#Dan Ticktum x reader

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Tired

Jealousy

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Jealousy D.T

Set during the 2020 f2 season at Silverstone

“You think I don’t notice?” Dan asked aloud, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the pair. The young man’s question was short and direct, and the thoughts that had accompanied the query had caused his knuckles to turn white with how harsh his grip on the steering wheel became. Tilting her head slightly in confusion the y/h/c girl turned to face the Driver, watching the world pass by had been a good distraction in the silence but Y/N knew she couldn’t pretend to have not heard the question. “Notice what?” Y/N asked slowly raking her y/e/c orbs over her boyfriends tense frame. “You and him” Dan replied plainly, somewhat thankful that he’d insisted on driving the dull flame of jealousy begging to burn brightly but he knew if he gave in the flame would take over and burn anything it came in contact with to the ground. “I like the lipstick but not if it was for him.” Dan added coolly, gritting his teeth when he heard Y/N sigh heavily. 

“It’s just chapstick Dan…” the y/h/c girl mumbled defensively, a jealous Dan could be handled in one of two ways and the most common option wasn’t on the table due to them currently being in the dark BMW in broad daylight. “I assume we’re talking about Schumacher?” the y/s/c girl questioned the Brit sternly. Mick had become a great friend to Y/N and it was rare for her to be able to get time to see him in person due to the f2 calendar and the fact that during the off season Dan even more rarely left her side. “So you admit it then!” the honey brown haired man scowled. Dan Ticktum was renowned for having a somewhat short fuse but usually his irritation wouldn’t be aimed towards the y/h/c girl and Y/N was damned if she’d allow it to start now. “For fuck sake Dan he’s just a friend!” Y/N retaliated the lingering aggression from the British Driver beginning to seep into her pores. The man scoffed his knuckles once again pressing up against the ghostly pale skin “The way we were just friends?”. 

Running a y/s/c hand over her face in frustration Y/N turned silent, trying to navigate a defence for something she didn’t do after a day at the track wasn’t easy and it was made even harder by Dan jumping down her throat every five seconds. “Pull over.” the younger girl said quietly, once again turning her attention to the suburbia currently passing by. “What?” Dan replied hesitantly his tone was stiff but cracks of sadness and regret were starting to show. “You heard me Daniel pull over. I'm not staying in a car with you like this.”

Finding a safe spot to pull over had been easy, too easy for the man’s liking. A part of him was hoping that Y/N was just joking. It would have been terrible timing but still he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her familiar teasing laughter to fill the air. Putting the vehicle in park Dan tapped his pale fingers on the steering wheel the awkward silence he had created was now uncomfortable. “Please don’t leave, let's just get home yeah?”  The young man pleaded, reaching over the centre console to try and retrieve the girl's hand. Dan had always joked that their hands fit together perfectly but right now Y/N wouldn’t even let him touch a finger. “Y/N/N please” Dan whined sorrowfully yet again reaching out for the girl's hand. “I’m sorry I was jealous it won't happen again.” Dan mumbled his voice cracking under the weight of guilt and regret, He knew he’d fucked up, he’d hurt Y/N with his accusations. “I can’t do this possessive thing anymore Daniel, it's toxic.” the y/h/c girl replied carefully attempting to put as much distance between the pair as humanly possible. “God I was so stupid. Naïve to think you’d change after last time.” Y/N added barely above a whisper as she berated herself harshly. 

Jealousy had been like a mould on their relationship every time Y/N thought they’d dealt with it another harsh winter would arrive and the speckles of damp would return. “I don’t even get what Mick has that you envy? Is it his name? Because Mick didn’t get a choice in that?” The y/h/c girl ranted her breath shaky as she could feel the oncoming tears. “He has you in a way I never could..” Dan interrupted pitifully, nibbling on his bottom lip anxiously. Dan didn’t like being vulnerable, he hated it even more so in front of Y/N it was an unfortunate combination of his environment and his friends. His mate’s were very masculine in a way only British men could be. They were the lads. And the anxiety of having the piss taken out of him had caused Dan to fear being vulnerable and intimate with that part of himself. “He’s my friend Dan. He’s not the one I go home to at night, I don’t wear his hoodies, I don’t drag myself to different circuits all year for him. I do that for you because I love you.” Y/N stated firmly her usually bright y/e/c orbs focusing intensely on the young man’s face. “I love you Ticktum.” Y/N reiterated enunciating each word gently, inching closer to the Driver running a soothing hand along his still tensed arm. Cuddling precariously into the y/h girl’s soft side Dan sighed deeply. Those three words were more reassuring than Y/N would ever understand. Those three simple words removed the bricks of stress and envy from his shoulders. “I love you Y/N/N I’m sorry.” Dan whispered into the girl's neck her familiar calming scent easing his rigid limbs. “I know Dan.” the y/h/c girl acknowledged softly, delicately brushing the young man’s hair as they just held each other. 

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Tired D.T

Wincing as yet another scream flooded the apartment Y/N sighed heavily her usually bright y/e/c orbs full of sleep. Her limbs begged for the comfort of her bed just the thought of the soft white sheets practically rendering her unconscious but her body couldn’t do another restless night on the sofa. When Y/N had agreed to move into her boyfriend's place; she'd expected to be able to see him more. To have more time to relax just the two of them before he left for yet another race weekend. But not instead she often found herself camping in the living room as Dan played his video games and screamed the house down. 

Knocking tentatively on the door the y/h/c woman groaned as yet again she was ignored the only response, a rather harsh insult about someone’s mum. Sluggishly opening the door Y/N frowned at the harsh light shining from Dan’s setup. “Dan I’m going to bed” Y/N stated, still standing at the door not wanting the chat to see her tired body donned in an old pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie she’d stolen from the male on one of their earlier dates. Not looking up from his game Dan nodded, sending a weak wave in his girlfriend's general direction. ”Ok  see you in the morning babe!” 

“No Dan, I'm going to bed now and I’m going to sleep in my own bed.” the y/h/c girl's responded running a hand over her face frustration growing. Signing out of his match Dan frowned, his stern expression slipping slightly at the sight of the exhausted girl he was lucky to call his. “Five more minutes?” He asked fiddling with his headphones the can of monster he’d previously gulped down causing him to twitch slightly. As soon as he’d asked, the Brit wanted to kick himself. “At least come say goodnight to Chat?” the brunette racer pleaded. Y/N shook her head violently, the dull thud in her head now full of pulsating pain, gesturing to herself Y/N declined the invite. Spinning to face his PC Dan chuckled at the stream of requests to see the girl. “Sorry chat Y/N/N says no  because she’s in her pyjamas… She looks fucking adorable though.” Dan teased, already slightly recoiling at the playful smack he knows he’ll now receive. “I’ll be back on tomorrow.” Dan stated before once again looking off screen at his girlfriend, a cheeky smirk finding its way onto his artificially lit face. “Or maybe not…” 

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Current Drivers

Clément Novalak

Arthur Leclerc

Dennis Hauger

Past Drivers

Robert Schwartzman 

Dan Ticktum

Logan Sargeant

Marcus Armstrong