

Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. Out loud. To him.

“What?” Anthony asks, deeply confused.

You consider lying to him, but your exhausted brain can’t seem to come up with a single plausible excuse. 

“Daphne told me to distract you so that she could spend time with suitors without you scaring them all off,” You admit.

“What?”

“I was supposed to distract you,” You repeat. “And clearly you appreciated the break from your mother’s match-making, otherwise you wouldn’t have put up with me for so long.”

“You thought I was using you?” Anthony asks slowly. His tone is imperceivable. 

“Weren’t you?” You ask slowly. Suddenly far less confident in your assessment of your relationship with the Viscount.

“Of course not!” He replies quickly. “I-” Anthony starts to say before he stops himself.

“But you were spending time with me because Daphne made you?” He asks instead.

You swallow. This was not how you expected this conversation to go at all. 

“Well… yes, but…”

“But what?” Anthony presses

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be upset,” You tell him.

“Yes, clearly you did not,” Anthony replies, his words clipped as he searches your face. “I need to have a conversation with my sister. Good night,” He states abruptly before walking away from you.

“Wait, Anthony, please, I’m sorry!”

You’d never felt so awful, so guilty before. Or so confused.

“You have a caller,” Your butler announces as you and your mother sit at the breakfast table the next morning. 

You’d hardly slept, but your mother refused to let you sleep in, your shared breakfasts were a tradition that she would not let you get out of easily, and as an early riser, she didn’t understand why others struggled to wake as early as she did.

“A caller? At this hour?” Your mother asks. Clearly surprised.

“A Lord Bridgerton, asking for Miss (Y/L/N),” He replied.

Your entire body froze as you tried to imagine why Anthony could possibly be calling on you. And at nine in the morning. 

“He’s in the drawing-room,” Your butler adds.

“Yes, I’ll go right in, thank you,” You reply as you stand from the table. You merely give your mother a slight shrug of the shoulders as she looks at you curiously. 

When you entered the drawing-room you found Anthony standing in the middle of the floor, seemingly pacing the room.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way towards him. 

He stops completely when he hears your voice, turning so that his entire body is facing you.

“I needed to see you,” He tells you.

“Why?”

“I love you,” He says.

Your heart stops when you hear those three words. Of all of the things you’d imagined Anthony coming to say to you, this was never on the list, not even in your wildest dreams.

“What?” You ask, thinking you might have misheard.

“I love you.”

“I don’t- What is happening?” You flounder as you laugh in disbelief.

“You said last night that I wouldn't have put up with you unless I was using you to get away from my mother and her matchmaking,” He explains. “But you’re wrong. I spent time with you because I liked it, and when I wasn’t with you I was thinking about when I would see you next. It was never about my mother, or my sister, or anyone else for me. It was about you, and how I want to spend my life with you.”

“You do not have to return these feelings, or say anything at all, but I just wanted you to know,” He says. “To me, you’re my person.”

“Oh my,” You finally say after a moment as you look up at Anthony’s tentatively hopeful expression. 

“I think I’m in love with you too,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

“Is your father home?” He asks, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them tightly.

“It’s nine in the morning, of course he’s home,” You tell him.

“I will speak to him at once,” He replies.

“Anthony,” You begin to protest.

“No,” He says quickly. “We are going to get married. And I don’t want to have to wait any longer.”

“Anthony,” You try again, pulling on his hand so that he focuses back on you and on the present moment. “You haven’t even proposed yet.”

“Oh,” He says before dropping down onto one knee.

“(Y/N) will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous antics before nodding.

“Yes, yes, of course,” You tell him.

Anthony grins as he looks up at you before he’s pushing himself back onto his feet and taking your face into his hands. 

Anthony couldn’t help it, he kissed you.

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[your-favourite-blonde]

can you do a daniel x f1driver!reader where they spent time together cuddling in belgium during a red flag and he admires her while shes sleeping

Daniel finds you in the corner and sat on the floor, he decides to join you as he tells you that he thinks it’s going to be a long one. His arms wrap around you, he gently kisses your forehead as you rest your head on his shoulder. You enjoy his warmth, and soon enough you were drifting to sleep. He feels your body get heavy against him, he looks down and couldn’t he’ll but admire how pretty you were. How you had no make up on and still look breath taking, he admires you for a bit with a big smile on his face as he knew how lucky he was. You weren’t officially dating but he knew he was lucky to even have what he did have with you.

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[your-favourite-blonde]

Here comes the sun

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English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the mistakes. And sorry for my rusty writing skills it's been a hot minute. Feedback is very welcome as always ! ✨🤍

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none probably

Requested: @kylorentraitor

Joined these requests cause they were pretty similar! 🤝

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When you found out that you were indeed pregnant, Daniel was away for three header. And that wasn't ideal considering that your man was away from you for over three weeks and you weren't about to break the news to him over the phone, that simply didn't feel right.

So you kept it a secret. Just you and your little bean. Not a single soul was aware of the new life growing inside you, and even if that made it feel more special, you especially wanted Daniel to know so you would be able to share this feeling with him.

A couple of days before Daniel was meant to come back, you had an appointment at the clinic. Returning home with the first even scan that showed your baby. You spent the rest of the day looking at it, making up ideas, of how to tell your husband.

A couple of days before Daniel was meant to come back, you had an appointment at the clinic. Returning home with the first even scan that showed your baby. You spent the rest of the day looking at it, making up ideas, of how to tell your husband.

The morning of his arrival, you were a fidgety mess, waiting for him right by the door. Peaking through the window every five minutes. You weren't sure why exactly you were feeling so many emotions, since yesterday you were convinced that you were fine and had it all under control, but now it seemed like it was all a lie. Weeks of silence were finally coming to an end, and when you saw Daniel's car pulling up to the driveway, you couldn't help but feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes. "You're going to meet your daddy soon", placing a hand on your slightly visible bump, you whispered gently.

Daniel didn't know that you were sitting by the door for the past hour if not more, so he slowly took his time to get all of the stuff out of the car, but was quickly interpreted by the sound of the door opening, the sound of your feet flowing along.

He turned around just in time to catch you as you launched yourself into his embrace. "Wow, wow, baby, you'll take us both out", gaining the balance back, Daniel objected to your body in his hands for more comfort and a firmer grip. The sound of your muffed sob caught his attention. Sure, you would get emotional after dropping him off or when he would come back, but this seemed a bit excessive to him and he wasn't sure of what was going on.

Daniel chose to let you cry it out a bit. Locking the car, he walked inside, with you still in his arms. "You want to tell me what's going on?", whipping the sleeve under your runny nose, he tilted his head to look you in the eyes, "Or did you miss me that much? Cause that would be a first...", he felt you giggle, but your grip didn't get any lighter.

When you finally pealed yourself from him, it felt like a whole hour had passed, rubbing your puffy eyes, you finally looked at your lover's eyes, which were filled with genuine concern.

"Are you feeling a bit better?", the feeling of Daniel's fingers rubbing up and down your back soothed you like nothing else. "It's just... it's just been the longest weeks ever", you felt the lump in your throat get tighter again, "And it's been so lonely", Daniel's heart broke at those words, he thought you were all fine, and the fact that he missed the signs of you feeling not well made him disappointed in himself, "I've known for three fucking weeks, do you know how hard it was?", the ramble you continued made Daniel slightly confused, "And then the appointment and... and I was alone...", "Baby, hun, darling", Daniel's fingers found your face in hopes to stop the ramble that made no sense to him, "Baby, what appointment?", "Daniel, I'm pregnant".

Out flew all the ideas you had in your head for breaking the news for him. You held onto those words for so long, that you were convinced that if you kept it away for him any longer you were going to go insane. "You... You're what?", the shock on his face made you start crying again. Not that it was a bad kind of shock, but the fact that Daniel, Daniel Ricciardo was left speechless was enough to send you into another flood of tears.

"Are you for real? Are you pregnant?", you only managed to nod your head. Laughter filled the house, and you found yourself in Daniel's arms once again, as he held you even closer than before. When the emotions settled slightly after a while, and all the things from the car were carried into the house, you two laid down on the sofa. Daniel found himself not being able to be away from you. Something inside him made him want to constantly be at your reach.

With you right by his side now, he very subconsciously found his hand moving slowly towards your belly, but he stopped as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch it. "Don't go all sentimental now, you put the baby in me", "Don't talk like that, they might hear you", Daniel quickly argued back, making you roll your eyes. When he lifted your hoodie, his brain shut off for a moment again. The bump was still pretty small, for the most part, you wouldn't even notice it, but to him, it felt big, and he felt this sense of pride that there was his baby there. He tried to think if your body looked any different in the morning when he made love to you for the last time before leaving, but he couldn't think of anything.

"Oh, Daniel", he felt your fingers genuinely scratch the back of his head, only then realizing that he was crying himself, "I've been gone for a couple of weeks, and look how much I've missed already", "Love, you missed nothing it's mostly food, not a baby, it's ain't that big yet".

You watched as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your bump, "Don't worry bean, I'll remind you every day how big and strong you are, even if your mom thinks that you're tiny", the feeling of his fingers on your skin made you shiver slightly as the realization that this a reality started to sink in. "I'm going to love you so much...", but then he suddenly stopped making you tilt your eyebrow, "I haven't even introduced myself to them... Hi, I'm your dad and I'll annoy you in mommies womb for the next months and then we'll annoy mommy together", "Oh so I see how it is", laughing you pressed your hand closer to were Daniel's hand was. "I have so much love for you", you smiled at him before leaning in to pack his lips, "I love you too".

The longing touches grew alongside your belly, the more visibly pregnant you got, the more Daniel struggled to keep his hands off you. He defensively would say that it's his way of forming a connection with the baby since he wasn't the one carrying it, hence the lack of bonding time. So when evenings rolled around, Dan would put on some music, very serious about forming the babies taste in music, singing to your bump while tickling your side from time to time.

Daniel was the first one to feel the kick as well. On one of those evenings, with him singing the words to The Beatles Here comes the sun, he was giving it his all, singing his heart out. Both hands pressed to your tummy as he left kisses all over your skin in between the words.

The kick was pretty faint but just enough to make Daniel stop. His shocked eyes looking at yours, waiting for your approval that he wasn't imagining things. You only bit your lip, and Daniel broke into the biggest grin, instantly moving to leave more kisses to the place where he first felt the movement. And this time, no doubt receiving yet another kick. "I think she said hello", he was smiling like a kid in a candy shop, "She?", you questioned, since you both hadn't even talked about the gender of the baby or if you were going to find out before the birth, "Yeah, she kicks just like you at night", you slapped Daniels arm gently, but he didn't care, already lost in yet another attempt to earn a little movement.

It wasn't until your next appointment that the idea of the baby's gender popped into your head. You two were watching your little, well not so little blurb, squirming around in your womb as the doctor tried to continue with the scan. Joking that this was one active baby, "Did you change your mind about finding out the gender?", there was the question that you two declined the last time. Looking up at Daniel, you saw that his eyes were still glued to the screen. Your hand in his as he pressed it closer to his lips. "What do you think, bab", "Well, I would like to know, but we can...", you just smiled at him, turning to the nurse to nod your head. Daniel wanted to argue cause you did mention to him that the unknown might help you push through the labor easier, like a little surprise at the end, and he didn't want you to throw that away just because he wasn't as patient as you were. But one reassuring look was enough to calm him down.

You two looked at the nurse with so much anticipation, you watched as a smile appeared on her face, and she turned to you two. "Ready to know?", you two nodded your head in sync, hands pressed together even tighter than before. "Well, congratulations Mr. and Miss. Ricciardo you're having a baby girl".

As soon as the words left her mouth, you felt Daniel sink to the chair that was next to the examination table. He was covering his face with your hand, but you didn't need to see him to know that he was crying. The doctor rubbed your hand, congratulating you one last time, mumbling something about the first time dad's always being like this and walked out of the room, giving you some alone time.

"You good out there?", turning to your lover, you couldn't help but smile a little. You knew that Daniel wanted a girl, he told you multiple times that he was ready to go full tutu skirt and rainbow hair clips and have tea parties. He was trying to pick himself up, but the moment he looked at you, the tears spilled from his eyes again. "If I didn't have evidence, I'll say that you are the pregnant one out of the two of us. Come here", pulling at his arm, you made him lay his head on the side of your chest, his arms found their way around you, not caring much about the jell that was still on your skin. "I'm just really happy", "I know bab, you'll be the best girl dad, and she already loves you so much". You felt him nodding his head, the movement of your fingers in his hair turning the cry into a light hiccup, "I'm gonna be a girl dad, fuck", "Ah, watch your language!"

"Oh, bugger!", you couldn't help but laugh while rolling your eyes, "Daniel, Australian slang won't save you this time".

[your-favourite-blonde]

three times daniel almost said “i love you” + one time he actually did it.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader.

word count: 2253 words.

request: no!

mentions of: language, tiny little angst and a lot of fluff!

i wrote this with she/her pronouns but please let me know if you want me to rewrite/another version of this with they/them pronouns and i will happily do it!

authors note: i had so much fun writing this, please let me know if you guys enjoy this type of writing and if you would like to do this with other drivers!! once again, english is not my first language so if there is anything wrong with grammar or anything else, please let me know so i can fix it! 

i was watching the fourth season of dts because of monza and i honestly was so happy that i decided to include this moment here, hope you guys enjoy as much as i did!

before their relationship even started, there were times when Daniel almost felt like saying those important three words. it was hard for him to keep all of his feelings to himself, most of the time, he wanted to scream how he felt, and in his mind, he always made-up situations where he finally told her exactly how she made him feel until the day he finally did.

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Hi!!! After the come back of the king I was wondering if you could do an imaginé where the Instagram post that Lewis posted is the announcement of your pregnancy you guys are expecting your baby boy!! NO ONE had a clue that you guys were expecting so you pretty much broke the internet

And some of the other drivers congratulating the king and queen on their pregnancy

Baby Hamilton

You and Lewis were crowned grids king and queen as soon as you two made your relationship public. People loved you off and on the grid. You two were a talking point of almost every interview. You loved sharing bits of your relationship online, showing the cutest sides of Sir Lewis that people might have imagined but never had evidence to prove it. So snippets of cute dates, Lewis coming home with flowers, cuddles, and just endless mirror photos was what people craved for and lived for when it came to you two.

Although, from the moment you found out that you were pregnant, there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to keep it a secret and not tell anyone who didn't need to know. Meaning that only your and Lewis's parents and the closest people to you were in on this.

The need to shout about it was enormous, but you knew what as soon as this would get to the press and the fans, all hell would break loose. You weren't scared of what people would have to say or comment on. The thing that scared you and even more scared Lewis was that this could be used against your safety. Bad people were a thing that Lewis brought up a lot and thought of something happening to you, and the baby made Lewis's blood run cold.

So you stayed in your little bubble, and to be fear, it was amazing. With so much of your life being online and with tons of people digging through your laundry, having this just for yourself made it all feel even more special.

Not to mention that with the mess that this season was and with stuff that was constantly thrown at Lewis, the last thing he needed was people writing articles about what kind of father he would be and what he would lack. You and the pregnancy were his happy escape, a way for him to shut off after a long week or a hard weekend.

Often on the phone, he would say, "I just want to come back to you and the bump", and he wouldn't talk for a bit. Head rested on your chest with his hand protectively laying on your tummy, drawing patterns with his fingers from time to time.

With you being heavily pregnant, you didn't travel with Lewis to his last race. But it didn't take a genius to notice that even before it, he was excused, and you were more than ready for this season to end. The outcome of the race left you feeling sick, your heart broke knowing that you weren't there with Lewis. His mom tried to calm you down, reminding you how too much stress wasn't good for the baby, but there was no other way you could react with your man a thousand miles away and not having a way to comfort him, knowing full well that he wouldn't pick up his phone now.

You were pacing back and forth in the living room when a sharp pain shot through your body, making you stop in your track. "That's it, sit down, darling", Carmen was by your side, instantly walking you to the sofa. "Any news from Lewis?", her sad eyes gave you the answers straight away, "He has Anthony with him, alongside Angela and the whole team. Most importantly, I'm sure he can feel your love, and he wouldn't be happy if he saw you like this".

But the pain didn't die down, it only increased, and soon you were bent over the kitchen counter with one of your hands resting on your bump. Under your breath, you were mumbling a quiet, "Please, wait for your daddy to come home". The panic only doubled when Carmen mentioned the need of letting Lewis know about the situation at home, "No, we're not calling him. This could be nothing, just don't stress him out even more, please".

But once you settled on the sofa when the pain dulled a couple of hours later, she draped the blanket over your body as you drifted off to sleep. Carmen did call Lewis, knowing full well that if she didn't, he would be mad. "What is happening?", he practically shouted, "Why didn't you call me straight away?". She could hear Anthony trying to calm his son down and her heartache for him, knowing how much was on his plate now.

Lewis left without going to any of the meetings that he was supposed to go to. That of course led to even more backlash regarding this, but he couldn't care less. He needed to be with you, and that was the only thing on his mind. Lewis was on the first direct flight to London, calling his mom every minute that he got, asking for updates.

The rest of 48h was a blur. With you laboring at home, endless phone calls, panicked faces, and you hopping that your baby would be patient enough to wait just a little bit. And she was, holding back as long as she could, and not long after Lewis's voice filled the room, everything picked up once again. But now it all felt much calmer cause you had your man by your side.

Baby Hamilton came in kicking and screaming the next evening. You and Lewis both cried when her big brown eyes looked directly at you two. The amount of love that filled the room made you feel dazed. "Look at her big eyes. Hi, angel, I'm your dada", she tightly wrapped her tiny hand around his finger, big eyes blinking away as she absorbed the things around her.

When the nurse took her away for a quick check-up, you finally had a moment together. "Can you believe that we're parents?", Lewis chuckled while leaning in to kiss your temple, "No, it's all so surreal, with everything happening. How are you feeling, I didn't even have a chance to...", "Hey, none of that. I'm the happiest now". You gave him a loving smile, squeezing his hand, and even without words letting him know that when he wanted, he could talk to you about it.

"Can we talk about her waiting for me to get back?", you two let out a laugh, "She was. She wanted to come out just a bit early so she could give you her love in person".

Lewis joined you on the hospital bed. He didn't have to say anything, after years you two spent together, you understood his emotions without words. So just like all these times before you let you ran your fingers through his curly hair, smiling to yourself cause your baby girl, from what you could tell, had little curls as well.

Lewis completely shut off his social media, even turned his phone off. He chose to heal between the walls of his safe home, alongside the people who loved him and, most importantly, with his baby girl in his arms.

When Lewis finally posted after about two months of radio silence, it seemed like the whole world went mental. You knew how much he was missed and so you weren't surprised by the amount of love that came his way. But when two days later he made his next post with a caption, "Photo dump of how my special angel came into this world" the Instagram died for real. "I believe I broke the platform", Lewis laughed while he tried to open up the app that was gone beyond all measures. The photos included you two at your first scan, with Lewis holding your hand as you two looked at the screen in front of you. Then Lewis kissed your bump, a picture of you two before one of the GP weekends, to which you accompanied Lewis. Everyone was gushing over how you two looked so hot that weekend yet no one knew that you were very pregnant at the time. The next one was from the hospital right before you delivered the baby, you were leaning on Lewis as he put pressure on your back. You two right after the Y/D/N was born, with her on your chest, your teary eyes looking at Lewis, who was also crying. The second to last picture was of Lewis doing skin-to-skin with her for the first time. That one was your personal favorite. Something about the way he looked down at her, and the way her tiny body was cradled closer to his chest made your heart skip a beat. And the last of you three sitting on the sofa back at home. Roscoe sleeping on your lap as you were breastfeeding Y/D/N, the biggest smile on your face as you posed for the camera, with Lewis laughing face at the corner as well.

With no one knowing about you expecting people were one thousand times more excited, the photos being the only thing you could see no matter where you went. Other drivers were equally as surprised. Lando commented, "Wait, how did you make a baby in two months?", George gushed how he didn't feel so lonely cause now he and baby Hamilton were both new to the Mercedes family. Val sending you love before joking that he'll 100% be the best uncle that started a whole fight in the comment section.

[your-favourite-blonde]

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[your-favourite-blonde]

Hey I was wondering if you still do f1 ships and if you do if you vould do one for me? if not thats totally fine:)) I'm Hannah, and i live in the north countryside of germany ( its just fucking cold and windy but i like it). At the moment i still go to school and completing my degree to go to university afterwards. I am a pretty competitive and ambitious person hence why i go to private school and aspire to be an academic in the future. Thise personality quiz things tell me i am ENTJ -A and a Ravenclaw. Grey eyes, dark blondehair, around 179 cm, the stereotipical german look. I like to read, listen to vinyls and go out with my friends. I am obsessed with history, but more like mythology and literature. My entire family has been in the car industry for generations but not only f1 but more like oldtimers and all that. I hope this was enough information :)) Have a wonderful day <33

Hiya! I'm sorry if it's late. Hope you like it!

I ship you with: Alex Albon

I think that you and Alex could be a really good match. Plus, he's tall hehe. But I feel that you two would complement each other, he's a goofy guy and he would really calm you whenever you are with your competitive mood. And you would help him with all the competitive side of racing, cheering him.

"Hey, babe, you will come to my race right?" he called you. "I need my number one fan"

He would be with you while you study, calming you whenever you stress about the exams. He will make sure to be by your side, or if he is at the other side of the world while racing, he will be calling you when he's free.

"Woah, woah, love. Don't stress, alright? You are amazing, you can with this. Fuck that teacher, he's an asshole and you know that"

I'm sure you and Alex will watch every show or movie about mythology. Thor? Check. Percy Jackson? Check. Vikings? Check. And the cutest thing is that you two will have name of gods as nicknames, one different each day.

"Oh, come on! Enjoy the movie, just enjoy Chris Hemsworth being Thor even if he was actually redheaded and Tom Hiddleston being Loki!"

He would really love going to your family house because your father would always show him the cars. One of the things that your father made him like Alex was that he's a driver.

"Oh god, your father let me drive that amazing car! It's insane!"

[your-favourite-blonde]

You and Lando are best friends. You’re both drunk and have sex. Lando doesn’t remember that night and you end up pregnant. You don’t tell Lando and ghost him. He doesn’t understand why you’re not friends with him anymore. Two years later, Lando finds out from his mother that you’ve had a baby. On one of Lando’s free weekends, he waits outside your house and hopes he can find out why you ghosted him and didn’t tell him you had a baby.

Kind of changed it just a bit 🤏🏻

I deserve to share this with you

It was truly the heat of the moment. One minute you two were dancing to the beat of the music, the next, you had lost most of your clothes, and Lando was on top of you. Lando didn't remember your lingering touch. He didn't remember the way it felt when he touched your body. Not a single kiss that you shared. It was like it never happened.

You on the other hand were very quickly slapped by reality when a month later your period was late. You dreaded the trip to the pharmacy so badly. If you pretended that it wasn't there maybe it wouldn't become reality?

But the more you waited, the more the evidence of you being pregnant got obvious. You didn't know what to do. This for sure was not how you imagined it all to go, so out of share panic, you completely shut everyone out of your life. Cutting all ties with Lando especially. You didn't want to be rejected by him, so you saved yourself the heartbreak. You knew the importance of his carrier, how important it was for him and a baby... The baby wasn't on the list of making it any better. So you did it all by yourself, but you couldn't help but think of how it all would have been if you had Lando by your side.

Objecting to the new life was hard. It was your first time, after all. Yet, you loved that baby more than you ever could imagine. The little guy was a spitting image of Lando, many times making you hear ache when he would end up smiling at you with that daddy used to smile.

You bumped into Cisca and Flo while taking a walk with him one evening. The weather started to clear up in London when spring approached, and you wanted to take advantage of the first rays of sunshine.

"Y/N?", you heard a very familiar voice that made you turn around, "Oh my dear, haven't seen you in ages". You didn't even know what to say, the last thing you needed was for her to see the baba, cause she would instantly know who the father was.

"Hey, it's been a while. Everyone's doing okay back at home?", you tried to control your panic. The small talk was quite natural, even if you tried to escape it every chance that you got. The baby started murmuring in the stroller, and Cisca instantly looked its way. You met Flow's eyes, somehow from the look she gave you, you knew that she knew. She didn't even have to see the little one. "Babysitting or...", "No, am... gave birth six months ago".

Now the silence felt tense, no one knew what to say. "Oh, I didn't know that you were with someone, Lando never mentioned", you nervously laughed, not daring to look her in the eyes, "Father is not in the picture, but we're doing just fine, the two of us", she started to apologize, and offered you a helping hand, making your heart suddenly ache all over again.

After that interaction, you changed up your usual walk root. Going somewhere where you knew that not many people would go, your mind needed a chance to escape. You needed a chance to escape. Cause one way or another, you knew that now Lando was going to find out.

Lando's mom brought that interaction that she had up over the dinner. Lando practically dropped his fork when his mom mentioned your name. Truth was that all of these months he couldn't stop thinking about you. He missed you, and even more so he had this unsettling feeling that you needed him, that he was supposed to be with you. "Is she in town?", "I think she never moved", said Flow, and Lando frowned, somehow not understanding how absolutely no one knew where you were then. "But that's not all, she's a mom now", Lando felt his brain starting to feel scrambled, "The baby is six months old, from what I understood, she did it all by herself. Such a strong young woman, not everyone could handle that", Lando wasn't even sure if he was hearing the words that his mother was saying. The room was spinning, his brain doing timeline jumps, trying to understand what happened. Was that the reason you left? Cause you got pregnant by accident? But he would have helped you out, would have been by your side, even beat the bloke who left up. Why did you choose to disappear instead?

"Did she say who the father was?", "Honey, I wasn't about to go ask questions like that. She's gone through enough already".

What unsettled Lando, even more, was the way Flow was looking at him. She was the one that got a glimpse of the sleeping baby, and even with his eyes closed, he was just like Lando. That night Lando didn't sleep at all, how could he? There were so many unsettling thoughts, doubts, questions. Though he was sure about one thing - he had to see you.

You were coming home from a grocery shop. No one told you that having a six-month-old and trying to shop would be so hard. He was a calm baby, so it's not like he would be fussy. It's the fact that with him in a car seat and bags of groceries, you needed to make more than one go up and down the stairs.

You were dealing with that dilemma now as well. Thinking of how to get everything up in one go, cause you weren't in the mood today to deal with this. You were cooing at your baby, lost in your little world. "Do you need a hand with that?", the voice made you jump slightly, as you turned around. And here he was, the person that you hoped to never see again. "I can take the bags for you", "Ah.. it's not that big of a deal, I can do it myself". You offered him a smile before turning around. Now you were trying to think of the way to hide the baby from him, but by all odds, the little one decided to start crying. "Please, not now", you could feel yourself getting worked up, and you were pretty sure that was rubbing off on your son's mood as well. "Come on, let me help you out", "Please, Lando, don't", but the cries got louder and louder, and when you turned to Lando, you simply couldn't deny that you needed the help. You suddenly felt helpless and unsure of what to do.

You felt Lando's hand on the small of your back as he slowly unbuckled the little one, "Come on buddy, mommy will bring you in, and I'll grab the apple sauce and all that", you watched him gently take the baby before he turned to you, placing him in your hands, eyes going all over the inside of the, quickly grabbing the blanket before wrapping it around the baby in your hands.

Back at the flat, Lando dropped the bags as he listened to you trying to calm the little one down. Lando quickly looked around the place, it was a two-room apartment, from what he could tell, small, but it radiated your style and your personality. "Do you mind if I feed him here, it's the comfiest here", "No, of course not, it's your place. Should I leave?", he asked quickly, eyes never leaving yours. "You can stay if you want", at first Lando stood by the sofa, not lifting his eyes, cause he felt like that was inappropriate, but then the faint giggle that came from the baby and your giggles as well made him look up.

The sight was something that he never knew that he needed to see, but now that he saw it, he wanted to save it in his memory forever. The amount of love in your eyes, when you looked down at your son was flowing out of you. He was pulling onto your necklace, that Lando once got you as a present. That made his heartache, even after almost two years apart, you probably never took it off. "What's so funny?", you cooed softly, your fingers gently running up and down the little one's cheek, "You're not hungry, are you?", in return, you got the biggest giggle yet that you've ever gotten from him, "You are way too mischievous for your age, Y/S/N".

Lando's heart skipped the beat to the sound of that name. Y/S/N was the name you two randomly came up with one night when the two of you couldn't sleep and were making a plan for if you two were to never find an individual partner and would want to settle down together. "You named him Y/S/N?", "Yeah... nothing fitting him better".

You and Lando didn't talk for a while. There was no need for words. He knew, and you knew that he knew, so you just let him hold his son as he slept on his chest. Little sleepy smiles crept on Y/S/N face. "I don't understand why you chose to run away, instead of letting me be there for you", you felt a wash of guilt run over you, "I was trying to protect you. We were drunk, messed up, and it would have ruined your dream future". "Who told you that? Cause I don't remember you consulting with me. I have a right to be a part of this", Lando's voice came out just a bit too loud, making the baby stir in his arms lightly, and he instantly moved to rock him back to sleep. "I was going to tell you eventually, I just... You've been having such an amazing season", "But I've been miserable mentally cause I didn't have you by my side. You can only go so far without having someone to lean on, and you were my everything".

You turned your face away from him, trying to hide the tears. "Come here", Lando reached out for you, you instantly leaned into him, "Now that I found you two again, I ain't going anywhere", you nodded your head before wrapping your arms around your two boys, "I know, and I wouldn't want it any other way."

[your-favourite-blonde]

That Australian sunshine

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Idk I woke up and decided that the world needed a bit more of dad Dan so here you have my brain dump. Enjoy! English is not my first language so sorry. 🤍✨

Word count: 2.7k (was supposed to be shorter but I just did an upsie)

Warnings: you might get a baby fever and get horny for dad Daniel. That's about it.

Requested: took major inspiration from this but low keythis is nothing like the requested stuff... sorry 🙃

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You both were nervous messes when you took your first-ever pregnancy test together. Consistently trying for a couple of months, putting in extra thought into making it happen. Daniel worshipped your body every time you two would get intimate, "It needs to happen out of the pure intention of love, and not you being pressed to the bathroom mirror as I take you from the back", gosh did you roll your eyes at that, secretly hoping that a slip up of a lustful night would lead to you getting pregnant.

The minutes seemed to stretch out and felt more like hours. You were set on your boyfriend's lap, gently running your fingers up and down the back of his head. You could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours. Daniel was scrunching up the material of the shirt that you were wearing. He was mumbling little we'll be okay's, I love you's, and no matter what, we got this. You weren't sure if they were more addressed to you or was he reassuring himself, but either way, it soothed you. The timer made you both flinch, pulling apart, you looked at each other, Daniel leaned in, pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. "On the count of three?", you simply nodded and started to count down. The buzzing sound in your ears took over all of your senses, as you looked at the stick in front of you, while your brain tried to focus on what was in front of you.

Yet the result made your heart fall. Suddenly feeling very small and empty even, you clung onto Daniel as tears fell from your eyes. Sure, you weren't expecting to get pregnant straight away but, you felt pregnant, and your period was late. "Hey, we're okay, we knew going into this knowing that it would take a hot minute", kissing your exposed shoulder, Daniel brought your still shaking body even closer to his.

Then life got in a way of you trying after that evening. You were stressed out of your mind, which resulted in you missing your period again, and seeing the mental state you were in, Daniel took it upon himself to look after you and your health. Cause for now you were his biggest priority, and years ago, when you started dating, he promised to look after you no matter what.

Going back to Australia, turned out to be the best decision ever. Your burner-out self started to come back to life once again. Daniel always thought that you flourished when you traveled to his birth home, but this time the effect was even bigger. Maybe it was his mother's food, maybe the change of place, or just the fact that you both were in a loving home but the moment when he heard you laugh again after weeks of emotionless smiles made his heart beat so fast.

You were sitting in between Daniel's legs, back pressed to his chest as you two looked at his friends and family joking around. His arms were protectively wrapped around your middle, something that he start doing as soon as you started trying for the baby. "You're feeling okay?", he quickly whispered in your ear, you moved slightly so you could look up at him before flashing him the biggest smile. You hummed softly, "Might be the sun or maybe it's the sex, but I'm really happy", even though Daniel laughed at your words, playfully covering your mouth as for the kids to not hear your words, but he was relieved that you were finally back to being your old self.

The moment you came back to Monaco, your health dipped again. Ever since you got back from the airport, you barely moved out of bed. Daniel was stressed out about it, even going back and forth on the phone with his mom, making plans about you staying back in Australia with them. He tried to reason with you so you would go to see the doctor, but your answer was always the same, "It's just a bug. I need to sit it out."

It was Tuesday morning which almost always meant an early morning run with Michael for Daniel. You woke up just as he was getting dressed. Daniele heard you stirring and instantly kneeled to your side of the bed. "Hey, gorgeous, how are you this morning?", he brought your knuckles to his lips before kissing them gently. "Aching all over, but it might be from my period that's about to come. Do you mind grabbing me a box of tampons and some crackers on your way back?", your tired eyes made Daniel want to skip his workout and just stay with you, but he nodded instead, knowing that arguing would only take more energy out of you.

You stayed in bed for a bit before deciding to drag yourself out of it and take a shower for the first time in a couple of days. You looked at yourself in the mirror, for a while before turning to pick up a towel. That's when it kind of hit you that your body didn't look the same. Considering that you've been throwing up for almost a week, your tummy looked way too bloated, since you were convinced, that you lost at least a couple of kilograms. "Shit...", you mumbled under your breath when all the pieces started to fall into place. You stumbled out of the bathroom, digging through your still unpacked suitcase, knowing that you brought a pregnancy test with you to Australia.

The thought of waiting for Daniel crossed your mind, but at the same time, you just needed to know. It felt way different than all the other times before, this time, you felt like the minutes were passing in seconds, and before you knew it, the test was ready. Taking a big breath in, you placed one hand on your tummy, the other gripping the test. The same buzzing sound of too much blood rushing to your brain filled your ears. And here it was, clear as day even with teary eyes. There was no doubt you were indeed pregnant. The test said one to two months. You didn't need to think much, it did happen in Australia and now your sickness, and the timing of it made sense. You reached for your phone, quickly typing out a message to Daniel as you sat on the bathroom floor, still in disbelief.

On the other side of the line though, Daniel stopped in his track as panic washed over him. What else would you expect when a message from his sick girlfriend read, "Please, please come back, you need to come back". Swearing under his breath, Daniel turned to Michael who was now giving him the same concerned look. "She's not feeling good again?", "I really shouldn't have left her", luckily for them, they weren't far away from the apartment block. Michael insisted on going with Daniel, just in case the situation was even worse than they thought.

As soon as you heard the door open, you darted out of the bathroom, hands shaking and eyes puffy from all the crying you did so far. Daniel was right by your side in no time, "Did you puke again, love? Come on, sit down. I'll grab you a water", you quickly grabbed onto your boyfriend's hand, "No, no look", you practically shoved the stick into his face, your shaky hands at first making it hard for Daniel to see what exactly was in your hands, let alone the two lines there. But when it finally clicked, the look on his face was priceless, "For real? No, baby, for real?", all you could do was nod your head, smile just as big as Daniel's. Quickly wrapping his arms around you, Daniel picked you up before spinning you around. His forehead pressed to yours. "Wait, how far along are you?", "The digital one said one to two months", Daniel was shaking his head in disbelief, the feeling, and the idea still not settling in. "Well that sweet Australian fucking", "Daniel...", you squeal when he picked you up once again, hands resting under your bum.

"Don't need the details of your sex life, but I'm happy for you two", you and Daniel quickly turned to your side, "oh god, Michael I didn't even know you were here", you quickly laughed, "I've noticed that. Congratulations, munchkin", he pulled you into a hug, "At least now we know why you've been so sick. Also I'm claiming the best uncle spot straight away".

Since that day it was only you three who knew about your little secret. That also meant that you had two very protective Australians to look after you. Daniel was glued to your side. In one way or another holding, you close to him. You weren't allowed to go further away without him running to your side.

The affection that he already shared with you doubled. Evenings were spent with him chatting with your baby bump, and you were convinced that your baby would come out speaking Australian slang.

You two were getting ready to go to the paddock one morning. Daniel was checking something on his phone while you were getting dressed, both consumed in a simple, comforting conversation. That was until Daniel lifted his eyes to look at you. You were still in just your underwear, looking for a big hoodie that you could steal from Daniel. He quickly stood up, walking right behind you, hands resting on your hips as he gently turned your body to the side. "Look at that bump, swear last night it looked smaller", you rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your bump, "I feel big today, someone's having a growth spurt". Just like most mornings, Daniel took a bunch of photos of you two and the bump, which was now one of his favorite things. He looked forward to it every morning. Changing his phone's background every week to follow along with the growth of your tummy.

With months passing, every time you visited Dan at the paddock, you hugged his team members with caution, keeping enough distance between the bump and their body, just so no one would figure it out. But that started to annoy Lando after some time. He would see you fully going for a hug with Michael, and he simply, couldn't understand why you were funnily hugging him instead. You were chilling in Daniel's room one weekend when you heard a knock on the door before Lando's head popped in. You two had gotten close the moment Daniel moved to McLaren. You babied the life out of him, and at first, it annoyed Lando, but he found so much comfort in your presence around the paddock that you not being there affected him more than Daniel at times. "Hey, can I come in", nodding your head, you waved for him to come in. He stood in the middle of the room, keeping his distance away from you. "So, I have a question", you raised an eyebrow at him, "Do you think I have harpies or something, cause you've been hugging me funny lately", you could tell that that's been on his mind for a while, and you didn't want to laugh, but you couldn't help yourself as he continued to ramble, "No laugh all you want, but you're hugging Michael just fine, and I thought we were friends", "Okay, come here then", but Lando stood there hesitant for a moment, "Come on, Lando, let me give you a hug". You leaned into him, but that didn't last long as you felt your bump poke his tummy quickly. Lando instantly pulled away. His hands were on either side of your waist, yet he wasn't touching you. "Wait...", he looked at you with that are you joking look, and you just nodded, turning to the side as you placed your hands on the oversized hoodie so you could accentuate the belly. "Yaahah you're pregnant!", Lando's gremlin laugh was on the loose as he beamed at you, "Shh! Don't say it so loud, no one knows besides Dan and Mikey", "Can I...", yet his fingers didn't dare to move any further, so you gently took a hold of them, guiding them to your bump. His touch was fairly quickly met with a kick, that made Lando let out a squeal. "I think, I'm crying", you let out a laugh before placing a hand on his cheek, "Looks like you are, darling".

You and Daniel decided that for the end of your pregnancy you'll go back to Australia. He wanted you to be as calm and relaxed as possible, and there was only one place like that. Plus, he wanted his mom by your side, cause he knew just how close you two have gotten, and that more than once, you had hit her up with mountains of questions regarding the pregnancy so that extra support would do you wonders.

So here you were making drinks for the boys while they were working out in the backyard. You could hear Michael ordering them around. Carefully you took hold of four shakes as you wobbled out into the backyard. At this point, there was no need to hide it, you were very pregnant, and being back in Australia, you didn't need to hide it. You could just embrace it and enjoy it.

"Got you some drinks, boys", Daniel quickly lifted his head, forgetting all about the workout that he was doing. Never did he think that he could love you more. And no, it wasn't because you were keeping him hydrated, it's the way you blossomed and the fact that you were carrying his baby, a baby that he dreamed of for years.

Michael quickly got the bottles from your hands, offering you a place to sit down in the shade. You rolled your eyes at him and chose to stand by his side for a bit instead as you watched your man work out. "Have to say, you look beautiful", one of Daniel's friends said as they all were taking a break after their session. You couldn't help but smile, "Well, thank you. I feel like it's the best I've felt all pregnancy", you brought that up in a conversation with Daniel as well. That, the moment you left Monaco and just went back home, you felt as if such a big weight was lifted off your shoulders. You didn't need to live in fear of people finding out, you didn't need to hide under layers of clothes, from day one here you were in a sports bra and shorts, maybe a tightly fitted dress, but no matter the piece of clothes your belly was on the show. It felt refreshing, and no wonder it played a number on your mental health.

It did help that you were surrounded by so many loving people, as well. Sure, Daniel would throw a comment like "Stop flirting with my girl" or "She's taken if you can't tell" to his friends when they would shower you in compliments, but in all honesty, he was just as grateful that even his guy friends were willing to listen to your pregnancy stories and support you. At times Daniel would joke that now they loved you more than him, and you used that card against him sometimes, just to tease him.

You two were once again at the family bbq. The sounds of people bickering playfully filled your ears as you laid against Daniel's chest with your eyes closed. "Told you that you would get tired", he was rocking your body side to side slowly, "I wasn't about to miss a chance to see my sexy boyfriend all sweaty", you could feel his chest moving from laughing. "As if you don't see that enough, wasn't that the thing that got you pregnant in the first place?", "Yeah, so I'm feeling nostalgic".

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