Victory Of The Heart | Fernando Alonso

Thank you for tagging me I only saw it now 🥺♥️

yeah daniel and max are just part of my personality by now I guess ..

thank you @dolcesirena for the tag!

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

....fuck. Is it a p*rn movie???? xD

Tagging @lividisuigomiti @userjasontodd @thlrlwalls @ilballodellavitaa @oro-e-diamanti @angelisgf @selenophiliaxx @ginny-lily

Thoughts have been thunk 🧎🏻‍♀️

by the way checo deserves so much respect he’s done an insane job not only today but all season and the last couple of races he’s been nothing but committed to making this happen for max he’s a legend just like max said

she’s a 10 but she rots in her room all day listening to music and making up scenarios in her head

Seb DNF’d so he could go spend time with Kimi instead of racing that Aston

girls & boys - charles leclerc x reader x carlos sainz

“the girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris” girls & boys / good charlotte

a/n: hi loves i hope u enjoy this. sorry for my absence, i hope this fic can make up for it. originally i was just gonna go 1.5k and call it a day but it just kept going and your suggestions helped me get to almost 4k words so i hope u like it

it’s not proofread or anything bc nessa is too busy having a life to read my fanfiction before i post it and i’m too impatient to wait longer than a singular minute for a text response so nessa ily and to y’all i’m sorry for the mistakes and if this sucks. it’s not totally my fault 🤍

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, sex, oral (m+f), anal, threesome, dp, dont read if u dont like this stuff i beg u

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other. The checkered flag waved and the garage erupted in celebrations. Mechanics ran down the pit lane, excited but not shocked at what their hard work had brought them.

The smartphone in your hand lit up with notifications, and you ran to Instagram to post the graphics you'd been waiting for. You spent your time preparing winning graphics for any race outcome, but they had been sitting in an unused folder for long enough. You grinned, pulling out the 1-2 graphic you had prepared, but never expected to use so soon.

The team had worked unbelievably hard on making sure their car performed up to their expectations and crossed their fingers it would exceed. But Formula One is unpredictable, and you could never be too sure.

You cheered along as Charles pulled into Parc Ferme and celebrated as he jumped out, standing tall on top of his race-winning car. You knew he was grinning from ear to ear under his helmet, and probably shedding a tear or two. He deserved the win, so badly.

Your job was hard - wanting to be in the heat of the cheers and singing and celebrations, but you had obligations. Millions of people were waiting to repost your winning graphic, so you backed away to finalize a few more posts and tweets.

The sounds around you heightened and you looked up to see Carlos waving as he headed for the second step on the podium. He beamed with joy finally seeing everything he worked toward last year come to fruition.

Charles followed, running up to the top step he missed so much. You smiled, but quickly directed your attention back to your phone.

Once you felt your work was satisfactory, you headed to find today's winning drivers to congratulate them in person.

You knocked on the door to Charles' drivers room, hearing both voices inside. "Hey, it's y/n," you said. Carlos' smiling face appeared quickly on the other side of the door to greet you. "Congratulations!" You said to them. They both smiled and blushed, looking almost shy. You narrowed your glare at both of them. "You aren't more excited?"

"Of course I am excited," Charles said with a smile on his face, "but I am also exhausted." He let out a heavy breath and rested his hand on his falling chest. Your eyes were drawn to his veiny hand that had been gripping his steering wheel for the last hour, and then gripped the champagne bottle with such strength.

The video came through your notifications from the official F1 account, and you lost your breath when you saw it. He held the champagne tight, with a go-pro camera attached to the end. His rings were in perfect view and you quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed you spending too much time on a short clip. You happily reposted it to Ferrari's Instagram story, but the image remained in your mind long after.

Carlos sat on the couch, agreeing with his sentiment. "I want to sleep for days."

You laughed. "Sleep is for losers." He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back onto the edge of the couch with a scoff. "You're not seriously going to sleep after this one-two, are you?"

Charles gripped the table behind him and leaned back. "To be honest, I don't even want to leave this room." Carlos chimed in, agreeing with him once again while his eyes stayed closed and towards the ceiling.

"You can't stay here all night." You replied, annoyed with their casual nonchalance after such a huge win.

Charles cocked his head. "Says who?" He looked around quickly. "You?"

You rolled your eyes at his tone of voice. "There's an entire team of engineers and strategists waiting to congratulate you two, and you're going to leave them hanging because you're tired?" Neither of them responded.

You waved your arm to get them moving. "C'mon, let's go." You reached for the doorknob, but the heavy slam of a hand against the door stopped you in your tracks.

"We're not going anywhere." Your heart began to race as you peered to the left and saw Charles staring down at you, a hunger in his eyes even a race win couldn't satisfy.

His eyes made your breathing become erratic. Focusing on breathing wasn't possible with Charles Leclerc looking down to you.

Despite how lost you could get in his eyes, you were here for work. You refocused yourself and started again. "I don't get paid enough for this," you scoffed and turned around to see Carlos pick his head up. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for content." You made direct eye contact with both of them. "Which you two are giving me none of."

"Say that again." Carlos said. You didn't have the same native language, so you assumed he just misunderstood.

You cleared your throat and started to speak. "I said, I don't get paid enough for-"

"No," he interrupted. "Not that part."

You looked at him, confused. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for-"

Carlos had a bad habit of interrupting, but his voice made you swoon, so you didn't mind. "Again."

You had a puzzled expression, and looked to Charles for context. He stood with his arms crossed and shrugged his shoulders, but the look on his face said he knew.

"I'm not your mommy or daddy." You looked at Carlos as you finished your final word. He swallowed harshly and adjusted his position on the couch.

You heard Charles clear his throat behind you. "Your voice sounds beautiful speaking any words, but that one in particular..." He stepped closer and brushed his fingertips against your already goosebump-covered forearm.

The contact made you jump, but he was right next to you to reassure you. "It's just me," he said in a low whisper. He left a few soft kisses on the slope of your neck. “You didn’t watch us on the podium," he breathed into your skin.

“I had work to do. Your fans were waiting.” You said.

“We were waiting.” Your heartbeat picked up, moving a few beats faster per minute.

“You had plenty of eyes on you. You didn’t need mine too.”

His hand moved from your arm to your hip. “What if I wanted them?” He pulled you in so your backside was nestled into his chest.

You turned slightly to get a glimpse of Charles face behind you. He kissed your lips, leaving a tingling sensation behind. “Well, now you got them.” You could watch Charles all night.

He scoffed in your ear, and the grin on his face was apparent in the sound.

His lips brushed the soft skin below your ear and you felt a tingle run down your spine.

It made sense. They didn’t want to leave, but they still wanted to celebrate.

Your eyes were focused forward on Carlos, whose hands rested on his muscular, spread legs. You felt the liquid courage of the champagne run through your body, wanting to jump right into Carlos' lap, despite all the words flowing into your ear from a different man. The energy in the room was unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. And you wanted to explore it.

You stepped forward, tugging on Charles’ grip, but he didn’t fight. You rested your hands on Carlos’ shoulders and moved to wrap your legs around his, but he stopped you. He quickly spun you around so you sat in his lap but faced Charles, falling comfortably into Carlos’ embrace.

While his hands once rested on his own thighs, you watched intently as they roamed yours. He gripped your legs and spread them wide open, bruises most definitely forming on the skin beneath his thumbs. A loud breath escaped your lips as he tugged at the flesh, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

Charles scoffed. “Eyes on me.”

You followed his orders, gazing at him through your long lashes. He flashed a devilish grin at you and slowly stepped closer, causing your blood pressure to rise. His tongue parted his lips and had you intensely staring at the movements.

Hands wandered your body, and you bit your lip in response. Carlos snaked his hands under your Ferrari polo and slowly lifted it off, leaving your feeling exposed and vulnerable. You covered up out of instinct, but your hands were pulled away quicker than you expected.

Your lacy bralette and jeans still shielded your body from the Ferrari boys, and you started to overthink even showing up in the first place until you heard the sweet sounds of Carlos’ voice in your ear. “You look so sexy on my lap like this.”

You blushed.

“She does,” Charles agreed. He leaned down to you, his face mere inches from yours and his hands resting on your knees.

You’d only ever been this close to the both of them when they embraced you in a celebratory group hug, but this was so much better. You felt Charles’ warm breath on your skin as he pressed his lips to your neck, slowly moving further down your body. You moaned and shifted slightly, earning a matching groan from Carlos. You felt him twitch under you, so you ground your hips into his lap. You couldn’t see his reaction, but the sounds were enough to send you spiraling.

Charles took the opportunity to slide your pants off quickly and create some friction where you needed it the most. The dexterity of his fingers drove you mad and he quickly pushed aside the fabric and slid one inside, working you better than you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Watching him on the top step of the podium, you could’ve never imagined he’d feel this way.

He created a rhythm with his movements and Carlos matched that rhythm by grinding you down onto himself.

You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure, and yelped when you felt the warm sensation of Charles’ tongue between your thighs. Carlos spread your legs open further, not allowing you to forget about him. Even if it wasn't his tongue lapping at you, he still needed to contribute to your pleasure in any way he could.

You would never forget about him or Charles after that night. You had always been drawn to them, and it seemed the feeling was absolutely reciprocated. It just took a 1-2 to figure it out.

Carlos peered over your shoulder for a peek at your body writhing under his grasp. He muttered “fuck,” when he saw Charles buried between your legs. Lifting you off of his lap swiftly with one arm, he used the other to rid himself of his clothing - the only barrier left between you and him.

Charles came up for air and took a step back to admire you, eyes searing every inch of your skin. He paid close attention to your reaction to Carlos’ touches, like time was moving in slow motion.

You moaned at the skin to skin contact as he lowered you down, overloading your sensations.

You rubbed your wet lips over his hard cock, rocking back and forth. The sweet sounds of your arousal filled the room you were trying your best to keep quiet in. There were so many other people around, and the only sound you heard was yourself.

He gripped your hips, guiding your motions and pressing his fingers firmly into your skin. As his tip teased your entrance with each glide of your bodies, you thought back to when you were last fucked. Instinctively, your hand drifted down your body as you prepared for how tight you were about to be for him.

You hissed as he lowered you down, stretching your walls just as you’d expected. “Fuck,” you muttered between heavy breaths. His hands guided you until you got your own pace and he was delighted to bring his attention elsewhere - your tits.

Carlos wasn’t a man of too many words, but the sounds he made were exquisite and music to your ears.

“Eyes here, darling,” Charles politely demanded of you again. You lifted your lashes to obey his command, remembering how badly he wanted you to watch him earlier.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies when you realized what was truly going on.

How were you going to show up to work tomorrow?

This wasn’t real.

Fuck, you thought, feeling Carlos hit deep inside of you. Charles began to step forward to continue his work until he suddenly stopped.

Everyone suddenly stopped.

A knock.

“Charles?” Another few knocks. “Carlos?”

You looked around as you heard the familiar man’s voice ring through your ears. Someone was looking for them. Your body shook as Carlos continued to hold you up, his arms weak from the shock, but his cock twitching inside of you.

“Uh,” Charles scrambled around. “One moment, I am changing.”

“People are asking for you! Hurry up!” The footsteps trailed off and you thought you were safe until you heard again. “Oh, and if you see Carlos, let him know we’re looking for him.”

The boys seemed flustered. More flustered than you’d seen them in a while. So you started to roll your hips without the aid of Carlos. His breathing increased, and slowly he started to draw out his breaths vocally. He was whimpering, almost powerless to your hips.

“Y/n,” he whined, but you continued.

You laughed as you felt him twitch inside of you, rocking your hips faster than before to finish him off good. You quickly slid off to get dressed before anyone else interrupted.

As you pulled your pants up your legs, a finger brushed the falling hair out from your eyes. The boy who ate your pussy and then watched you get fucked by his teammate. You wanted to know so badly what was on his mind. “We’re not done here.” He promised with a soft kiss on your cheek. You adjusted one of the buttons on your polo before turning around to see Carlos still in a hazy state. “I’ll see you tonight too, yeah?” You asked him. He smiled back.

You double checked your pants pocket for your cellphone before peering into the hallway and sneaking out to get back to work.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t done. After the boys went through all the formalities and you finished up your tasks for the night, you prepared for the party. Charles' eyes were on you during the entire after party.

You sipped on drinks and munched on appetizers with the others in the marketing department, filling conversations with the things they all had in common - marketing, and racing. Never wanting to talk about anything else.

You rolled your eyes and found an out through your almost empty glass, retreating to the bar. Ordering another round would help get through the boring analytics and graphics conversations you’d have to endure before getting to end your night the right way.

You reached for the newly prepared drink when you felt a supportive hand on your lower back. Charles. “Hey,” he said, lifting his brows and grinning in a reassuring way. You took notice of his gesture, but didn’t want to draw too much of your own attention to it, hoping to not attract the attention from others.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You,” he said, matter of factly. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at yourself for expecting anything different as an answer after your earlier adventures.

"Yeah?" You asked. "What about me?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "You and your incessant nature." He sighed again, but this time in frustration.

You squinted at him, confused. "Did I do something to upset you?" You looked behind you, wondering why his hand needed to be on you if you had made him angry or annoyed in any way.

"No, no," he reassured you.

A red-polo clad employee approached the two of you, interrupting his line of thought. "Congratulations, Charles." He said.

"Grazie," he smiled, giving the man a hug.

He looked over to you. "And great job today, y/n. Loved the posts."

You blushed at the compliment. "Oh, thank you."

He playfully shoved Charles shoulder. "Maybe you could teach Leclerc here a thing or two about Instagram."

You agreed with him and laughed as he walked off.

"Do you want to invite him back to your hotel room tonight too?" Charles snarked, turning back towards the bar.

"What?" You looked at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Are you not just inviting anyone back to your room tonight?"

"No?" Your jaw dropped and you smirked. "Is someone... jealous?"

He slammed his fist on the bar hard enough for you to jump but not enough for others to notice. "So what if I am? I just won a race and I watched you get fucked by the guy who finished p2." He ran his fingers through his hair. "And I've been hard thinking about you since. At this point, I don't even care if it's you or my own hand, I just need some relief. It's driving me insane."

You watched his confession, keeping a close eye on the way his lips moved. "As tempting as that sounds to watch..." The hairs on his forearm shoot up as you run your finger over the skin slowly, leaning down to his ear to whisper, "I really need a race winner to finish inside of me tonight."

He swallowed hard. Eyes straight forward. Thinking about your body and how it would look on top of him, not Carlos. Hoping, no - praying - you'd keep your promise.

And you kept your promise.

You had him under your grip, moaning at your touch and begging for more. He got more than he bargained for, but he felt incredible. The sun peeked out from behind the hotel curtains, pleading both of you to finally finish each other off and call it a night. But you loved to see him squirm. The way he sucked in fast when he thought he might cum, and the whiney mess you were left with when you pulled away right before he could get a taste of what he wanted, needed.

He thrusted into your throat, urging you to go deeper, and you pulled away. And he just sighed. Used to the games you played over the last hour. His expression picked up when you tossed your leg over his lap and straddled him, quickly sliding down onto his cock with ease.

The worn out look on his face turned to pure pleasure as you bounced on his lap. "Fuck," he breathed, "finally." He twirled his tongue around your nipple before pulling it between his teeth.

The sound of the hotel room door opening made you jump, but his hands quickly held you in place by your ass. "You're not going anywhere now." He didn't halt your motions, he merely changed them. You ground your hips into his and craned your neck around towards the door.

Carlos. You opened your mouth to utter his name, but Charles began thrusting hard into you. "Who is making you feel this good?" He whispered in your ear, diverting your attention and words back to the man under you. "Fuck, Charles." You fell limp into his chest and he pulled you down on top of him as you continued to move around him.

You gave your visitor the optimal view.

His footsteps were prominent as he made his way toward the edge of the bed.

Charles continued to thrust into you, but your pace slowed when you felt a cold finger graze your most sensitive skin.

"Don't let me interrupt," he chuckled. "There's enough of her to go around." His words made your head spin, but your stomach tightened at the reality when you heard the sound of his zipper.

His seeping head brushed a hole unfamiliar to both, but it wouldn't budge and you clenched at the feeling. He gripped your cheek in his hand. "That is what you want, right?" He asked. "Both of us, filling you?" As he squeezed your ass once more, his thumb slipped further than before, stiffening your spine and causing you to suck in a breath.

Charles opened his eyes at the sound and slowed his motions. "You okay?" He asked quietly, face to face with your pain-stricken face as you adjusted to the feeling. You nodded.

The discomfort turned to pleasure. And that pleasure turned to want. And when he pulled his finger out of your ass, it turned into need. You needed to feel both of them. It was what you had been waiting for. And tonight, the team's win, was the perfect occasion.

You knew what to expect. Charles held you and spoke those same reassurances you already knew. He held you as your cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure. And once the pleasure hit, you knew you wouldn't last long.

A euphoric wave washed over you like none you had ever felt before.

And as you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm, you experienced what you had been waiting so long for.

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other.

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I have so much love for her but she seriously needs to stop breaking my heart 🥲

Too young — DR

Author: tiktok gives me good ideas

Summary: in which she’s too young for him…

Warnings: angst, painhub, sorryy

Pairings: daniel ricciardo x horner!reader

“One day when you’ll be old enough I’ll let you hit on me.”

“Y/n, stop flirting with Daniel. He’s my driver and too old for you.” Christian Horner, also known as your father, would always complain about this. For at least one year that’s the only thing he’d tell you whenever you came around the paddock. You would roll your eyes and leave it, only to come back the following day to tease Daniel and see how long it would have been before he’d break. But Daniel could bend but never break. Some may say you were being ridiculous, embarrassing, inappropriate. But never once Daniel had told you to stop. All he did was trying to hide a smirk, watch your father kick you out of the Redbull building and wink at you as you turned around. If he had ever told you to stop it you would have. Last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable or at unease. Besides it wasn’t like you always were around for Daniel. But you didn’t think you had ever had an interaction where you didn’t make it obvious you liked him.

“Too young, kiddo. Maybe in a few years I’ll let you ask me out.” Daniel told you once, pressing a kiss to your temple and running towards his driver’s room. So many times you had thought of giving up, but it was in those times that he was the one to tease you. He’d rest his hand on your thigh as you spoke to him and Max during one of their breaks or kiss your cheek way too long for it to be a chaste kiss or let his eyes wander for a bit too long on one of your curves. You weren’t imagining things but he let your father believe so because he couldn’t lose his Redbull seat. At that time you were around your early twenty’s. He remembered very well those times of his. He didn’t want to deprive you of all the experiences you could go through at that age. That was one of the reasons why he let you go. He was almost thirty. He didn’t want to settle down just yet but even if he would have wanted to in a couple years, it would have meant you had to be ‘locked’ in a relationship with someone at a young age. If he asked you, you’d have done that most likely. But he didn’t want to put you in that position. He liked to think you’d have grown out of this phase, this crush and just live your best life.

“I’m leaving next year, sweetheart. But I’ll see you around the paddock anyway.” He had told you one night when you were waiting for your dad by his car. You laughed, thinking he was kidding. He smiled but he wasn’t joking. You didn’t think it would have affected you the way it did. You frowned as he explained more. But you didn’t want to hear it. He wasn’t just leaving Redbull, he was leaving also you. And maybe looking back at it now you’d think you were being ridiculous and childish but at that time it felt like a betrayal. Daniel didn’t think you’d take that so badly. He didn’t think you’d care that much about it and it flattered him. He forced himself to think it only flattered him but it wasn’t like that. As much as he attempted to hide it, he had developed more than friendly feelings for you. Maybe it was because he couldn’t have you. Maybe it was because of the way you’d look at him. Maybe it was because of all the shared memories. He didn’t exactly know why but he knew it was something more than he let everyone know.

“This is ridiculous, y/n. You’ve been ignoring me a whole week, all because of a childish behavior of yours. If you actually cared about me, you’d be happy nonetheless.” He bursted out after a week of having to go through a silence treatment. You were sitting by your dad’s office, reading through your notes. You briefly looked up at him. His words hurt you because Daniel had never been mad at you. Sometimes you’d piss him off but he had never gotten angry at you. You leaned back against your seat, looking at him. The Australian man felt guilty the minute those words came out of his mouth. He wasn’t the type of guy who’d lose his temper easily. He had a rather cheerful personality. Always smiling even when he was at his worst. But with you. In that moment. He couldn’t bear to live another second with you ignoring him. He struggled to admit that he hated whenever you wouldn’t be there to even just annoy him. And the fact that he knew you hated him now. He couldn’t stand that feeling.

“Glad you got that off your chest, Daniel.” You said before closing your notebook. He sighed as you left the room. It went on like that for at least another two weeks. You had stopped hanging around the paddock as much you used. Staying home instead of flying around with your father. It was weird not having you around as much but Christian didn’t ask you too many questions, having thought you were simply tired of constantly traveling around the world and wanting to focus on your studying more. But Daniel knew why. He knew and he wished he could change that. Maybe it was your pride. Maybe it was your dad. Maybe it was his job. But you parted away. You stopped laughing together, smiling at each other, cracking jokes, teasing each other. You drifted apart. At the end of the season he was going to leave. What was even the point anymore? Having some time off the paddock made you realize you were way too deep in this to think it was just a phase. You liked Daniel. A lot. You were tired of playing games, of fucking around. It was more than just teasing him or annoying your dad. It wasn’t a whim.

“Please come to the party. He won’t be part of the team next year and I don’t want you guys to end the year in bad terms.” Max begged you. You had grown closer to the dutch driver throughout his years at Redbull. He was the first to notice you genuinely liked Daniel. Everybody thought you were just bored and wanted to bother the Australian driver. But he could see by the way you looked at him it was more than a crush. He had seen you crying about him. He wasn’t happy to see his friend leave the team but he didn’t feel like he was on the verge of tears. He had seen you in the bathroom stall crying. You had never admitted it to him but he didn’t need you to. He knew already. Max didn’t want you to regret not having done something it could have helped make you feel better. So you went the party. It didn’t hurt as much to see him around and not speak to him. You would have always felt the urge to go up to him and just hang out like the old times but things felt different now. Both of you thought it was too late to try and fix what it had been broken. Days that turned into weeks and months had gone by. You were still the same but you were different.

“Max! C’mere, man! I’m going to miss you so much!” You didn’t even make it through the room filled with Redbull employees that Daniel was already hugging his future former teammate. Max laughed and hugged him back. You had seen them building a very strong friendship throughout the last years. You wouldn’t have been wrong if you said they had become brothers. You looked around, trying to focus on anything else but the good looking Australian man in front of you. He didn’t think you’d come but he hoped. He had worn his favorite shirt of his in hopes that you’d show up and maybe talk to him one last time. It was the beginning of Christmas break and you both knew you wouldn’t have seen each other until the following year and even that case scenario it was never going to be like this. He was going to be in another team. Far away but so close to you.

“Hey there. Glad you came, y/n.” His soft and welcoming smile didn’t fade away as he spoke to you. You forced a smile on your lips as you two exchanged a quick look. He always looked so good it was difficult for you to keep your usual stupid flirty comments to yourself. Especially after spending months telling him whatever went through your mind. But he didn’t want to hear it. He had never wanted to. In the time you had for yourself you had convinced yourself you were nothing more than a child to him. He had told you himself. Well, not that exactly. But wasn’t that the point? He had never seen you more than his boss’ daughter with whom he couldn’t mess around so he chose to never upset you by telling you he didn’t like you. It was the only thing that could make remotely be annoyed at him. Daniel didn’t know if it was appropriate to hug you or if a smile was enough. You looked so cold and distant. He hated how stubborn you had always been and now he hated it more than ever. Max had briefly been distracted by one of the engineers, leaving you two alone.

“Yea, Max promised me to take me out drinking Saturday.” Since when were you so close to Max anyway? Was the first thought that crossed Daniel’s mind. He was being irrational and stupid. You had always been friends, he was just used to being your favorite one. Were you going after him now? He almost shook his head as he tried to shake that thought out of his mind. No. You weren’t like that. You had never liked Max like that. Why would you start now? Nono. Don’t be stupid, Daniel. He thought to himself as he tried to get out of that headspace. He focused on how ravishing you appeared that night. But you always did. There wasn’t a time where you were less than beautiful to his eyes. If only he could tell you. His hands tickled, he felt the urge to touch you. He gulped, swallowing his primal needs.

“How’s it going here? A good ol’ get together, uh?” Max wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you closer. The last thing he wanted was to annoy Daniel. In fact, he wanted you to go back to what you were before. However that wasn’t what it looked like to Daniel. Every little touch now looked nothing like innocent acts. In his mind Max was trying to find any reason to be close to you and it caused Daniel to clench his jaw, like you were his property. He could already see you roll your eyes at him if he only tried to say anything as stupid as that. He tried to be rational. Max had a girlfriend and you were not interested in him. But did you still like him? Daniel couldn’t help but ask himself if those feelings— if he could call them so— for him were still there. If he asked you to kiss you, would you have let him? Because he could feel his lips dry and begging to touch yours. Your lipstick only exalted them more. He didn’t know where to look at this point.

“Sure… I’m going to drink something and say hi to my dad before he complains about me avoiding him. Excuse me.” You freed yourself of Max’s arm and walked past Daniel, brushing your arm against his. The dutch driver sighed in discontent. It was tougher than he thought. Daniel raised his brows, as a silent ‘told you’. You spotted your dad by the buffet, talking to some of the engineers. The last thing you wanted was to get drunk next to your father but did you have any other option? Max was going to be stuck by Daniel side the whole time and being anywhere close the Australian man wasn’t an option. You weren’t even angry at him anymore. But every time he spoke to you you just wanted to punch him and yell at him all the things you had never had the time nor will to say. There were a lot of unsaid things between the two of you and if by the end of the night neither of you would have grown a pair to tell them, then they would have forever stayed unsaid. New year, new life. Daniel was going to stay in the past where he belonged. You promised yourself you didn’t care but you always caught yourself— throughout the whole night — staring at him. Whenever you got distracted you’d always turn around to look for him, only to know he was okay. You thought it was pathetic but you were used to it now. One last night. You told yourself. Then he’s gone.

“Excuse me—“ your tipsy self made her way to the restroom. Luckily finding no line. Were the planets aligned for you for once? You could walk straight but sometimes you needed to focus to not let any inappropriate words roll off your tongue. You got inside one of the stalls without stumbling across anything. The troubles began when you walked out of it. Because by the sink, washing his hands there was him. Daniel was looking down at the water until he heard the door closing behind you. You gulped and not even bothered to fake a smile, going straight to wash your hands. He scoffed. He had some drinks himself, he wasn’t drunk though. Maybe if you looked back at that specific scene from the future you would have agreed on saying you were being childish but he was the one to start this anyway. The following few seconds were silent. Neither of you wanted to swallow their pride and make the first, until you went to dry your hands.

“Why do you gotta be so fucking annoying and stubborn?” He groaned. You gasped in disbelief. After months of silence that was the nicest thing he could say to you? You already missed the silent treatment. You rolled your eyes at his words. He was unbelievable. You couldn’t wait for him to leave. Maybe Pierre would have been nicer to hang out with.

“Wow, so classy… No wonder you can’t have a serious relationship. With an attitude like that not even your mom would date you.” Your words were filled with venom and your intention was to hurt him. He chuckled, getting in the way of the door as you tried to leave the restroom. You knew you were both going to say some hurtful things which you would have regretted in the morning but if he wanted to play that game, who were you to deny him of that? You took a step back, crossing your arms across your chest and raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to say anything.

“If I remember correctly you were begging me to be with you until last week, sweetie.” That was a low blow and he knew that too. Yet it didn’t stop the smirk from growing across his face. You gritted your teeth, not wanting to let him he had hit and sunk you. However you knew you could also hurt him just as much as he could hurt you. Two could play at that game and you were better than him at it. You wanted to wipe that smug off his face with a punch or a kiss. But you would have given him the satisfaction to see you break first. He looked pleased with himself.

"Yea, until I tried your teammate." he was now the one to clench his fists by his sides. He wondered if you knew about the jealousy he felt whenever he saw you and Max together. But what it was impossible because he had never told anyone. Was it possible that you knew him that well? Even after months of silence? He tried to convince himself you were unaware of his stupid jealousy and just attempted to hit him with anything that could piss him off. He knew just how good you were at annoying him. The Australian glared at you, not finding your joke remotely amusing but you didn't care because he had been the first to hurt you. Not just that day but also that night. When he told he was leaving you. You couldn't bring yourself to forgive him and you knew it was irrational, stupid, childish. But the thought of not seeing his smile first thing in the morning on most weekends after having the shittiest weeks of your life. It ruined your days. Although you had never taken it serious, neither of you, you wished you had. You treated the whole situation as a joke when it wasn’t, at least not to you.

“Why do you always have to act like this?” His tone wasn’t as harsh as it was earlier. He was tired. He sounded tired. This all situation was tiring, exhausting you two. The tension within the Redbull team was unbearable for you and Daniel so you stepped away. He stopped seeing you around the factory and as days went by he realized you weren’t coming back anymore. In a moment of desperation he even took into consideration renewing his contract with Redbull and trying to stay. But it wasn’t an option. His caramel eyes haunted yours, you had to look away but he wasn’t going to give up so soon and so easily.

“Like what?” Your tone was irritated and irritating. He was on the verge of exploding. You had been pushing all of his limits. He was having enough of your bratty behavior. He missed the sweet side of you, he missed the old times when you’d look up at him with adoring eyes. He was so scared of hurting you. You were made out of porcelain to him. He was always so graceful with you, afraid of breaking you. When did this all end? Was it really because he was leaving Redbull? Was it something else? Maybe. Or maybe not. He just knew he was done with this. With faking of not standing you when in reality all he wanted to do was be with you. But you were so young. You and Max were the same age and he couldn’t think about ruining those years for you.

“Like a bitch. I’m tired of this, y/n. Aren’t you? Of pretending like this is normal. This isn’t normal at all. We used to be so close, why are you so angry at me? I promise we’ll see each other again next year. I am not leaving you.” His tone had drastically changed into a desperate one. He sounded like he was going crazy. You were a bit taken back by his statement. You expected him to bite back but he suddenly let go and you almost lost your balance. He had said what you both had been asking yourselves this whole time. But was he really that blind? Did he genuinely not understand what the problem was? By the look on his face you could tell he was clueless. And maybe if you had drunk less you would have filtered your words more.

“Because I loved you, Daniel. But you didn’t. You never did and it hurt me. You just didn’t want to upset me because I’m your boss’ daughter. I really loved you and I wished you had just told me you didn’t care about me like that.” Your voice cracked as you finally admitted that out loud. It broke your heart even more to say that out loud. To admit to yourself for the first time ever that you were in love with him. Even if he wasn’t. You were slowly accepting the truth. As much as it hurt you to do so. Daniel was now the one a bit taken back. Clearly not expecting such an honest and blunt response from you. Silence filled in the restroom as you simply stared at each other. Daniel’s thoughts raced so fast through his mind that he struggled to understand them all. You couldn’t even believe you had just admitted your feelings not only to yourself but also to him. Suddenly the entire room felt like a chokehold and you needed to leave. Yet your feet were glued to the pavement.

“I didn’t know you felt like this…” Daniel wished he could explain the course of his thoughts easily but he didn’t understand them either. You gulped, feeling a rush of shame through your blood. You probably looked so stupid to him. He probably thought you were just a kid. It wasn’t fair that he got to play with you when he wanted to and now he could simply see you as a child. If you were a stupid teenager to his eyes, then why did he keep playing this game for so long? You had never begged him to like you back but so many times he showed you that he cared. Or so you thought. It was impossible for you to think straight or don’t let your emotions get the best of you. Especially when he stood there in silence. It caused your anxiety to increase.

“Forget about it.” You spat out trying to leave and finally managing to walk towards the door of the bathroom. A hand on your shoulder prevented you from taking one more step forward. You were ready to protest against it and try to free yourself of his grip but he pulled you closer to him, your chest hitting his hard and you almost tripped over. His scent inebriated your senses as you closed your eyes for a second and pretended everything was normal. Everything had gone back to normal and you were casually hugging each other like it used to happen a lot. But nothing was normal anymore. Not with him. Not with Daniel. The Australian man looked down at you with an enigmatic look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher.

“Nono wait…” he tried to stop you. He needed a moment. To think. To elaborate your words. To understand. But you were tiring of waiting. You had been waiting for him this whole time. For years now. Daniel had known you since you were twenty years old and now you were close to your twenty-three. It had been three years. What was left worth of waiting for? Nothing. Although it broke you heart to see him leaving part of you knew that it was probably the best decision for you. For the both of you.

“Say I’m wrong. Say I don’t get it. Say I am too young for you. I dare you, Daniel.” You stepped closer your face inches away from yours. He could see the fire inside of your eyes that lightened them up even more. You were so much to handle. You were hot and cold, water and fire, black and white. You were all and nothing at once. But he didn’t care. He never did. He could handle you. He wanted to handle you. He wanted you. But there were always so many but’s and what if’s. But you were Christian’s daughter. But you were young. But he was too old. But it was too late. What if it didn’t work out. What if it ended badly. What if it wasn’t like you thought it would. But what if love wasn’t enough. So many questions and so few answers. He couldn’t risk his chances like this. Not because of him but because of you. The last thing he wished was to break your heart like he had done in the past with others. Like he had just done to you too. Both of his hands came to rest on your cheeks as his features softened, his forehead resting against yours. You sighed. The anger that fueled your body now vanishing from your system as you let go. Let go of that rage. Wrath. Spite. You were so drained. So sick of this. Of being angry all the time.

“You’re the best thing that could ever happen to a man like me, y/n…” he mumbled out, his eyes closed. Those words hit your heart so deeply. You hated him because you knew you would’ve never been able to get them out of your head. You wished he didn’t have such a strong hold on you. When it came Daniel your brain stopped functioning. You were so irrational, stupid, naive. When he smiled at you, when his hands touched you, when his lips kissed your cheek, when his cologne hit your nostrils. You were so fucked for him. Letting him to whatever he wanted to you.

“Then why are you leaving me, Daniel? I love you…” you sobbed as your heart felt like it was being torn into pieces. A remorseful smile on his lips as his eyes looked into yours again. He had hurt you just in the way he didn’t want to. He was so scared of being with you and its effects on you that he had actually done last thing he wanted to do to you: hurt you. He could read it in your eyes that you meant every little word that you said. You weren’t stupid. You weren’t a kid. You weren’t superficial. You were so much more than daddy’s money or stupid flirty jokes. You were funny, loving, sweet, amiable, cute, determined, ambitious, genuine, precious. Yet you were everything he couldn’t have. As tears streamed down your cheeks, you tried not to make any noise to not make yourself look even more pathetic. If anyone had told you months ago this was how it was going to end you would have never let him get so close to you.

“Cause you’re so young, baby… You have the best years of your life ahead of you and I can’t take them from you. Maybe one day, when you’ll be old enough our paths will cross again…” he tried to smile but it looked so forced. You scoffed, attempting to pull away. But his grip only tightened around you as he pulled you into a hug. You let your sobs get the best of you and started crying. In that moment you didn’t care if you looked like a fool, you were hurting. The kind of pain no one warns you about. The kind of pain you never want to experience ever in your life. The kind of pain that takes you breath away. The kind of pain that consumes your entire being. It leaves you breathless. Daniel pressed a few kisses onto your temple as he looked ahead, his eyes getting watery. He wasn’t doing any better than you. To let you go was one of the hardest thing he had had to do in the last year. But he loved you too much to be selfish. To steal your best years from you. He couldn’t do that because he couldn’t bear to live the rest of his life knowing you despised him. He had to do what was best for you.

“Will you wait for me?” You asked him looking up from his chest. You looked so scared, sad, broken. He gulped, feeling like he was about to break down as well but he needed to hold it together because he couldn’t be selfish with you. Not when you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. He was lucky enough to have had you in his life. He couldn’t destroy beautiful things like you. He needed to keep you safe. A soft and genuine smile made its way on his lips as he stared down at you lovingly. He could never be grateful enough to have met you on that rainy day by the Redbull factory. He should have know it was going to be the beginning of something amazing.

“Always, baby.”

A few more reasons why Eddie Munson is spouse material

He's a sailor

Comes up with the most adorable pet names for you

Your own personal cheerleader

Does the instruction reading heavy lifting when it's game night

Easily manipulated Capable of changing his mind

Pest Control

An Electrician and great at communication (as long as it's just S.O.S)

Always a gentleman

Foodie

Laughs at all your jokes

hey! any f1 fanfic blog recs??

Thanks for the question i just want to say that there are so many talented writers out there and I sadly can't name them all so I will just settle for the ones I read the most. this has no particular order. and a lot of them have nsfw content so pls be aware

@theringers – everything she writes is just a masterpiece .. you don't want me to get started on how much i love her writings we are going to be her for a long time. such a lovely person and she is about to release a book if this doesn't show her talent then i don't know. also really love her frat boy au series

@seasidetom – so. many. beautiful. story's. - i love them all

@welld0nebaku – so much talent in one person pls just go and check her out nothing more to say + bonus for joe burrow

@enchantestuff – probably one of the sweetest people on earth and so incredibly talented. her daniel fics are giving me life ❤️

@yungbludz – oh my .. everything she writes is good and trust me she has a lot of stuff you are going to love it but be aware she might break you heart she definitely broke mine a lot but in a good way. she is also very nice to talk to.

@windrush-child – if you love lewis rush to her blog. the this ain't ordinary life series is pure gold.

@imthebadguyyy – also one for the lewis fans but has a lot of work for others too I have to say a max fic made me fall in love with her. She has some of my favourite works

@jamminvroomvroom – her aren't I supposed to be happy now? series is so good. i have to catch up a bit there but you guys really need to read it .. it's worth it.

@luvth0t – very hot things you can find over there trust me

@keepy-uppy – also some very hot work + bonus for the nhl and soccer guys

@fandomtravels – i just really love the bts of dating … series it's honestly so cute.

@Canucks: Hughes x 2️⃣