#daniel is also semi in love with everyone

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"short and easier to read" babe I am so sorry to you and everyone else for how my insane posts come out - it's why I link to so much stuff bc it is a struggleee for me to not write just run-on sentences ;__; but I do get what you mean and I promise I tried my best - it's def shorter than the og and in smaller bites if that helps ??

(I actually wrote this on someone else's laptop so it's got proper punctuation and capitalization and everything!)

For those who don’t know: Oscar is an acts of service guy Lando is a words of affirmation guy. Let’s remember that someone’s love language is how they choose to express themselves, not what they should demand of others!

Oscar is also very much not a PR guy, for anyone totally oblivious to the obvious (and that all his "greatest hits" in PR were done unintentionally or bc he's awkward or bc his mom is cooler than him). For example, Oscar brings up his girlfriend of 4-5 years a fair amount but it’s almost hilariously not gushy or romantic (having a “cuddle” is as far as it goes lasfgjlsagfl). But he’s said himself that for the most part he’d prefer not to have too much private life available to the public. *His downtime with Lando joins in with all his other social life in being extremely limited to the public. 

The “thanking the sponsors” thing is one of Oscar’s safe, approved speeches he pulled from Andrea so that Oscar doesn’t have to do spontaneous on-camera speaking. Sorry but not all of us are good at it and it’s wayyyy easier to just have some rehearsed pre-approved soundbites. He tends to have a few that he repeats for a while until he updates the list lsafjslafhlafh.

He also very openly struggles to do on-camera speaking and no one knows that better than Lando who’s had to help him a huge amount. 

It does seem to be mostly cameras that make him stressed bc he was fine thanking Lando for his help in Baku at the fan stage in Singapore and overall he can use more of his dry humor when he's speaking to people rather than just to a camera. 

Lando’s recent inclusion of Oscar in his media responses to this degree is a reaction to Hungary and Monza - normally, his post race responses focus on himself and his own performance (which is literally normal and the default for drivers!!). The recent emphasis on teamwork/Oscar is something he feels he needs to do with his own PR work right now. He’s a smart man who’s been doing this a long time, so his reasons are valid no matter what fans think. He’s not sitting there working out or analyzing Oscar’s PR, just his own. 

People are absolutely running away with themselves over Monza and ignoring that apart from that one moment, Oscar is widely popularly seen as the supportive teammate role. To the point where last year and even part of this year, Lando was criticized by a lot of fans for not acknowledging Oscar enough.

Going off of that, let’s show how easy it is to take PR and media to make one of them look bad by turning it around onto Lando (!! this is for an example, I do NOT endorse hating on Lando for any of it !!)

Lando openly disliked being referred to as the “older teammate” and kinda left Oscar to his own devices so much last season that Oscar wouldn’t know where he was going a lot of the time and even semi-joked “my teammate’s abandoned me” (again, reminder this was not a source of drama for anyone but fans). He got called a little duckling a lot bc he’d tail Lando closely so as not to lose him. In fact it started irking some people that Lando would spend so much time with Carlos or Daniel and not getting to know his new teammate and helping him out with his rookie season of F1 the way Carlos did for Lando.

In every team photo where Lando has had a podium and Oscar has had nothing (and sometimes due at least in part to team orders!) which is very often! the comments sections have always had plenty of ‘Oscar is such a great team player, always happy and showing up for Lando no matter what’. So the whole ‘Oscar doesn’t do enough for Lando’ narrative is extremely recent and at odds with the rest of reality.

Please read the very first part of my enormous full post bc Lando didn’t thank Oscar for his Miami win, he praised his driving.

Even though at Silverstone this year Lando got on the podium and Oscar didn’t, Oscar made the fan stage all about bringing Lando out of his disappointment and even said he did the shoey “to make us feel better” and then dedicated the top row of his IG that week to photos and videos of him and Lando. Special note that this is in no way Oscar’s home race and he was solely seeing it as emotional for Lando and McLaren - and he had zero reason to personally be very happy after that weekend.

I’ve seen Melbourne this year get mentioned in the team orders discussions on my fyps, so that’s a handy example in many ways: Despite Melbourne being Oscar’s literal hometown race - and Lando even filming some Quadrant stuff at Oscar’s childhood karting track where a corner is named after him* - this year Lando didn’t acknowledge Oscar really at all over the weekend until someone mentioned him at the end of the podium press conference. Lando acknowledged that Oscar following team orders made his (Lando’s) drive a bit easier in Melbourne this year but said that he was faster than Oscar and deserved third over him anyway. (Good contrast to Hungary and even Carlos stating that something an undercut due to pit strategy shouldn’t erase one teammate being faster/more dominant in a race in order to give the other teammate the win!) He did PR work with pretty much everyone except Oscar actually, even doing promo for his (Lando’s) dad’s electric scooters on the new dotmov acc. Kind of like him being on a similar PR campaign at Singapore this year because of a sneak preview of Quadrant rebranding and announcing the Landostand at Silverstone  - he went for the biggest PR hits and posted Daniel on his jpg account, did a golf day with Carlos and Max F and was more active on socials than he had been for months. All while only having Oscar in one photo out of the whole weekend’s carousel despite the McLaren double podium. You could even read into him cutting Oscar and Oscar’s trophy out of two of the shots if you wanted! (He did include Oscar in the big group photo after the podium celebrations.)

*I saw some ppl say he didn't include Oscar in the Melbourne karting filming bc McLaren doesn't cross over with Quadrant, which isn't true. Zak has shares in Quadrant and Bianca has been included in the Quadrant rebranding launch with Lando's Singapore helmet design.

See how easy that was to flip it around?? If you’re even slightly biased against a driver or never see flaws in another- or are dying for two teammates to hate each other - then confirmation bias will always find plenty of “evidence”! Because the reality is that after the Austin GP, Lando found his “older teammate” mode and began helping Oscar out with his rookie year. In Melbourne, Lando spent his first day filming for his .mov account including the Oscar jersey and merch he came across - and Oscar mentioned how he and Lando talked about Lando filming at his old track. (Again, not PR coordinated or filmed, just mentioned!) And that after the Singapore race this year, they beamed at each other every other second of that night, filmed a deliriously happy post race video and joked in the cool down room - I honestly doubt have even noticed yet what the other has posted to IG salfhsalfafa. All of the negativity fans are coming up with is their own personal spin and does not resemble how Lando and Oscar are behaving to or speaking about each other.

They base their relationship on their conversations and interactions solely away from the public and the cameras and don’t do any inflammatory commentary about each other. They bragged about the door in the team hub that separates their drivers rooms from everyone else and leaves them open only to each other. Their communications only matter to each other when in private.

Segueing on from that: media and social media are literally PR. Lando is extremely skilled at it now and Oscar is not at all naturally skilled and is still learning. Lando is quick to be able to adapt his media responses, Oscar is not and often sounds stilted and uncomfortable. But it still has nothing to do with how they think of each other and talk to each other personally.

And “Landoscar” has never had the typical PR bromance aspect that we all love in other teammates, and it never will. Lando and Oscar mention but don’t broadcast or package their downtime together and they don’t share their private dynamic with fans or the media apart from the glimpses we see in more relaxed content. It’s just their choice! And just like it doesn’t mean Lando and Oscar are less friends because they don’t PR their relationship, it doesn’t mean the friendships who do utilize PR are less friends! 

And tbh that’s a good note to leave on: that seeing two drivers with no PR to gain from openly liking and respecting each other should mean that we as fans place less importance on the PR responses they give to media and put on social media. So many people want them to hate each other (Netflix even begging them outright) and rivalries get far more headlines and fan engagement, that if these two didn’t like each other or even were blah about each other, they wouldn’t waste time trying to fake it (side note ppl actually thought this joke was deadly serious for a short while). F1 isn’t team sports, no one really cares if drivers or teams appear “friendly” unless they’re desperate for money/engagement to keep them afloat (even there, Alpine prove it clearly isn’t a priority to have friendly teammates when you’re lower down the grid!)

There is absolutely nothing to be gained for them in faking the smiles and laughter and twinning. Equally there’s nothing to be gained by us as fans in judging them and their relationship based on their PR responses and PR work. Lando beams and smiles the same at Oscar after all of Oscar’s awkward, stiff debrief speeches and I kind of want one of these crazy stans to say to him that Oscar is a bad team player and doesn’t show Lando enough appreciation just to watch what his adorable face does in response (don’t do that I’m joking).

[hideousvampire]

will you ever post more of your lawrusso mail au 😖😖 (the ace and macduff)

yes RIGHT NOW

the other one

daniel is not crazy trust me

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dirty laundry ༄ dave york one shot (18+)

-> pairing: dark dave york x female reader

-> word count: 2.8k

-> summary: it’s a hot august week at the york’s lake house, which also happens to be the week you and your husband got married one year ago. your father in law — dave york — finds you changing in the laundry room and decides to give you a celebration of his own.

-> warnings/tags: father-in-law dave york, infidelity, dubcon, NON-CON, age gap (reader is 21, dave is nearing 50), SMUT 18+, heavy degradation(whore, slut, bitch), humiliation, dumbification, unprotected piv, sir kink, rough face-fucking, forced creampie, talk of pregnancy, reader is under the impression that she endures forced impregnation, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, semi naive reader, dave is not a cutesy nice man in this.. he honestly has no concern for readers feelings or pleasure. so please, if themes like dubious consent + non-con + blatant cheating are not ur forte, protect ur peace and scroll away!!

-> a/n: okay okay hiiiii. when i decided to participate in @hellishjoel ‘s #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i had a few ideas in mind. one happened to be this! but i felt more comfortable writing for joel and was confident in what i had planned. basically, this is opposite of that. no fluff or happy ending.. or even happy anything. so i wanted to share! thanks again kylee for letting me participate <3 and thank you to my beloved dearest @sweetpascal for aiding me yet again, i love u 🤍

let me know your thoughts!

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A huge part of growth, means acknowledging your mistakes.

When you failed your first semester of college, you knew it was from lack of trying and partying six days a week. So, you studied more and partied four days a week instead. When you slammed your brand new Mercedes into a flag pole, you knew it was from scrolling on Instagram which caused you to push accelerate rather than stop. So, you never went on your phone while driving again.

When you fell in love your sophomore year and decided to get married at twenty, you knew it was because you needed the well-off grad school bachelor, Daniel York. So, inadvertently, you settled. Now, a year later, you're sobbing in his family’s lake house bathroom because he somehow forgot that tonight was the eve of your wedding anniversary.

You feel like a complete and utter idiot. And for once in your life, you just might be. Staring at your reflection, you examine your appearance. You look effortlessly amazing today, after spending the day out on the boat. Hair, body and face all faintly sun-kissed. Your skin freshly shaved, legs and arms lathered in your favorite oil.

This was your final attempt to see if Daniel would stare at you with the same look of admiration he had so long ago. Your first attempt to ask him about starting your own family. Tonight was the night, and you were determined.

Briefly peeking out of the guest bathroom and down the hall, you decide you can rush into the laundry room only a few doors down. Everyone should seemly be downstairs, finishing up a game of Monopoly. You had the pleasure of winning two games in a row, pissing of the frightfully competitive York family. That’s when you decided to call it a night and head up to get ready for bed — bidding everyone a goodbye as you kissed your husband atop his head.

Wrapping your robe securely around your waist, you make your way towards the closed door and enter just as the dryer sings the most obnoxious 45 second tune that confirms the load is finished. Rich people shit, you mutter to yourself. Grabbing your bikini and sundress to hang up first, then laying out a sheer white silk sleeping dress with baby blue lace trim.

Looking back at the closed door, you conclude you should be fine to just throw it on before laying yourself out on your shared bed. Ready for your husband to see you so open and willing to be used by him. As your robe falls to your feet, a slight creek fills the silent space.

Whipping your head back and grabbing the nearest towel to cover yourself, you're met with an alluring glare from your husbands own dad. Your father-in-law, Dave York.

"Dave wha- what are you doing?" You question with a panic laced tone. Completely thrown off by the way he's leaning against the now locked door, hands in his wrinkle-free perfectly fitted black work slacks. His lack of response is louder than the faint trickle from the utility sink your bare-ass is pressed against.

Dave saunters over to you, his pristinely polished shoes clinking heavily with every step despite the minimal weight he's using. It's a commanding presence, shows how he doesn't have to storm over to establish authority. His handsome body towers over you and the faint hairs on your spine rapidly rise at the feeling of his warmth nearing your own naked body. Aside from the small washcloth that covers your crotch and arm across your heavy tits.

His veiny calloused wedding ring-wearing hand reaches next to you, finding the lace on your nightgown satisfyingly soft.

"Look at this, angel. Did you plan on wearing it for my inconsiderate son?" He remarks, looking into your wide eyes as his fingers continue to twist and feel at a piece of clothing that is filling you with an overbearing amount of embarrassment.

"I d- you weren't supposed to see that." The nervous confession brings a crooked grin to Dave's face.

"It's real pretty, just like you. Sexy even.... but I wouldn't waste my time putting something like this on for Daniel." Shaking his head at your frazzled state and utilizing that dismissive tone he does so well.

"W-why?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at your innocent unknowing voice, Dave reaches a hand to slowly move your arm that's covering your plush chest. "Because, he left 10 minutes ago. Waved bye to me as I pulled into the driveway."

Now you're really fucking confused. Your husband never goes off without texting you to let you know, and why would he leave you alone at his parents home? Especially on the night prior to your anniversary.

"I don't understand. Did he tell you where he was going?" You probe at him, not processing the way his rough fingertips are skimming over your navel, up across your chest. Suddenly, you yelp as he pinches your pebbled nipple and grips under your adjacent perky breast. Your hand quickly grabs at his wrist, but he slaps it away — holding it at your waist.

"You really have nothing going on in that head of yours, huh? Just floating around being the perfect little wife for my son, is that right? Too stupid and blind to see that your husband cheats on you every living moment and only married you because you're nothing more than a sweet voice who’s gentle on the eyes." His painful out-of-pocket words paired with the twisting of your nipples has heavy tears brimming at your lashes. "Kind of him to make sure you're gentle on his old mans eyes too.... we always did share a type."

"Fuck you," you spit at him. You've never dared be rude to Dave, or anyone for that matter. But his condescending temper, sudden violations to your privacy paired with the already upsetting feelings you've been enduring today was a breaking point. As you rip your hand from his grasp prepared to rush out of the room, he grabs your throat in a vice grip. Landing a brutal smack on your cheek that causes your head to turn from the impact, just for him to use that same hand to yank your hair back to a straight position. Body now pressed against your own — you feel the washcloth protecting your femininity drop at your bare feet in terror.

"Hmm. Never heard you cuss before, sweetheart. Thought I taught my son to train his wife better than that."

A heavy tear streams down your now red swollen cheek, as you take in the hurtful message your father in law is clarifying. You're nothing but a piece of fuck meat, a trophy wife. But clearly not honored enough for your husband to use you. Humiliatingly, the way Dave's clothed body is up against your own, has your exposed cunt throbbing and leaking down your legs for him. You were good enough for Dave York, and that was an honor within itself.

"'M sorry," you murmur at the feel of his covered thigh spreading your leg and nudging into your soaked pussy.

Dave chuckles at your nearly cock drunk state, "haven't even touched you and your leaking on my dress pants. No wonder he keeps you around, you're just a perfect little slut willing to please."

"Y- yeaah," you sigh lightly humping his thigh, even though Dave didn't even ask a question. Something within you just wanted him to understand your body was his to use, despite both your sacred dedications to other partners. People so close to you. His son, your husband. Your mother-in-law, his wife.

He swiftly moves his thigh from between your legs, pinching your cheeks so they're puckered willing you to look at him with those glossed over doe-eyes he fucking leaks over. "Use that head and address me properly."

Your head swarms for a second, worried of his reaction to an incorrect title. Testing the waters, you whine, "yes, sir." The words muffled by the tight hold he has on your face.

With a sinister grin on his face, Dave pushes you down on the solid tile — hand still threaded through your hair to ensure your head movement is in his control.

"Look at that, your brain does work. Let's see about that mouth."

Yanking the zipper down, he pulls his semi-hard cock out and slaps it on your cheek, precum smearing slightly. As you eye his cock, you come to the realization that he's slightly bigger than his son at half mast, and you're gonna have to calm yourself to handle a monster like that.

"Are you gonna show me how good you take a cock down your throat? With those dick-sucking porn worthy lips?" Dave peers down at you. He has started to jerk himself to full length, his thumbs barely touching around his width.

"Yes, sir. I am."

The way your eyelids flutter up at him, so docile and unaware of just how vicious Dave intends to be on your needy body. It unlocks that fundamental primal male urge that he normally suppresses during sex.

"Open your mouth, bitch." As your tongue lolls out of your mouth obediently, a dribble of spit going down your chin to your neck to your tits gleams in the soft light. Dave grins as he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, touching at your sensitive uvula. You instantly attempt suppressing your rare gag reflex, body unprepared for his actions. "Nice job, knew you were meant to have your mouth filled."

Dave rips his fingers from you and smears the thick string of saliva across your face — slapping you across the face, rather gentle than before. As he grabs his cock and lines it up with your mouth, you inhale deeply. Seemly more aware of how Dave likes to be. Callous, straight-forward and dominant.

Before you can suck him into your mouth, Dave spits right on his cock — some of it landing on your moisturized lips — just to slam himself down your throat. Your eyes spring open looking up at him, polished hands gripping at his slack-covered thighs. You feel your left over slick on his right pant leg. The taste of his long day is heavy on your tongue as his balls nuzzle at your chin. You're overwhelmed with his scent. The hair at the base of his cock tickles your nose, stud piercing almost getting caught.

"Riiiight there, that's fucking it. What a real fucking whore."

Dave lets his head fall backwards, eyes on the ceiling as he feels you sputter around him, your spit dripping heavily down his balls and onto the tile between his legs. He's unsure on how long he looks upwards, until he feels the digging of your fingertips into him. When he looks down, your eyes are bulging — about to roll into the back of your skull. So he pulls off of you.

Your belligerent cough is almost too loud for comfort, so Dave jerks his cock and plops his full balls into your mouth. And like the eager girl you are, you suck them into your mouth. Licking at the seam between them, letting them bounce off of your tongue. You lick downwards, tonguing at his delicate perineum. That small but dirty act makes him groan loudly. Loud enough for someone on the second floor to hear.

Realizing he's getting too comfortable, he goes back to filling your mouth. Alternating between shallow fucking of the throat and just letting it bulge inside. His big hands wrapping around your neck to jerk himself through the thin hump of protruding skin.

When he hears the shrewd screech of his name from the mouth of his wife downstairs, he pulls out swiftly and yanks you up, hoisting your leg onto the counter. Prodding his cock head at your now unbelievably soaked entrance.

Your mind is hazy and disorientated concerning what's about to happen. You feel like you've barely had any time to process the fact that your father in law is treating you like a common street whore. So, when he pushes into you, a wailing shriek escapes you.

Dave slaps his heavy hand around your mouth from behind, pushing in balls deep but not before releasing a moan of his own.

"Better shut that mouth before I stuff something in there... good god. How is that cunt so damn tight? You're snug around me, guess you're not a slut after all. Tight pussy but loose throat, just how I like it."

Dave proceeds with his relentless thrusts into your aching cunt. You don't remember the last time you were filled so thoroughly. It makes you forget how fucked up this situation truthfully is.

As Dave's cock is slamming into your cervix over and over, you feel your lower stomach tightening. He feels it too. Dave has been holding in his orgasm since you first fell to your knees and gave him those fuck toy eyes. So before you can cum all over him, he grabs you by the neck from the front and puts your ear right by his mouth so he can relay his special message.

"My son told me you've been begging him for a baby... how sweet. You just wanna be a mama, huh? Or maybe, you think having one will fix your relationship. Just reminds me how stupid you are. If a kid could save a marriage, my wife and I would've been happy ever since she pushed that little shit out. But, I'm gonna make it even better for you, sweetheart...."

Dave pushes to the hilt as you cum around him, whimpering behind his hand. Eager to hear his words, simultaneously terrified.

"Gonna cum inside and get you pregnant myself."

You scream into his hand, trying to push him away from you, trying to get yourself away from his spearing cock. All your effort does is push him in deeper, your body going lax at how stuffed you are.

"Don't fight me, angel. Just take it..." You feel his warm cum spilling into you, your body quivering. "Good... so good. I already feel your body sucking up my cum.. eager for it. Eager to be round with your father in law's baby. What will it call me? Grand-dad?" He snickers into your ear as he releases your body. You just lay there, half your limp limbs hanging off the counter.

Dave watches his thick white liquid drip out of you, and down your inner thighs. He pats your ass and tucks himself back into his slacks.

"Don't worry too much. Daniel looks just like me, he'll never find out his kid is actually his half-sibling. That is unless you tell him. You want him to find out you were on your knees being a slut for his, daddy?" Dave questions you. You don't speak a word. Just staring at the piped detailing on the cupboard that holds all the scented detergents.

"Just go, please. So I can clean myself up." Those few begging words take the reminanets of your little energy.

Dave grabs your now wrinkly nightgown and robe, pulling you off the counter so you're forced to stand in front of him. Body spent, his finger prints have left slight indents on various parts of you that you're positive will bruise in the days to come. You realize now, there's no way your husband can see you uncovered for weeks.

"You're gonna put this slutty outfit on and walk your ass into his room, with my cum dripping down your legs. He's been waiting for you, sweetheart."

Your jaw drops at his demand. Disgusted yet your cunt clenches at the filth of it all.

"I thought you said he left?"

Dave just smiles at you like you're a mindless child. You almost fall to the floor in despair at the discovery of what a lying sick bastard Dave has revealed himself to be. You don't know what to do. You've caught yourself up in this twisted game and as of now, there's no way out.

So, you throw the soft lace over your head and run your fingers through your hair attempting to fix your appearance. As you unlock the door, Dave places a gentle hand on your waist and kisses the top of your head. You hear him inhale your scent before he pushes you out of the door and watches you meander to his son's room, a slight limp in your legs.

You look at him, distain on your face as you open the door to find your husband scrolling on his phone. With an arrogant look spread across his face — "Where have you been?"

Dave hears the click of the door lock setting in place. As he walks towards the stairwell, he can't help but laugh at the memory of his vasectomy he received many years ago.

thank you truly for reading! let me know your thoughts below or in asks!! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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reciprocate ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, pwp, very very filthy, fem!reader

word count: 4.5k

You have trouble maintaining your vow of Max celibacy when you’re on vacation together. (part 1 here)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… sexual tension like tons, dirty talk, masturbating, descriptions of sex, kissing, SEXUAL TENSION.

hope you like it everyone! :) req’d and i was gonna make this a drabble, but it kinda grew. kind of gives way for a part 3, so lmk if u would wanna read thaaat...?

You’re bored more than several times over the dry, chilly stretch of winter break.

With not much to do, you’ve taken to traveling before you settle back into reporting on what different teams are doing to prepare for March. It’s all car prep, helmet design, new advancements, some drama on budget breaches. But that all comes in the condensed end of February, so now you’re wandering around, aimless.

The invite comes after Christmas and before New Year’s. It’s also last minute, and you would’ve normally rejected it, but Lissie had managed to convince you despite yourself, so you text Daniel a thumbs-up, greenlighting his proposition to jet off to Monaco.

“I’m starting to think I should’ve just said no,” you mutter, dumping a bundle of clothes into your suitcase. Across you, equally busy, Lissie scoffs. 

She looks up from where she’s busy folding something, then, “In what universe would anybody want to pass up on a free Monaco trip where we can spend the entire week drinking our body weight in cocktails and swimming it off?”

You laugh, nodding in semi-agreement. It’s not Monaco, you want to tell her. It’s because everybody’s going, even Max. “You’re right,” you say instead, making a show of being excited. 

It didn’t seem the slighest bit sane to be going on a non-work trip where Max was going to be around. Your first tryst, barely a month ago, before the grand prix in Abu Dhabi, had given way to three days straight of retiring to his room, foregoing afterparties, and then, after deciding to go to one, sneaking back off and fucking in his room after just an hour of dancing.

Max is just as insatiable as you are, and it scares you—because it took every ounce of resistance from you to sit him down and affirm the statement that the constant sex was a bad idea. Outside of his room, outside his bed, you two still maintained the same caustic relationship, but the sex became like clockwork, and you could tell it wasn’t the best idea.

“We need to stop the sex,” you’d said, setting it down firmly. “It’s—it’s getting in the way of work.” 

“It really isn’t. You still have no problem calling me out after races and then getting fucked less than an hour later,” he said.

“I’m serious, it is. And if not now, it will.”

He’d shrugged. “Fine.”

“It’ll be easy,” you’d said sharply. “For me, at least.”

It feels like cosmic karma, then, when you’re told by Lissie that Max’s room is beside yours.

—

Almost funnily, Max’s is the first face you see after you’ve settled in your hotel room. You see him first, and then notice he’s joined by Daniel and Lando, at the bar near the beach where everyone else in your little group is hanging out. You make eye contact that you tear away from instantly, willing yourself to ignore him.

Daniel notices you first when you show up to order yourself a drink. “Swam yet?”

“Nope,” you say. “Think I’ll join the girls and tan today.”

“Just glad you finally accepted the invite,” Daniel comments. “Lissie told me you almost bailed for some weird reason.”

Your eyes dart over to Max, who’s drinking whiskey. He’s already looking at you, gaze cutting. You clear your throat and look away. “I thought it wouldn’t be the best idea, but I’m about three drinks away from loving it here.”

The small talk continues, and you even get your drink, but eventually Daniel and Lando are too enticed by the sunset water, running off and yanking their shirts off on the way. You shuffle nervously on the barstool, just two seats apart from Max.

“You’re here the whole week?” He asks, not looking at you. 

“I am,” you say, leveling his tone of nonchalance.

He makes a noise of petty disapproval, leaning back. From where you sit, you get fleeting glimpses of how he looks, and it isn’t helping your vow of celibacy. He’s big, which, while you knew this, still sends a throb of arousal through you. The tight tee he wears does nothing to hide what’s underneath, and his arms give you the impression that he could just throw you onto a bed or slam you against a wall like it’s nothing.

(Two things you could personally attest to, but that’s besides the point.) You’ve only just begun to get used to not having sex with him, but you’re starting to think you should get on the next flight off, because the thoughts creeping into your head of his hands, his tongue—

A cry of your name grabs your attention, and you blink, turning your head. Farther up the beach, Lissie and Lily are waving their hands around, calling you. “Let’s swim!” Lissie orders. “Now!”

“Bit busy there, were you?” Max asks, smirking. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, downing the rest of your cocktail and jogging over to your friends. Absently, you hear him chirp another teasing remark behind you—hope you drown. The abrasive remark lets the remainder of your scandalous thoughts filter out for the time being. You’re positive, though, that they won’t be gone for the whole two weeks.

You stop in front of Lissie to undo the clip in your hair when Lily asks nonchalantly: “Why’s Max staring at your ass?”

“Lil, oh m—” You swat her playfully. “Don’t just say things like that!”

“Sorry! Jesus. It was a serious inquiry. Guy’s eyes are glued. Don’t you hate each other?”

You resist the urge to turn around and maybe get in a dig of your own, but clear your throat and shrug. “You’re hallucinating. I’m sure he’ll have some random girl in his hotel room later tonight, anyway.”

You don’t miss the way Lily’s face is still etched with lack of conviction, but you tug her toward the beach anyway, splashing around and playing frisbee with the Daniel, Charles, and Lando. At some point, talk of clubbing arises through the six of you, and at Lando’s insistence, you all agree to meet up somewhere to get hammered later. A warm Monegasque welcome, Charles had dubbed it. 

A sluice of nerves slide across you when you hear Charles relay the idea to Max, and the latter reply with a fuck yes count me in. 

You learn a few short hours later that Monaco lives up to its predestined reputation as a nightlife beast, greeting you with vigor and sophistication. You’d been here before, but mostly for work—the immense drinking, dancing, and occasional drug is still a novel experience. Evidently, though, the drivers have little trouble settling into it, accepting and ordering shots and extravagant bottles like they’re nothing.

You’re off work, you figure, and you have no concrete responsibilites tied you as of the moment, so why not join in? 

Lissie is drunkenly slurring something into your ear, about how some guy is flirting with her but he’s a 6 at best and maybe I should just make out with him to make him feel better hey wait maybe he’s an 8 actually no 9, maybe 9.5 max—no he’s a 10 I’m fucking him bye, and Lily is pissed, likely being taken care of by Alex.

Charles had upheld a promise to remain sober, but said nothing of bringing a girl home, which he’d successfully pulled off just twenty minutes ago. Lando’s obviously busy spinning the tunes at the DJ booth behind you, howling with excitement every time he plays something he likes. Which, you realize, leaves you with Daniel.

You fix the hem of your tiny dress, throwing back another shot. Your tolerance doesn’t allow for alcohol to permeate fast; it goes slowly, and never results in too much of a headache, thank the Lord. You’re pleasantly buzzed, but you want more courage, more gravitas. A timely wish, considering you haven’t quite learned how much of a party monster Daniel is.

He leans in closer. “I bet you three shots of vodka you’re not kissing someone tonight.”

“I’ll take the opposing side,” you say, laughing. “Nobody here is doing it for me.”

“A gentleman’s agreement!” He hollers, waving a passing waiter over and ordering shots for people to share.

Although you’re in a roped off area of the club, there are still people walking around and crowding the area, including a girl who’s seated on Daniel’s lap. She whispers something mumbled and low into his ear, and you roll your eyes at his equally flirty response, pinching her thigh and kissing her neck. 

He turns back to you after, like it’s a casual conversation. “How can nobody ‘do it for you’ in a Monaco nightclub, man?”

There’s a question you can answer, but woefully won’t. You change the subject instead, cupping two shots. “How about you and I just do three shots each?”

“Make it four,” he says challengingly. “And take a hit.”

“Already did, Danny,” you refute. You’d smoked half a joint before drinking anything, not wanting to get too caught up in the crossfade. You’re half sure somebody in the group took molly, but your mouth is zipped all the same. “Come on, four shots.”

“Up, up,” he pauses, thinking. “Two shots of Patron vodka—and two of Clase Azul.”

Agreeing, you search for the liquor on the lit-up table, throwing the vodka back with relative ease and then standing up to do the last two. You stumble when you place the glasses back on the table, shaking hands with Daniel and moving about to shake off the alcoholic taste in your mouth.

You pass by Lando, and he flips you off from his place at the DJ booth, but eventually you meander your way to the bar instead, wedging yourself into an empty alcove that only houses a storage room door. It’s quieter, and here you can start to feel the alcohol in your system. You lean back against the wall, and just as you wished, a guy eventually approaches you.

He’s cute(ish), tall(ish), and charming(ish), and even in your hazy mind he registers as passable and definitely way too drunk and overconfident to be approaching somebody as hot as you. His arm wraps around you, toys with the flimsy strap of the minidress you’d worn today. His accent is clearly touristy and American when he asks, “What, bored tonight?”

“Little bit,” you say lowly, leaning back and letting your lips curl up into a smile. “Nothing is really exciting.”

He hums drunkenly. “I could be exciting. Show you something exciting.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you say, playing into him. “Tell me more.”

“I could tell you lots of things in my hotel room.” He smiles. “Don’t you want to have fun?”

“She’s had plenty, mate,” a voice unmistakably Dutch says, and pride wells up in you for having had your plan succeed so beautifully. You blink, reaching an arm out to gently push the guy out of the way—and meet eyes with the one behind him. Taller, broader, and evidently more sober than either of you, Max looks pissed (more than usual, at least.) “Piss off.”

“Christ, had I known she had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t’ve approached, man. Let’s all be calm.”

Max waves him off dismissively and approaches you, a glint of concern shadowing the irritance in his eyes. “This some kind of plan of yours?”

The alcohol has begun to rush through you. You’re hot, flushed all over, thinking of all the times you’d been in this position, purposely testing Max’s limits so he could test yours, albeit differently.  

“Dunno what you mean,” you say. Your gaze slips downward, to the big, rough hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey. You want them on you. Then they meet his again.

“Sure,” he says, unconvinced. “You’re having a lot of fun prancing around like you’ve no responsibilities.”

“Lighten up,” you insist boredly. “It’s called a vacation. It’s for letting loose.”

“Are you letting loose enough?” He asks, suggestive.

“Max.” You lean forward, and the movement lets him see more of your chest, or what your dress allows. He coughs. 

“No.” But despite himself, he’s leaning downward, too, his gaze stuck on your lips. “You told me yourself. It gets in the way of work.”

“This isn’t work,” you say, nerves hammering through you.

“Been looking after you all night, it might as well be.” His voice is cold and serious. He steps forward, effectively caging you against the wall with how bulky his frame is. “You need to be careful. I had to pry that asshole off of you.”

“What if…” You trail off, tilting your head back so you’re making searing, unbreaking eye contact. “That’s exactly what I wanted?”

You’re both frozen in place, staring up at him with the kind of coy you only get when you’re tipsy like this. Wide eyed, lip bitten, and dress riding up—this is exactly how Max likes you. Ready for him to wreck. One jerk of his knee in between your legs and you’re his. He considers other options: a light grip around your neck, or even just a hand on your waist would render you weak, too.

“You test me too much, Y/L/N.” You feel hazy from the way he says your name, in the way he always does—formal, professional, like you’re in the paddock interviewing him again. You can feel yourself growing wet. 

But you’d gotten yourself into this mess. You wore this dress, took those shots, let that guy flirt with you in hopes that Max would come over and give you his time of day. Deny as you might, you know deep down this is exactly what you were waiting for. You press a palm to his stomach, feeling the hard surface there, fisting it in his shirt. 

He grunts, lets his hand cover yours. “Schatz,” he says, guttural.

He lets your lips meet, but when you lean in for a proper kiss, he stands back up to his full height. One look in your eyes lets him realize you’re sufficiently sober, and he turns and walks away.

—

A volleyball hits your shoulder for the third time today.

Prior to that, it’d hit your forehead twice, putting an effective end to your beach volleyball winning streak. Beside you, Lando lets out a strangled cry of defeat.

“The volleyball legend is tapping out!” Daniel hoots from a nearby lawn chair, mimicking the racing commentators you’re all familiar with. 

“Piss off,” you say. “I’m off my game, too tired.”

You wave a dismissive hand to Lily and Alex and they flash thumbs up signs. You squeeze a bottle of water into your mouth, needing release from the thoughts plaguing your mind. The events of two nights ago weigh terribly heavy, annoyingly so, on your mind. 

Not Max himself, you argue. His voice. His touch. They’re so irresistible to you. The way he’d grunted out the pet name he reserved for sex, the way his hand was so much rougher, bigger than yours.

Absently, you wonder, if he hadn’t stopped it—what would’ve happened then? He must’ve been resisting his strongest demons to put an end to the flirting like that. Any other time, you think, it would’ve gone differently.

He’d crowd you against the wall, press hot, whiskey-flavored kisses to your neck. He’d drop his glass, uncaring if it shattered; he could pay for fifty of those and then some. You picture his big hands roughly feeling you up, pressing against your panties, asking if you wore them just for him. Mumbling about wanting to taste you, get on his knees and have your pussy right here, for his tongue only. You picture his fingers, nimble, yanking away the lace and pushing into your cunt, kissing your jaw, moving, moving, until you’re fully in an open-mouthed kiss, messy and dirty, just how he likes you. He’d say something mean. Do you enjoy being a slut, letting all these people watch me take care of you? You’d nod. It’s true, you do, humping his fingers and chasing release. You picture his dick, hard and thick, big like the rest of him, pressed against your bare thigh, and—

“Your gelato!” Lissie hollers crankily, waving a cone of coffee ice cream in front of you that’s begun to melt and stick to her fingers.

“Thinking of sum’in, mate?” Lando’s amused, sunglasses-clad face comes into view.

You flip him off and apologize to Lissie, attempting to enjoy your ice cream before you descend into a state of craziness. The beach day passes with additional moments of blank stares, though none to a worrying degree. Most of your friends chalk it up to you waking up late or spacing out thinking of work, thankfully. 

But, at least, you think. At least this just proves that you and Max can stick to your vow of celibacy. Right?

—

Max is never usually one to eavesdrop, but when he learned from Lily earlier in the week that your room was adjacent to his, he couldn’t help but become more conscious of it. Two days of silence, the occasional TV noise, and some stumbling provide nothing, so he’s since stopped paying attention. Between you two, you’re the one always out on the shore anyway, so there’s nothing much for him to listen to.

Tonight is different.

You don’t usually make noise—and he’s generally speaking here. You’re not a loud person. Even with the aid of a mic, your voice is composed, on the edge of quiet, during paddock reports. So why can he hear you so clearly now? The walls are a bit thin, sure, but something else contributes to it.

Something else, like maybe you’re doing all this on purpose.

The shuffling on the other side of the wall grows louder, then he hears your faint, breathy whimpers. He pauses, sitting a bit more upright on his bed, curiosity piqued, anticipates something else. Your whimpers grow louder, passing through the walls with relative ease. 

He could totally tune this out, maybe put on a movie, hell, leave the room for a late night walk or a drink somewhere.

But he’s rooted to his spot, listening intently, wanting to hear more of you. He hears it then, so breathy at first he almost doesn’t. Max.

Your moan. He blinks, feeling himself grow hard. Maybe he didn’t hear it right, but then he hears it again: Oh, Max. Please. Wanna, wanna— 

He palms at his dick through his sweats, swearing under his breath. You sound exactly like you do when you’re underneath him, two lithe hands wrapped around his wrist, begging for release, for his tongue, for his fingers. You’d been so sure, so high and mighty when you sat him down and demanded the sex stop, but here you are fucking yourself on your fingers, moaning his name.

Barely even ashamed, he tugs his dick out, already drooling with precum. He uses it to ease the glide of jerking off. Max, you say again, louder this time, higher. He remembers your conversation clearly, your solemn voice when you told him you couldn’t ever have sex again with the way it interfered with your jobs. The way you slid in a snide remark about how it’d be an easy challenge for you.

He can’t help but be amused, fucking his fist and listening to your moans, growing in volume as you near your climax. He wants to ask if your fingers are as good as his, as his tongue, his cock. He knows you’ll say yes but think the opposite. You’ve always grown so weak around him.

Gonna cum, he hears again. 

He pictures you writhing on your bed, eyes rolling back, fist half-bitten to try and silence yourself. Your thighs are probably shaking, brows knitted together, tongue lolling out—he jerks himself faster, panting, chest sweaty. It’s your last, loud moans that send him over the edge. 

I’m cumming, Maxie, fuck—! He swears under his breath, cum spurting out all over his fist. He catches his breath, pursing his lips, squeezing his eyes shut. Tries to purge himself of his thoughts of how you might look right now and retreats into his bathroom.

It doesn’t work.

—

Lando personal phone 30s ago

Lissie wants her own bacardi and could you get doritos too x

And a box of condoms pls mate xx

“One more Bacardi and a bag of Doritos,” you dictate boredly. Who knew a high profile, all expenses paid vacation in one of the richest countries in the world would still entail the mandatory grocery run? “…And condoms.”

Max turns from where he’d retrieved the rum, a brow raised in question. “Sorry?”

“Lando, not me,” you defend, holding two hands up. You two had been the unlucky pair who drew short straws and were thus stuck with a long list of niche items in an empty convenience store not far from your hotel. Outside, the sun’s already gone, leaving behind traces of orange in an otherwise dark sky. The group had decided to stay nearby and drink instead of going out tonight, since you’d all been at a club basically every other night anyway.

You review each of your baskets. “Seems like this is all,” you conclude, “except the condoms, which we’ll get at the counter.”

“Did Lando specify a… brand?” Max asks, pacing to the cashier. There are already some on display, with varying features and sizes. 

You recheck your phone. “Nope. Just get anything.”

“Alright, then.” Max picks up an XXL condom box and waves it around. “For Little Lando.”

Irritated, you roll your eyes. “Be reasonable, Max.”

“You said get anything!”

“You’re so annoying,” you fume. You catch sight of the cashier looking uncomfortable with the tension between you and Max and figure the situation needs to deescalate. “Okay. Fine. Whatever, just get something reasonable. Put that back.”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘reasonable,’” he says teasingly, clearly trying to push your buttons.

“Just get a standard condom box.”

“What is a standard co—”

“Get the ones you normally use,” you say, realizing the words after they leave your mouth.

The cashier coughs.

Shrugging, Max grabs the familiar box off the shelf and tosses it, emptying both your baskets right after. His face is amused when he turns and you see him again, but you’re both wordless while the payment goes through and you exit together. The car ride back to the hotel is quiet, stuffy, and tense, your arms crossed over your chest and Max’s occupied with both of the plastic bags.

“I’m surprised you remember what condoms I use.” He says with a smug smile when you’re both in the elevator. He’s parked his car on the basement floor, so you need to get to the lobby. You watch the lights signify what floor you’re on, waiting desperately for the ground floor button to glow yellow.

Still annoyed, you humor him despite yourself. “Why’s that?”

It dings yellow right as he responds. “You’re always begging for me to cum inside you, anyway.” 

The doors open but neither of you move. Max watches you grow flustered and take a deep breath. “You’re a sicko,” you declare, walking out. He follows you with a laugh, knowing he’s right.

You meet the group outside the lobby, where they’re already piling onto a yacht, big enough for everyone. It’s ridiculously huge and expensive-looking, bobbing softly by the dark water. Charles emerges from the upper tier and waves to you and Max with a goofy grin.  

After you help spread and deposit the groceries on the table, you walk around, finally detaching yourself from Max’s side. Eventually drinks ebb around the group, shots and crude cocktails that are fed to you like water. Buzzed with warmth and courage, you move to the back of the boat where there’s a ladder to swim, grunting when you find Max already there.

You clench your cocktail. “What’re you doing?”

“Preparing to swim, what’s it look like?”

“Oh.” You pause. “I didn’t know you could swim.”

You down the rest of your drink, leaning against the side of the boat and watching as he sheds his shirt and jumps into the ocean. Some of the water splashes onto you, and it’s cold, sending goosebumps throughout your body. He surfaces, hair darkened from being wet and smile dopey. A few strands of hair stick up. 

“Wanna join?”

“Over my dead body,” you say, taking a seat and dripping your legs instead. 

“The water’s nice.”

“It’s frigid,” you counter. “You should be wearing a snowsuit, dumbass.”

“How mean,” he says, diving underneath and surfacing again. “You’re too chicken, is all.”

Emboldened, by the buzz of alcohol maybe, the music, or—most likely of all—Max’s teasing, you nod. “Chicken?”

You get up, legs dripping, and pull your shorts down, tugging your tiny tank top off right after. You’re left in your bathing suit, and watch as Max’s eyes lock onto your tits, spilling out of your bikini top. His gaze is slow on you, like it’s his first time seeing you like this.

You step onto the cool ladder to avoid jumping, your back turned to Max’s as you feel more and more of your body submerge into the freezing water. You turn, taking a seat on one of the rungs. Max swims toward you, wiping a hand over his face. 

“Not a chicken. But I’m not going any lower,” you say firmly, in the water from the waist down. “It’s too cold.” 

“I’m fine having you like this,” he says lowly, his voice thick with desire. He cages you in, two big hands on either side of the ladder. For leverage, your legs wrap around him. You’re so close together. After days, weeks, of resisting.

You release a shaky breath, staring at him, his shoulders, his hands.

“How’s your vacation been?” He asks, lips near your ear.

“Fine,” you say. “Fun.”

“Bring anyone to your room?” You shake your head; he persists. “So you’ve had no luck there, then?” 

“None at all,” you say blatantly.

“S’that why you’ve been…” A hand leaves the ladder to squeeze your thigh. “Moaning my name while fucking yourself?”

Your eyes widen, blinking, undeniably caught. You open your mouth to formulate a defense but you can’t. “What are you talking about?”

“Aw, don’t be shy, schatz. You were the one who kept insisting we swear off sex, but I think you’re starting to miss me.”

He presses two fingers to the crotch of your bottoms, rubbing softly. It’s enough to let you whimper. “Max—”

“You keep prancing around in tiny bikinis, skirts, tops. Is it on purpose, hmm? I can’t stop thinking about claiming you. On my bed, my balcony, over any surface.”

He quickens his fingers, and you whine. It feels so good, reminiscent of how wicked he is in bed. You picture it—being bent over the side of the boat, his hands big on your waist, cock sliding in and out of you.

“Feels s’good, Max,” you breathe.

“Does it?” He asks, egging you on. You nod, gripping his wrist—your hand’s still circled around it when he yanks it away.

“But remember what you told me? Before the break?”

“I—fuck,” you mutter, frustrated. “Please.”

“They were your words, not mine, schatz,” he says, easygoing as he dives back underwater, leaving you alone and sexually frustrated. You curse lowly. It’s going to be a long rest-of-the-week.

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Spice 🌶️

Anonymous asked: Hi!! I would love to see you write some more daniel Ricardo smut, maybe it starts out as a media thing and they eventually get together and everyone goes wild thinking he was just being his normal sweet smiling self. Maybe in some Interview he lets something spicy slip. &lt;3

Warnings: smut 18+, talks of sex, oral, Daniel being a little bit naughty- I didn’t know how to include them starting as a media thing, so I altered it slightly, hope that’s okay! It’s a little short

When Daniel and I first met I was working as an interviewer on the paddock. It had been my life long goal to work around F1, and soon my work gained a large following, especially on social media. It felt good to finally represent women working within motorsport, of course there was hundreds more who deserved recognition, possibly more than I did, but I loved spreading the word for young girls with a dream that they can work in a mainly male dominated workplace. The job was fun, it always ran (most of the time) smoothly, I gained many, many more friends, but one person in particular I became particularly close to. Daniel Ricciardo, currently driving for red bull, he had been one of my best friends from the beginning. We’d always stop to chat, his interviews were always the most fun (not to be bias) and he was also one of the most supportive and sweetest about everything I did. I came to learn very quick that my feelings for Daniel had scathed way past a friendship and after one boozy night our feelings became known and the rest was history. My relationship with Daniel was so intimate and fun, we’d sneak around a lot of the time, keeping our relationship semi out of the public eye for the first couple months. Privacy, not secrecy was the best thing for us.

The best thing of all was when I had interviewed him the many times after we’d gotten together. I’d find our cheeks flushed way easier than before, we’d hold eye contact for a little too long, and there was subtle touches here and there that was difficult to resist.

“Here I am with Daniel Ricciardo, the winner of the Monaco Grand Prix today!” The excitement was oozing from my voice as my boyfriend stood to one side, beaming away. “Congratulations Daniel, we’re all so proud of you! How does it feel to get your redemption from 2016?!” I held out the microphone as his hand engulfed mine, holding it closely.

“Incredible, y’know. It’s such a surreal moment, I’m pretty speechless.” He laughed, borderline breathless as his eyes scanned over my face. There was a glisten in them that Redbull had threatened to take away, but not anymore, Daniel wanted this so bad, and I was so proud of him for achieving it. “Well I’m super proud of you, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Aw, c’mere.” He engulfed her in another hug, arms tightly squeezing around her waist. To onlookers we were witnessing the couple sharing an adorable moment, Daniel being as innocent as ever. “How are you gonna celebrate later?” I then asked, feeling his hands slowly trail off me. “How are we gonna celebrate?” His eyebrow then perked as I felt my breath hitch and a heat rise to my face. I was rarely speechless as an interviewer.

“I don’t think everybody wants to know how we’re gonna be celebrating later..” He joked as I raised a hand to my face. “Oh- Daniel!” My cheeks were burning overwhelmingly, and the sound of his giggles only made it worse.

“No they don’t, you’re right, let’s keep that off camera…”

Keep it off camera we did… well, semi off camera. Daniels phone was angled down to me as I gazed up through my lashes, lips wrapped all the way down his twitching cock. “Fuck, that’s it baby, keep looking at the camera. So sexy.” The Australian groaned as I deep threaded his member as much as I could.

Daniel was moaning and groaning, seething through his teeth as he fucked into my face. Spit was drooling down his cock and my lips and a small gag caused him to pull off. “Fuck. Such a good girl.” Daniel praised, wiping at my chin. I was sure half my makeup had come off with it, but I didn’t care.

“I’m your good girl.” I panted, reaching out to nudge him down onto the bed. Tonight was his night, his celebration, I rode him endlessly, with every inch of energy I could muster. Daniel didn’t take too long to explode his cum inside of me, he was a shivering moaning mess, sweaty and exhausted from the pleasureful night.

“Best celebration ever.” Daniel poked fun at the interview earlier in the day which had now gone viral. Nobody expected Daniel Ricciardo and myself to be in such an openly honest relationship, nor did they expect the smiley man to be capable of such dirty things, but they were so wrong… “Oh, Daniel…”

[writingsbyzuzu]

lose your soul

boxer! ethan nestor x shy! afab! reader

when ethan, a semi professional boxer, switches gyms, he doesn't expect much from it...until he sees you, and loses his soul in the progress

giving ryan gosling his just desserts as a talented artist because i have fucking loved this song since middle school and people should appreciate his band more

I have a similar concept fic where you're his assistant to high enough by k flay, lmk if you want it

notes: it's the return of feral ethan. all hail feral ethan, your parents are spanish speaking immigrants (this is left so vague so interpret it as the country of your choice) sorry the ending is shit i had no idea how to

warnings: domestic violence mentioned, stalking (ethan is NOT your stalker), mentions of blood, ethan beats up yet another ex boyfriend, vague corruption kink (but not really), dirty talk, lots of it, ethan shoves his fingers in your mouth, SMUT

based on lose your soul by dead man's bones

Oh You're gonna lose your soul, tonight You're gonna lose your soul

By all accounts, it had been a normal night. In the weeks prior, Ethan had switched gyms to practice in, the old one getting too crowded, too many people approaching him and wanting things of him. So he had found a new gym across town. The commute was further, but it was smaller, more private. A lot of his fellow boxers practiced here anyways, so Ethan felt more at home.

That's where he found himself tonight, practicing sparring with his buddies. Something was a little off tonight, though. As far as Ethan was concerned, the owner of the gym and his wife were nice people.

A bit rough around the edges, and didn't speak much, but he went out of his way to make people comfortable, and was a stand up guy. Which was why tonight suddenly became... odd. The owner was shuffling back and forth, from the front desk to check his phone, where it was charging, to the windows, peering around into the street.

Ethan watches the owner for a second, before lifting his hand up to tell Daniel, who was in the ring with him, to stop moving. He and Daniel give the owner their full attention, watching the owner walk back and forth.

"You alright, boss man?" Daniel calls out, also trying to look out onto the street. The owner waves him off, grinning as a vintage car rolls down the street and parks in front of the gym.

Ethan and his friends eye the car curiously, as the owner gets excited, opening the door of the gym.

The car door opens, and out steps what Ethan has to assume is a fucking angel.

When you ask Ethan later on about this moment, he always tells you one thing. The minute you stepped out of the driver's seat, he knew his soul was gone. It had gone to you.

But as of this moment, he was just stuck staring at you, trying to decide if he was hallucinating.

"Dad!" You grin, enveloping the owner into a hug. "Dad?" Daniel and Ethan exclaim at the same time, looking at each other and then back at the scene unfolding.

Your dad beams at you. "Mija! How was the drive, any issues?" He holds your face, absolute pride showing in his. "No, I just needed to pack up some of my bags, unplug my fridge, and then I was off! Sorry, I'm so late."

"I'm just glad you're here. Come on in, it's blazing out here." Your dad ushers you in. You step inside, and Ethan notes how the older boxers and the old comers greet you, as if they had known you long before this day. You greet everyone quietly, giving a small wave.

Ethan continues to stare you down, watching as your dad and you approach. You almost borderline hide behind your dad, looking down at your shoes. Your dad approaches Ethan's group, grinning from ear to ear. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter. She's now a senior at Yale, in astro...astro...ay, mija, help me out here." Your dad gently nudges you.

You look up, your eyelashes batting in a way that makes Ethan's mouth go dry. "Astrophysics," you smile nervously. He grins. "That must be a lot of work." You nod, eyeing him slightly before looking back at your shoes. "We're proud of her. Anyways, she's home for break, so she's going to be helping out around here, making sure things stay up and running when the missus and I go out of town to see family, so make sure to make her feel welcome." Your dad wraps an arm around you, nodding.

Ethan continues to watch you, as you nervously fidget. Cute, he thinks, how shy you are. Daniel winks at you, leaning against the ropes. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," he says with a smirk. You blush at the interaction.

Ethan suddenly without provocation wanted to rip Daniel into shreds.

"Hey!" your dad exclaims, "my daughter is off limits to you lot, I see how you live, absolutely not. I refuse to let her be tainted by your ways." His tone comes out as playful, but there was a warning laying just underneath.

"C'mon hun, Lefty's going to be excited to see you." Your dad ushers you away to go say hi to an older boxer in the corner. "It's nice to meet you," Ethan calls out, watching you walk away. You turn back to look at him, a small smile on your lips.

He doesn't miss how your gaze lingers on him, too.

You're gonna lose your soul Tonight, tonight

Ethan found himself at that gym nearly every day now. He convinced himself that it would be good for him, practice would help him perfect his art and win more matches. And of course, overworking his muscles had its benefits.

He got to see you.

You weren't at the gym every day, but when you were, he would usually see you sitting at that front desk, scribbling away or doing paperwork, or you would be somewhere in the gym, folding towels, offering water, etc.

It was the highlight of his day, even though you were still incredibly quiet.

Wanting to take a break after sparring for an hour, he takes off his gloves, and looks around. There you were, at the desk, books open, writing. He looks for your father, who's helping someone else train. Perfect.

He saunters over to the desk, putting his hands on it, and gently calls your name to get your attention.

"Oh! Hi, Ethan," you look up at him almost nervously, smiling slightly. It was rare for anyone who weren't your parents to make eye contact with you, so Ethan felt incredibly lucky with how you always looked up at him anytime he greeted you, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

Your cheeks were slightly tinged with pink as you look back down at your books and notes. Ethan always enjoyed that aspect, too.

"What are you working on?"

"Paper. Particle physics." He looks at you with a state of confusion, and you continue. "It's the study of particles and forces that make up matter and radiation. Huge component of studying space and how planets and black holes and other stuff are made."

"And you're writing a paper right now?" You nod at him, holding up your journal. "It's summer! And you're working at your pop's place and doing homework, you should be out partying, making friends."

You giggle softly, and Ethan for a moment is on cloud 9. "I have friends at Yale...What about you? You're close to my age, why didn't you go to school?"

Ethan pauses for a moment, hands leaving the desk. "Boxing is my passion. I didn't really care much for school, but being in the ring is a good feeling. I imagine it's the same for you when you...solve really hard math equations?" He takes a stab at guessing, unsure what it really was you did. The first time he asked, all you had said was rocket science, so he assumed math was in there.

"Yeah, I do math."

He nods, then continues. "Boxing is my number one priority in life."

"Do you think it'll always be your number one priority?"

He leans onto the desk, getting within your eyesight again.

"I think it could change, if certain things happen," he whispers. The two of you maintain eye contact for a moment, his face holding a gentle smile. You look almost star struck by him, and he thinks to himself that he might really have a shot. Your dad, oblivious to the situation, comes up to the desk, killing the moment, entirely. Ethan stands up straight, and the cute expression he loved was wiped off your face entirely. "Should get back to quarks," you mumble.

Ethan nods, and your dad pats his back. "Nestor! Did you need anything?"

"Just wanted to say hi," he smiles politely.

"Hi," you whisper, continuing to stare at the papers and books below you. He heads back to the ring, shaking his head. He'll try again tomorrow, he thinks. So he does.

Oh You're gonna lose control, tonight You're gonna lose control

Your father and your mother had gone to visit family from their home country, leaving you in charge of the gym for two months.

Ethan had spent every day going up to the desk, and you were gradually warming up to him, little by little.

But then Henry Alexander showed up.

It was a particularly sweltering June day, and Ethan was standing in front of a fan, sipping water, when a tall blonde man carrying a bouquet entered the gym.

Ethan's blood ran cold.

Who the fuck was this guy?

You hadn't noticed yet, typing away. He was too far away to hear, but he could see the man saying your name. You look up, but instead of seeming happy, or a usual shy reaction that Ethan would get from you after a bout of flirting, your face turned pale.

Ethan scrunched his face up. Why were you so afraid? He wouldn't wait long to find out.

Lefty had been exiting the restroom at that exact moment, and standing next to Ethan, looked up to the scene unfolding at the desk.

"Oh fuck no," Lefty grumbled, and within seconds, had bounded up to the desk and began to yell. "Oh Henry Alexander, I know you did not just walk into the gym to harass this young lady. Where do you get off on this? Do you not remember what happened last time?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I can do with my girl?" the blonde man spats out, trying to sadly square up with Lefty.

"Your girl? You mean the one you used to push around? She hasn't been your girl since we kicked your ass, and she should have never been your girl, get out." With that, Lefty grabs the man by his shirt, and throws him out the door. "Don't come back unless you want your ass to be beat," Lefty spits out, shutting the door.

Ethan looks back at you, tears streaming down your face, everyone looking at the scene that unfurled. He comes over to the desk. "Hey are you alright?" He goes to touch your shoulder, but you move away from his touch, an action that wounds him just a little. "Yeah, I'm fine," you cry out, trying to wipe your eyes.

"Are you sure, could I do anything for you-"

"Ethan, I'm fucking fine, give me space, please," you plead, hiding your head in your arms. Lefty pulls at Ethan's elbow. "C'mon man, let's take a walk." Ethan shakes his head, trying to stand his ground. He needs you to know he's here for you, he can help you when you need him. "Son, you aren't going to do much for her right now, let her breathe. Let's take a walk." Ethan is finally convinced to move, and he and Lefty stroll to the back of the gym, with Ethan continuing to watch you over his shoulder.

Lefty looks at Ethan and then back at you, before speaking. "Look man, I'm going to tell you this story once, because the little miss is like family to me, and because I know you're sweet on her-"

Ethan opens his mouth to protest, but a withering stare shoots him down. "Everyone has noticed, son. And I'm telling you this as both context and a warning. A few years ago, that boy, Henry, he started taking little miss out. Only after a while, he started... being cruel."

Ethan fills with rage. Someone treated you horribly, and he couldn't stand for that. "Cruel how?" he spits out, trying to breathe. "First came the yelling, the insults. Then came bruising. She came home one night with a black eye, and that was enough for her father to send us after him. He stopped touching her, but he followed her for months after that, till she went back to school."

"How can he, I mean how can he get away with that? How can he get away with hurting her?" Ethan wanted to chase after the blonde and put him in the grave. He looks back at you, so small and sweet and scared. He'd protect you with his life if he had to. How could anyone think of hurting you?

"His dad's a lawyer. But I'm telling you now, boy, I know your kind, and if you ever think of it, I will put you in the grave. I can only scare the runt, but I'd kill you."

The idea of it was inconceivable to Ethan.

You're gonna lose control Tonight, tonight, tonight

Henry Alexander kept coming around.

At first, it was just walking around the block around the gym, almost as if he was taunting you. But some of the other boxers had seen, and after a few threats and some stares, Henry had stopped.

Not for long, however. Then it ramped up constantly. You couldn't do anything by yourself. He followed you from place to place.

But as long as the gym had people in it, you were safe, for now.

You weren't sure how it started, but Ethan would walk you back and forth in the mornings and evenings, if he didn't have a match. It was safer for you, and besides, you felt the most comfortable with his presence out of all the boxers. You still kept up the walls.

Ethan was a sweet guy, sure, and you thought he was actually pretty cute. But there was a time when you thought your ex was sweet too, and now you had to have a semi professional boxer walk you around every day. So maybe it would be for the best if Ethan didn't get too close.

I get up in the morning to the beat of the drum, I get up to this feeling, keeps me on the run

Ethan had settled into a routine these past few weeks.

It was all about making sure someone was always there, because Henry would also always be there. And Ethan couldn't let anything happen to you. Lefty had trusted him to protect you. Your father, after a few phone calls, trusted the boxers to protect you.

So he was always on the lookout.

I get up in the morning, put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

He had shelved the thought after a while of taking you out. Ethan had understood, really. How could you want to? With an ex terrifying you, dating would be the last thing on your mind.

But he still dreamt about it.

On your walks together, he'd imagine a version of yourselves, holding hands, laughing. He'd kiss you goodnight and hold you.

But then he would wake up and do none of those things. But as long as you were safe, he'd continue the routine.

Oh, you're gonna lose your soul, tonight You're gonna lose your soul, you're gonna lose your soul tonight, tonight

The gym was abnormally empty for the fourth of July. Normally, you would close it, but you had a soft spot for people who didn't have anywhere to go for the holidays, so you opted to keep it open.Other than a few people trickling in and out, it was empty.

What a mistake you had made.

Ethan had only gone to the bathroom for a moment. That's it. He had his eyes off of you a minute. He had just needed to go to the bathroom.

He had been washing his hands when he heard you scream his name.

Ice in his veins, within seconds he was back in the main room. Henry was dragging you across the gym floor, your arms outstretched for Ethan.

"Let go of her." Henry stops. "No, I don't think I will," he shakes his head. "You see, this belongs to me. And I think I'll keep her."

"Let her go now." Ethan's teeth are gritted, and his hands balled up into fists. "What are you going to fucking do about it?"

Oh, you're gonna lose control, tonight You're gonna lose control

Ethan lunges, and Henry drops you, your head hitting the floor. You hear a sickening crack, and Henry drops next to you, wailing. He doesn't wail for long though, as you turn your head to see Ethan scrambling on top of Henry, punching him repetitively. Blood splatters on the gym mats. "Ethan, stop. Ethan, you're going to kill him," you murmur.

Ethan pauses, eyeing you. You're bleeding from your temple, your forehead split from where you were dropped.

His stomach drops for the second time tonight.

"No no no, baby," he cries, clamoring over Henry to get to you. "You're hurt, shit, baby, hold on, okay? I'm going to call you help."

Your vision gets spotty, and your eyes fight to shut, the concussion becoming more and more apparent.

You reach for Ethan weakly. "You saved me."

"I'll always save you. Wait, just, stay awake for me, please."

You're gonna lose control Tonight, tonight, tonight

Looking at you in the hospital bed made him want to rip Henry Alexander's jaw off. To Ethan's credit, he had shattered it pretty badly.

He had been worried he was going to be hauled off to jail, but quite frankly, attacking a Dean's List astrophysics student from Yale did not bode well for Henry, and after threats between his lawyer and Henry's any attempt of charges were thrown out the window.

So there Ethan sat, watching you like a hawk.

"You don't have to keep sitting there you know. You can go home," you smile. "No way. I left you out of my sight, and look what happened," he gestures to your head. "You protected me to the point where I don't think I'm in any danger anymore. You almost killed him."

"I'd do it again." It slips out of his mouth without hesitation. "Which part?" "All of it. I'd always protect you if you needed me. It's why I walked you home. It's why I beat the hell out of that guy."

"But why me?"

I get up in the morning To the beat of the drum

He opens his mouth to speak, but your parents come in. They're fussing over you and checking on you immediately. As your mother combs the hair out of your face, Ethan gets up out of the chair next to you, shifting to head out the door.

Your dad stops him however. "You saved our daughter. The most precious thing in the world, you saved her. Thank you," he whispers, shoving Ethan into a bone crushing hug. "For that, I owe you anything."

He only lets Ethan go with the promise that he would come around for dinner the following week.

I get up to this feeling Keeps me on the run

Ethan had never really been a man to have dinner with a girl's parents. But then again, Ethan had never really shattered a man's jaw for a girl. You had always been different to him. Since the day he saw you, he would have done anything for you.

So there he stood, a bouquet of flowers in hand, in front of the front door. Your mother opens the door, hugging Ethan. "Come in, come, come." He's ushered into the house, where it smelt nice, and felt...homey. His apartment, cold and clinical, had nothing on this.

Your medals and trophies hung the shelves the home, emphasizing how accomplished you were, and how proud you were. It made him feel...a little dirty. He was so rough around the edges, and you were soft, sweet, smart, talented. All he was good at, he figures, is violence.

And hadn't you experienced that enough?

Maybe the best thing for you was for him to back off.

The dinner was quiet. You kept trying to look at Ethan, but for once, he avoided eye contact with you. You were...upset to say the least. All those walks to and from the gym to the front door, you had developed a crush on Ethan.

And maybe a small part of you feels like you owe him for saving you, sure, but you had already liked him. He called you baby, and that had to have meant something, right?

You guess not. Maybe he just did it out of obligation. When the dinner is over, you pick up the plates, put them in the sink, and then head into your room.

As the door to your room shuts, Ethan stares it down. Your dad shifts in his chair, pushing it. "Son. I have to say, I've noticed something."

Ethan turns to look at your dad, nervous. "I know you've liked my daughter. And I know what I said when you met her, about lifestyles and tainting my daughter. But she's a smart girl. She makes a mistake once or twice, but she picked you. And I think she picked right. I don't think one of your buddies would have carried her into the ambulance. I don't think they would have stayed by her hospital bed. You're a good man, Nestor. Don't be afraid of that. She picked you for a reason."

And with that, Ethan finds himself out on your porch once more.

I get up in the morning, put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

He fucked up, is all he thinks, eyeing your window. He stands there, deciding what to do.

And he decides to be absolutely insane.

If you could have guessed how the night would end, you wouldn't guess the boxer you had a crush on would crawl into your room from the window.

"Are you insane?" you whisper hiss. "Sorry, sorry." He gets in finally, crash landing onto the carpet. "I fucked up," he mumbles, before clamoring to his feet. You cross your arms. "About what?"

"I like you. A lot."

"You fucked up by liking me?" you look flabbergasted, and Ethan figures he was about 20 seconds before you push him back out the window.

"No!" he borderline shouts, and you shoot him a look. "No," he whisper shouts, repeating himself.

"I thought for a second...I mean look at me. I'm covered in tattoos."

"Lots of people have tattoos. I have a tattoo."

"That's not the po-where do you have a tattoo?" He shakes his head to stop his train of thoughts, then continues speaking. "I fight, quite literally, for a living. I could have nearly killed that man. His jaw had to be wired shut and he'll be eating soup from a straw for months. I don't have anything further than a high school education...and I mean, look at you. Star student. There is a literal wall of achievements in your living room. You go to the Ivy League. I can't envision a world where I am possibly good for you. You heard your dad. I am scared I'll destroy you."

You look away for a moment, processing his words. "He's sipping soup through a straw because he was going to hurt me. You protected me. And there's more to you than boxing. I like you. And I don't think you're going to taint my life, or whatever. You're sweet. You care. You make me laugh. I am not scared of you. I was scared of Henry, but I trust you. And that's my choice to make."

"And if I did ruin you?"

"That's my choice."

Oh, you're gonna lose your soul, tonight

His mouth was on yours in seconds. He grips at your hips like a man starved, pushing you onto the bed. As you flop onto your bed, he looks down at you, panting.

"You know, I've had my eye on you since the first time I saw you," he murmurs. He crawls on top of you onto the bed, kissing you again. When you part again, he sits up, taking his shirt off. You gawk at him, almost in shock. You had always looked out of the corner of your eye when he was doing his training, but man, you never got used to the sight of how good he looked.

"You like what you see?" He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. You nod. "I always thought you were too sweet hearted to think about that, I guess I thought wrong," he murmurs. His hands grip at the edges of your dress. "Can I take your dress off?" he asks.

You nod. "I need you to give me an actual yes, baby," he whispers. "Yes, you can take it off," you respond.

He didn't need to be told twice.

You're gonna lose your soul

His kisses go from your lips to your neck, kissing down until he reaches the nape, sucking just gently enough to not leave a mark.

"I liked you too," you tell him.

"And here I was, worried I'd wreck you, but I already did, didn't I?" he humorlessly chuckles, before continuing. "Watching me as much as I did you, looking at me half naked all the time."

His mouth attaches to the skin above your breasts, leaving purple marks, you cry out at the feeling. Ethan almost immediately shushes you.

"Can't get caught, angel," he rasps, his hand coming to cover your mouth.

You can't exactly pinpoint at what time later on when he took off your bra and panties.

He makes his way down, kissing and sucking on your skin at various points. He takes one leg and hoists it on his shoulder, before quickly moving to move the other leg.

"Try and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

You nod again, and he reaches to gently touch your clit with your thumb for moment, before putting his mouth on it.

To say he was good was the understatement of the century. You had to bite down on your fist to keep from moaning out, with one of his hands fingering you, the other hand holding your hips down.

"You're doing so well for me, so pretty," he whispers against your clit, going to kiss and suck on it once more.

You cum surprisingly quickly after that, nearly bruising your hand with how hard you bite down it. Ethan sits up, your legs still on his shoulder. "Good girl," he states, a wolfish grin appearing. "But I'm not done yet, if that's okay."

"Please."

"Yeah, I ruined you already," he chuckles.

He pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to where his cock springs free, thick and already leaking.

"Got a condom?" he whispers.

You shake your head. "'M on the pill," you respond. His eyes widen at the statement, and he shakes his head. "Dirty girl."

He rubs himself at your entrance, before softly pushing in a little.

You cry out, but he moves a hand to your mouth, sticking the fingers that had fingered you into his mouth. "Baby, I told you, you had to be quiet. Your dad just became convinced I'm good for you, and I'd hate to prove him wrong already."

He pushes himself further in, and you suck down on his fingers.

"Good girl, you got it, just a little more."

After a moment, he pushes further, bottoming out, letting out a grunt.

You're gonna lose your soul, tonight, tonight

It doesn't take him much longer to move, thrusting in and out with a quick pace. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers, watching how your eyes flutter, continuing to suck on his fingers.

"So good for me, yeah?"

He thrusts harder, watching you groan against his fingers. He reaches down to rub your clit, and your hips start lifting up off the bed, which makes him go all the more faster.

"Gimme one more, c'mon baby, I know you can," he taunts.

And so you do.

Ethan finishes pretty quickly after you, with a couple of soft moans, before falling next to you.

Oh (I get up in the morning, To the beat of the drum)

"You okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face. "Yeah, I'm okay. It was good."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," you shake your head. He outstretches his arms to you, and you scoot closer, letting him hold you.

"It was actually the best time I ever had," you whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. "Best time I ever had," he repeats. "You're so goddamn perfect."

You're gonna lose control, tonight (I get up to this feeling, keeps me on the run)

"You're perfect."

Ethan lets out a chuckle at that.

You're gonna lose control (I get up in the morning, put my dreams away)

An hour later, after the kiss goodnight Ethan had dreamt of on all of those walks with you, he crawls out the window and silently heads home, a grin plastered on his face.

"See you tomorrow," he had whispered. "See you, babe."

He really did lose his soul when he met you. But at least he knew it was safe with you, like you were with him.

You're gonna lose control (I get up, I get up, I get up again) Tonight, tonight, tonight,tonight

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★★★𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙈𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1

Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Mistress kink, semi-public sex, Top Mel bottom Reader, legal age gap

Genre: Smut

A/n: I got this idea at taekwondo class so deal with it-

Word count: 4.4k

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Sweat dripping down your face, legs shaking in slight pain as you held up your side kick at the mirror in your martial arts studio, still keeping a bright smile as to not let the kids you were teaching get discouraged.

"So it's actually using the side of your foot!" You explain, lifting your arm as your pointer finger slides across the side of your foot that was currently kicking.

After you got a job at Abbott Elementary as Vice-Principal (to somewhat help Ava's incompetence), your usual workout routine had changed significantly thanks to your new lack of free time you had used for exercising. This caused you to have to get your daily training in at the martial arts studio you worked at for fun.

Working out was always incredibly fun for you, and you always tried to get the teachers at Abbott into starting your martial art. But Janine didn't really have an interest in it, Jacob loathed any form of exercising that wasn't his daily run, Gregory didn't like working out with other people and messing up his routine, Ava would only come if she got a date with a hot guy with abs, Barbara thought she was too old, and Melissa...well...you never asked her.

You knew that you shouldn't ask, so you didn't. Seeing Melissa Schemmenti either turn you down in front of everyone and hate you or accepting your offer and having to see the beautiful woman covered in sweat and looking somehow even more alluring? Neither seemed like a good option in your mind.

You knew that if she started working out there thanks to your offer, you'd have to teach her and everyone else, and you wouldn't be able to teach any of them thanks to your massive love for the older woman.

"Master Y/n?" One of your green-belt students, Quaheir, asked, snapping you out of your slight 5 second trance.

Your head quickly darted over to face the little kid, a small understanding yet curious smile forming upon your lips as he looked up at you.

"Yeah kid?" You asked, lowering your leg as to focus fully on any questions the kids might have and to also help with the form of their kicks.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked, pointing to his very sloppy sidekick.

"Not quite! But you're almost there," You chuckled at the innocence yet determination in each of the kids faces. "I'm gonna adjust your leg alright?" You said, to which the kid nodded as you moved his leg into the correct position.

"So it's actually just like-" You were cut off by another master whispering in your ear.

"Y/n, go to the front office, there's a parent here and I think she needs help," He said, to which you quickly nodded and ran to the front office, making sure to bow before you left the mat.

You walked inside of the front office through the back door of the camp room as to grab a few papers for what you thought may be the problem.

"Sorry for the wait! Master Daniel told me you had a problem with...something..." You trailed off at the sight of no one other than the one and only Melissa Schemmenti.

"Y/n?" The older woman asked, obviously confused as she looked you up and down.

"Melissa?" You responded before awkward silence filled the room which was mainly with you being too embarked to speak over the fact that she saw you all sweaty.

"W-What did you need help with ma'am?" You managed to choke out after a minute, your eyes darting to the desk as you sat down on the chair.

Melissa rolled her eyes with a slight dismissing smile.

"You don't need to call me Ma'am, Melissa is fine and you know it," She said, standing as she looked around the front office. "Anyway...I was wondering how I could help my nephew with extra training?"

That made you choke on your water, her nephew went here? How did she not know you taught here on the side then?

"Oh yes! We do offer extra training on Saturdays after black belt training classes!" You smiled, trying to blow off the fact that you had just done quite the odd action.

"Oh that's actually perfect, I'll be able to drop him off here then," The green-eyed woman in front of you replied, grabbing her phone out of her bra to text Kristin-Marie.

You blushed softly, eyes going to update your schedule as you tried to brush away the thoughts about her bra and how you wished you were the one touching her.

"What are you doing?" Melissa quirked an eyebrow at the sight of you just staring at the paper. "Some sort of invisible language on there?" She tried to joke, licking her lips as she crossed her arms.

"O-Oh- Apologies Ma- I mean Melissa," You muttered as a reply, hands quickly writing down the schedule. "So the extra classes are about twent-"

You were cut off by the redhead pulling a couple twenties and tossing them on the table.

"Sold~" She said with a slight smirk, only making you blush even more as she walked out of the office.

You had no clue what got into this woman, you knew her to be aggressive and tough and maybe a little cock, but she was rarely flirty unless it was towards Gary.

Little did you know how much the older woman was blushing as she left the building and retreated to her car. The sight of you in such a uniform and with sweat down your face was just too hot for her and her stupid libido.

"God damn it Y/n..." She muttered.

She always knew she liked you in a romantic and even sexual way, but God were those feelings increased when she saw you in your uniform and black belt. Your beautiful yet not intimidating face being covered in sweat from helping kids and doing the workouts yourself certainly didn't help.

The older woman turned on her car, fumbling with the radio as she put on some classic 70's music to try and drown out how attracted to you and turned on she was.

Meanwhile you sat in the front office, face buried in your hands as you tried so hard to stop your legs from kicking like an excited child.

"Look I for one admire black actors and I consider myself an ally to the black community, but I think Denzel Washington isn't all that great!" Jacob said, tucking into his breakfast sandwich he had brought from home, about to speak once again before the door to the room swung open.

"Did you guys know that Y/n is a teacher at that martial arts school near the cheesesteak spot?" Melissa asked everyone as she walked into the teachers lounge with an aggressive walk.

"Woah!" Jacob, Janine, and Gregory all exclaimed at the same time, putting their hands up in the air as to show their lack of wanting a violent conflict between them and the redhead.

Barbara just looked up at Melissa along with a couple of other teachers, looking back down as they've seen her angrier and weren't really fazed.

"Why are you upset about it? And yeah we knew, they asked all of us to join the school so she could hang out with us more! Didn't she ask you too?" Janine reasoned, which only made Melissa more confused.

"What? No! H-How'd she-?!" Melissa sighed, plopping herself on the chair she always sat at next to Barbara, who was reading her Bible. "Did you know about this Barb?" She asked the kindergarten teacher, rubbing her forehead as she sipped her coffee that she had from at home.

"Oh yeah, she asked all of us, poor Y/n, I wish I could have gone. I knew I was too old but I didn't think everyone else would deny their offer," Barbara sighed, closing her Bible as to face the redhead. "I don't know why she wouldn't ask you, you're a fighter, you would have said yes,"

"I know whyyyyy~" Mr Johnson said with a smirk as he entered the room with his janitorial supplies.

"Well? Answer before I shove that mop so far up your ass that the strings become your tongue," Melissa growled, looking at the old man who had just entered the room.

"Well first, why don't you tell us why youre so upset that you didn't know~?" He smirked, wiggling his eye brows as he emptied the trashcan in the room.

Melissa placed down her coffee mug with a massive blush. "You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled, sighing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Look I just-"

"Wait- Let me guess, you probably saw them in their uniform all hot and sweaty and you got all flustered?" The janitor smirked.

"How the hell did you know? Are you working with the feds?!" Melissa exclaimed, looking up at Mr Johnson as he stood there smirking. "Did one of youse guys decide to film me out of school?" She asked with an angry tone, pointing a nearby plastic fork at each of the camera men, making them all internally shudder from how scary the redhead was.

"I heard through the Janitoral news outlet," He shrugged vaguely,

"What the hell is the Janitoral news outlet?" Gregory muttered to Janine, giving a side eye towards the cameras as to ask them the same question.

Janine also side eyed the camera, and she whispered back to Gregory.

"It's the Mr Johnson way of saying he has his ways and to not question it," The shorter woman replied, to which both of the teachers stared at the camera before turning back to Mr. Johnson.

"Now you wanna tell me why they never told me?" The redhead growled, eyes rolling as her cheeks became laced with more blush.

"It's because they like youuuu~ And they didn't want to see you all hot and sweaty cause it'd distract them from their teaching," Mr Johnson smirked, walking out of the room only for his spot to be filled by Ava.

"What's going on in here? Don't tell me I missed more drama, and if I did yall better tell me what it's about," She said as she strutted in, waving her freshly manicured pointer finger at the teachers in the lounge.

No response.

"Actually, nevermind, I'll get Y/n to give it to me," Ava shrugged, grabbing her coffee as she poured a giant streamline of sugar from a nearby packet into the liquid.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called by Ava as she noticed you walking by the teachers lounge.

"Hey girl get your silly ass in here! I need you to collect drama from these teachers since they won't tell me what the hell is going on," Ava said, eyes not meeting yours as she stired a straw in her cup to mix around the particles in the cup.

You tilt your head, your hand rubbing your neck uncomfortably as you chuckled nervously.

"Oh okay!" You smiled as you looked around the room, not wanting to deny your boss's request while also not wanting to accidentally increase any drama, not knowing that you and Melissa were the subject of said drama.

"So... ehe...what's the drama that Ava wants to know about...?" You asked with a slight stutter in your voice, rubbing your neck a bit more forcefully, your eyes trying to avoid Melissa as much as possible once you had seen that she was already there.

"I don't know what drama Ava is talking about," Melissa scoffed, rolling her eyes which somehow got you even more flustered.

"Oh I see, then I'll be on my way, see you guys at lunch!" You smiled quietly, taking that excuse as your only chance to leave and waving goodbye with a shaky hand as you quickly darted out of the room.

Avoiding Melissa the rest of the week was hard, you didn't even know why you were doing it! You just couldn't get over how embarrassed you felt everything you were around the older redhead.

But you knew you couldn't avoid her for long, not only had she probably tracked down where you had been going for lunch everyday, but she was bringing her nephew to a private martial arts class that only you were teaching.

It didn't make matters any better when your car broke down in front of the school when it was only just you and Melissa left on the campus.

"Fuck..." You muttered, putting your head on your hands as you sighed, leaning on the car while shutting your eyes in frustration knowing you'd have to ask your stupid school girl crush for help.

Luckily for you, the redhead was only a few parking spots away and had just left the building.

"Y/n? You good?" Melissa asked, walking over to you as she noticed your frustrated expression, trying to ignore her urge to ask where the hell you had been and why you had been avoiding her for the past week

You shook your head in dismay, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"No...my stupid ass car broke down," You mumbled just loud enough for the woman to hear, causing her to walk over and wrap a hand around your waist.

"Here I'll take you to the studio, we are both going there are we not?" She smirked as to try and get you to laugh, but only managed to make you blush like a schoolgirl who just got asked to play spin the bottle with her crush.

You nodded, sitting down in Melissa's car as she opened the door before she got in on her side, a hand sliding to your thigh as she turned on the car, the sounds of the 70s radio filing your ears before it suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, I'm a little old," The redhead blushed, turning off the radio as she pulled out of her parking space before putting her hand back on your thigh.

You quickly switched it back on, and you quickly shot a soft smile in the woman's direction.

"No please dont apologize, if you like it, keep it on!" You beamed, your endearing smile making the woman who was currently holding your thigh blush a bit harder.

Melissa reciprocated the smile much to your surprise, and you two sat in the car in peaceful silence, your hand creeping up to caress Melissa's as a silent gesture of gratitude for her kindness.

Once you two got back to Melissa's house where her nephew was, who you recognized as one of your more troublemaker students, Wilson, the three of you finally headed to to studio, beginning to finally all talk to each other.

"So you're dating Y/n huh Aunt Melissa?" Wilson asked with a fat smirk on his face.

Before you could even say anything, you were cut off by your co worker speaking in a very stern voice.

"Master Y/n, you will respect them, won't you hon?" She asked, not in a scary way but in a 'I mean business' way. "And no, we aren't dating,"

The blond nodded, looking out the window at that passing trees as you and Melissa began to talk.

"You know, you look really nice in your uniform hon," The redhead complemented you before realizing something. "Hey don't you need it for the class?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the complement you didn't think was true.

"It'll be just us, I'll be able to get away with wearing a spare summer one, " You explained, squeezing Melissa's hand slightly as she went back to resting it on your thigh.

"Yeah...you guys are 100% not dating," Wilson scoffed with a smirk, to which the both of you gave the young man a death glare that shut him up.

Once you guys had finally arrived, you sat Melissa down on the bench where she could watch and you gave her a clipboard incase she had any work to do before you went into the camp room to get changed.

Wilson turned around and looked at his aunt, a small pure smile forming on his face instead of his usual cocky smirk.

"You really like them don't you?" He asked Melissa, to which the older woman replied with just a simple sigh.

"You could say that..." She responded.

"You know they're single right?" The blond reminded his aunt as he began to stretch.

"I know I just-" Melissa tried to reply before the sound of you coming out from the other room emerged.

"Hey, you ready to get started?" You asked Wilson, walking onto the mat as you revealed just what you looked like in the summer uniform to Melissa, making the green-eyed woman look away as to not accidentally start staring at your figure.

Wilson nodded, and the two of you quickly began on working on different types of kicks and forms, focusing all your attention on helping the kid improve, meanwhile Melissa had all her attention you.

She looked at you with love in her eyes, and she simply just knew she was in love with you the moment you had indirectly shown her how good you were with kids for the first time.

Sure, she always thought you were endearing when the kids would gush about you being a cool vice principal, but this was different in some way. She didnt just want you to be her partner. She wanted you to be hers. The more she looked at you, the more she just wanted to kiss your lips and make you feel amazing.

Little did she know you felt the same way.

The older woman always capitavted you with how she carried herself when she was going through different emotions, how she helped kids who seemed helpless, just everything about the redhead truly made you feel like a fan gushing over the newest celebrity.

"Hey its time to go," You heard an unfamiliar voice say as you helped the kid next to you with his roundhouse kicks.

"Excuse me, who are you?" You asked sternly, putting yourself in front of Wilson.

"I'm his mother, Kristin Marie? Do you not remember me you big bimbo?" The blonde woman asked you, giving you a second before you finally recognized her when Melissa stood up.

"Kristin I said it ended at 6:30 not 5:30 you dumbass," Melissa sighed in annoyance.

"Oh my god- I must have made a mistake of some sort I-" You tried to apologize, before Melissa cut you off by pressing her finger to your lips while still facing her sister.

"Youse can leave if you want to, but you and that lazy eye are paying me back," She said sternly before watching Kristin Marie and Wilson leave,

You sighed, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"I'm so sorry Melissa I'll get you a refund I didn't know that she would show up," You explained, leaning back on the wall before getting back up again to fsce the red head woman who had now also stood up from her seat on the bench.

"No need to do that hon, you can just teach me," Melissa shrugged, tossing off her coat at shoes perfectly on a chair with a slight smug smirk that made you feel absolutely soaked in your underwear.

"Are you sure...?" You asked nervously, anxious about having to get close to the woman.

"Mhm, y'know I would have done it with you earlier had you had just asked me and not everyone else," She crossed her arms, licking her lips for good measure as she looked you up and down which somehow made you feel even more turned on.

You chuckle nervously, brushing off the comment before speaking again.

"So what do you want to learn?" You asked with a smile.

"Why don't you show me your...hmm...how about your roundhouse kick?" Melissa replied,

"Uh okay?" You said with a confused and curious tone evident in your vocals.

You got into a kicking stance, before throwing a somewhat hard roundhouse kick at Melissa, only for the older woman to grab your kicking leg and pinning you onto the wall, cupping your face tightly with her other free hand as she continued to lift up your leg.

"Eep...!" You squeaked, blushing massively as you looked away, not wanting to fight back. "M-Melissa...what are you doing?" You whimpered, confused by the sudden boldness of the woman pinning you against the wall.

"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to slap me, push me away, or whatever you want to do...alright?" She asked before slamming your lips together, "But I don't think you'll refuse this..."

You knew what she meant, and all you wanted was what you were doing now.

You cupped her face with one of your hands, wrapping the other around her waist and up her shirt to tug on her bra.

"Want you..." You mumbled, looking at Melissa with pleading eyes as your thighs rubbed together to create any kind of friction to get some pleasure from.

"Need you..." Was all Melissa replied, taking off your shirt and admiring your sweaty yet toned body from all the working out.

The older woman wasted no time at the thought that this was her chance to finally make you feel as good, as good as you had always made her feel when you were stuck in her head on those lonely nights with just her and her fingers. She quickly began to nop at the skin on your neck, leaving hickeys trailed across your most sensitive spots which only left you more of a moaning mess.

"God your moans are so intoxicating, it's beautiful," Melissa praised you, her eyes trailing your figure as she slid off your pants and shoved you down onto your knees. "And Jesus Christ Y/n, you look so hot all sweaty and tired from a workout...it just makes me want to make you have a whole other type of workout,"

She quickly also sat down on a collection of mats in front of you and spread her legs, turning you a bright red color.

"You may be a master here, but tonight I'll be your mistress..." She smirked, pulling your hair softly towards her as you eagerly took off her pants and slid them away from her body, selfishly burying your mouth into the woman's cunt, but not before you slid off her panties using your teeth only.

You whimpered softly as your tongue met the woman's pussy, she tasted so addicted and you wanted more, you wanted to keep hearing her praises and moans that left her lips.

"Nygh...yeah angel, you're doing good, keep going..." She moaned as the shock waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

You continued to eat the woman out with pure passion with each movement your body made, obscene and lewd slurping and licking noises filling the room you usually got your energy or frustration out in other ways.

"Mistress...you taste so good..." You muttered, eyes looking up to meet Melissa's sweaty and blush covered face.

"Complement me later hon, make me cum first," She replied in a demanding tone, her eyes looking down at you before they rolled back into her head from the pleasure.

You nodded and continued to flick at her clit, sliding two of your fingers inside of the redheads beautiful pussy as she moaned loudly from how good you were making her feel.

"Fuck yes~! Angel I'm close don't stop~!!" Melissa exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand as the other kept a tight hold on your head so that you wouldn't stop.

You continued to slurp up all of her cum as Melissa moaned out her orgasm for a couple more minutes, only to be stopped when Melissa pushed you down stomach first into the air.

You let a whimper escape your lips at the loss of warmth and sudden feeling of hitting the mat below you, your mouth and chest were covered in Melissa's doing, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mistress...what are you going to do?" You asked with a pleading yet curious tone.

Melissa smirked and slapped her hand across your ass, making you moan loudly at the sudden sting.

"Ass up," She demanded, still keeping her soft voice that she only used for you.

You did as told, and were immediately met with the reward of three of Melissa's fingers entering your tight hole.

You managed to choke out a moan as a string of profanities and whimpers left you lips, your pussy engulfing Melissa's fingers as tightly as possible, making it slightly harder for Melissa to move faster.

"Damn princess, you are tight...aren't you baby?" She asked as she sped up the pace of her fingers that were pumping into your pretty hole

You nodded, loud moans and cries of ecstacy leaving your mouth as you felt your climax coming.

Melissa smirked as her fingers felt themselves becoming harder to move thanks to your approaching orgasm, and she just curled them perfectly so that they hit your g-spot, making you scream out her name.

"MELISSA PLEASE!" You screamed, only to met with another slap to your ass.

"Mistress." She corrected you, continuing to smirk as she knew you're climax was coming.

"I'M SORRY MISTRESS PLEASE JUST DONT STOP!" You exclaimed, tears beginning to fall from your eyes and onto the mat below.

"I'm not Angel, go ahead and come for me, I want to taste you all over my fingers," She cooed, rubbing your reddened ass with her other hand that wasn't inside you.

You wasted no time after hearing that, and you just lost all composure as you let out a loud moan and fell perfectly on the mat as you came, Melissa sliding her fingers out of her as you did so.

The red head licked her fingers clean of your cum before pulling you up and putting you on her lap, rubbing your pussy in circles to help soothe the ache you had from such a huge climax.

"Did I make you feel good Angel?" Melissa asked, occasionally bringing her hand up to her mouth to lock off the sticky mess that had collected onto her fingers.

"M-Mhm..." You mumbled, burying your face in her shoulder as you blushed softly.

"So now do you wanna ask me to work out with you?" The green-eyed woman teased,

You nodded very admitally, and you shoved your face in her breasts as if they were pillows.

"I dont know why I didn't sooner..."

[b0r3dtod3ath]

No brakes, part 1

Summary: Every time Y/N has been featured in a “No Brakes” episode (1,2,4,5)

F1 Masterlist 

Word count: 1.25k I think

Warnings (also mentioned before every paragraph): Mentions of working out; a sex joke; mentions of body dysmorphia

Ep. 1 

Daniel had a few weeks in between races and he decided to take you on a trip to Austria. He has been there many times and he wanted you to know how beautiful this country is. The trip was full of bike rides, hiking, and eating schnitzels. After a few days of vacation Daniel started recording a Youtube series called “No brakes”.

You decided to go for a hike. After an hour of climbing a semi-tall mountain you were greeted with an amazing view. You wanted to take a closer look at how high above the ground you actually were. You were about to get closer to the edge when you felt a pair of hands grabbing you “Please be careful. If you were to fall I would jump”. The strong need to keep you safe would often result in Daniel shouting at people. He’s not an irascible person but when it comes to you he has no limits. 

“We are gonna scare them. We’re doing something really cool.” All the camera could see was a smiling face hidden in the bush. You were going down at your own pace, careful not to slip, so you were a bit behind most of the group. It was around noon, green trees hid you from direct sunlight allowing a slight breeze to pass through. As you walked down a small path a group of four people jumped from the bushes. After a short mini heart attack you started dying of laughter causing everyone to laugh too. 

“You want to go up the mountain in the evening and watch the sunset? A few locals said it was really good.” Daniel lowered his voice a bit as you were sitting at a table, eating lunch with a bunch of other guys and his offer was to you only. A lot of the time you were surrounded by other people but he always made sure you two could have a moment alone during the day. He is a busy guy but he always tries to find some quality time for his lover. Whether it’s 15 minutes in his driver’s room before a race or a full evening after a race week. He likes to make sure that he is not distracted, so he would mute his phone and focus on you. 

As you were climbing the mountain, Danny was humming a song that has been stuck in his head for the past few days. At this point you could probably recite the full lyric because you have heard it so many times. “I’m glad you like it here.” says Daniel “Yea, we should come here more often. I think you should rest more, overall.” You were always scared of Daniel overworking himself. You knew being a driver was a hard job and you didn’t want him to feel burned out. You were always there for him. Always gave as much space as he wanted, always gave a shoulder to cry on after a terrible race. You two always cared for each other. 

Ep. 2 (tw: mentions of working out, a sex joke)

Next video featured preparing for the race in Monaco. Daniel was just about to leave the place you were staying in. “I’m going to do a quick workout.” he says, grabbing your waist and kissing your cheek. He always did it before he left. “Oh! By the way, I’m gonna go for a run. I just feel like doing a quick cardio, I don’t know. I just feel this energy.” His lips form the characteristic smile “I thought we were going to do cardio tonight”. He squeezes your hip as you respond “Don’t get your hopes up, Ricciardo. Now go, Michael is probably waiting.” Daniel only moves closer to kiss you. His hands on his hips - trying to convince you that his trainer can wait. You suddenly pull back “Go!”. “Okay, okay. Don’t forget your phone when you go out! I love you.” he laughed. You always had each other’s location shared. He wasn’t controlling you by any means, he just wanted to know you’re safe when you are not with him.

Ep. 4 (singer!reader; solange lyrics; tw: mentions of body dysmorphia) 

You always wanted Daniel to be on your album, even before you two started dating. He always pushed it off saying that he isn’t a good singer but you would find ways to feature him in other ways. You wanted him to read one of the sentences that really got stuck in your mind. He said it one night when you weren’t feeling the best in your body. He knew something was off but he didn’t want to push you. He noticed a pattern when your self confidence was a bit low. Little things that you didn’t pay attention to but he used to read you like an open book. He would always make sure to treat you even better than usual. He would treat you like a literal goddess. He would run you a bath, wash your hair, shower you with kisses constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were.

 It was just gonna be a half a minute interlude. His voice would be a bit edited so it would sound more dreamy. “Ok, so you go in there and you just read this.” You said giving him a piece of paper and pointing at a recording booth. He didn’t really look at the paper until the mic was recording. You gave him a thumbs up and he started to read “Do you realize how magnificent you are? The god that created you is a divine architect. That created the moon, the sun, the stars, Jupiter, Mars, Pluto, Venus. You are the walking embodiment of god consciousness.” As soon as he realized these are the words that he said he instantly started smiling. You did a couple of takes in case and told him to come back. “Aw! I didn’t know you remembered what I said that night!” he pulled you into a hug. He got a bit emotional to be honest. “Are you kidding me? That was the most beautiful thing you have ever came up with. You are gonna get credit for that. A beautiful “Daniel Ricciardo” written in the writers’ rubric.”.

Ep. 5

Daniel loved to impress you by doing donuts. He was about to park when an idea popped in his mind- he could get some extra footage as well as impress you. You were looking at your phone as you felt the car moving unusually, you knew what was going on. You turned to face your boyfriend and gave him a look that told more than words. He started laughing as he saw you in the corner of his eye.

You were supposed to meet Jenson and watch him and Daniel drive go karts. “You sure you don’t want to try? I can teach you.” says Daniel as he is done changing into his racing suit “Nah, I’m good. Don’t worry” you say. Danny always wanted to involve you in everything but you didn’t want to be stuck to him if that makes sense. You would show up to his races and support him but you weren’t really the first one to be on camera. He always respected that but didn’t want you to feel left out.

[theupstairskid]

Thinking about Buck's coma dream and I realized that, despite what Buck's dream tells him, there's a good chance that Buck would have still been heavily ignored by his parents regardless of if Daniel had lived or not.

Full disclosure I'm an only child so I don't have personal experience with sibling dynamics, but I think the show has given me enough evidence to support my theory/speculation.

First we start with the fact that Evan Buckley's entire existence is linked to and a condition of Daniel's health. For Philip and Margaret Buckley, Evan Buckley is and always will be a reminder of Daniel. Buck's coma dream gives us an idea of what Buck thinks Daniel might have looked like as an adult but we will never actually know. So maybe it's a physical resemblance or simply the conditions surrounding Buck's birth or both, but every time the Buckley's have looked at Evan they see Daniel. (I hope they get to a point where they see Buck for Buck and it seems like we might be heading there, but I'm only using information from the show up to the point of the lightning strike/coma.)

So the link between Daniel and Buck is simply this, if Daniel had been healthy Evan would not exist. If Daniel never had leukemia, Evan Buckley would have never been born. Sure, for argument sake we can say that maybe at some point Philip and Margaret would have wanted to expand their family, but based on my interpretation of the show the ONLY reason they had a third child was to make a match for Daniel so that he could have the bone marrow transplant. It seems to me that they were happy with their two children and had no original intention to have a third. (I also personally believe that if Buck hadn't been a match they would have tried for another child until they found a match, given their level of desperation.) And even if they did have a third child in this situation where they already have the family they wanted/planned there's no guarantee it would have been Buck since the conditions would have changed and the timing would have been off.

Now let's follow the path of the coma dream: in this scenario Daniel had leukemia, the Buckley's had Buck to save Daniel and Buck actually fulfilled the conditions of his birth. He saved his brother.

Buck is an unreliable narrator, we've seen a few examples of this throughout the show, and on top of that this dream starts out as sort of a wish fulfillment, a look at what could have been if the family tragedy never happened. In actuality it's kind of a "Sliding Doors" type situation where we learn what might have become of everyone else had Buck not gone through what he did and entered their lives the way he did.

But basically in his dream, Buck saves his brother and the Buckley family seems to be a strong family unit. The Buckley parents aren't distant or conditional with their affection and they are, for all intents and purposes, the parents Buck always wanted. Buck has the family he's always wanted. Semi-related, I'm actually curious about what made the entire Buckley clan, Doug included, move to California. The Doug thing is especially interesting given that you'd think he would want to separate Maddie from her family and having them be on the opposite coast would be perfect for that. But maybe since the Buckley bond is so strong since Daniel didn't die, maybe he had no choice but to go along with it. Also interesting is that the parents Buckley don't seem to dislike Doug in the dream like they do in real life.

I think it's pretty obvious that Buck's coma dream is an ideal fantasy, at least at the beginning. Until he realizes that Maddie is still with Doug, Bobby is dead, and Eddie's parents took custody of Christopher. (Which are all things Buck directly influenced)

Because I think that if Daniel had actually lived, Buck would have still been ignored and neglected. Sure the Buckley's could love and adore him as the savior baby and dote on him for saving his brother's life, but what I think is more likely is that they would still continue to focus all of their attention onto Daniel and Buck would get pushed to the wayside anyway. Daniel will need to recover and need more tests and treatments to make sure that the transplant worked after all. Daniel is still the child they wanted. Evan Buckley is the child they needed to save the one they wanted. As they say in the show, he's spare parts.

Even in the dream we see that Buck's conjuration of Daniel is somewhat domineering. He's stubborn and dismissive of other's concerns, certain that he's right. He doesn't really listen. He butts heads with Doug because they're both doing the "Alpha male" posturing thing. It could just be older brother behavior, but since this is really Buck talking to Buck, there's an implication that Buck knows would've always been deferring to Daniel had he lived.

I'm not sure if Maddie would also get pushed further aside, but I do think that Maddie would have had to take up parenting Buck anyway even if Daniel had lived. I think that Buck would have still hurt himself for attention and learned that his parents' love is conditional even if he had saved their beloved son, because: "No one has time to play with you; Daniel needs to rest, Evan." "We won't make it to your game, Evan, we need to take Daniel to the doctors." "Maddie is going to pick you up from school, Evan, we need to take care of Daniel." "Don't touch those Evan! Those belong to Daniel." "Oh this is our son Daniel, he's a leukemia survivor. Our amazing boy."

Evan Buckley was always going to be in Daniel Buckley's shadow regardless of if he lived or died.

[salmonwaterbottle]

Another thing about IWTV that I don’t think everyone understands is that at its core it is showing that there are no perfect victims in real life (which is sadly some even the mainstream doesn’t fully understand).

Lestat was a victim of Magnus that is a fact but he also mistreated Louis, Claudia, and Armand one to the point of breaking his body which took months to heal and mocking another for their assault.

Armand is a victim of pedophillia, trafficking, and colonization but he also played a large part in Claudia’s death and even planned to have Louis die as well. He also kept Daniel in an apartment for 5-6 days to mentally and semi-physically torture him.

Claudia was a victim of Bruce but she also is happily shown to kill people taking pleasure in hunting humans.

Louis was a victim to both Lestat and Armand to some degree but he also treated them terribly. He engaged with a fight with Lestat and manically laughed as he told him how he was going to kill him. He mocked Armand for been groomed as a child when engaged in a verbal fight. He disregarded Claudia in favor of getting his dick wet several times.

All these people are victims in one way or another but they are also TERRIBLE people which the point. The story is about people who, willing or not, have forgone their humanity and act as such. They all do terrible things to each other and others for one reason or another and that’s why this show is so good. My favorite character is Louis and I personally love when we get to see him snap because he can be vindictive and cruel but it shows him as a person and we get to watch Louis himself sit in the fact that he wasn’t always the good guy. To try and justify these people’s actions as right or moral all the time is honestly a disservice to these characters.

It doesn’t make you evil to like complex immoral characters. Just relax and watch the show…

[astronicht]

viking au, max/daniel f1🫶

Hopefully you came into this anticipating the wall of text 💜

1. The summer that Max was ten years old, the raids went far to the south, through the Pillars of Hercules and into the Mediterranean— because this literally happened like Vikings in fact did this. Theoretically Vikings could have seen Monaco! Anyway. This was memorable not because it was his first season — it was his second, he started a little young — but because it was the first time he stole something for himself on a raid. So, Max saw the coast from Narbonne and Pisa. And Max stole two cats on a raid of a town whose name he did not know, but where people died fast enough that a boy could dodge into a house with searching hands.

Back home, people sometimes laugh and ask if he saved his spoiled cats from the pelt-sellers, who raise cats for their fur (sorry i know i wanted sexy viking “i stole my dutch wife” stuff and instead i give u this canonical Viking-era Danish practice SORRY). He always corrects this: “no, I went out viking and i stole them.” People usually think this is a joke. Their names are Jamti and Saxi, because of course Max does not know their original names. (these are both boy names but whatever, his cats are named after Monaco clubs, what do you want me to do about it).

2. Daniel’s folks are from Sicily and Calabria; let’s put him in Calabria, which is partly Byzantine Greek ruled by Constantinople and partly Arab; he would call himself Roman (meaning Byzantium, the Eastern Empire) and speaks Greek, probably, with a smattering of Arabic that is mostly slang. He is weirdly bad at it. (Sicily was entirely Berber Muslim at this point with a large Byzantine Greek population, by the by, and would later be conquered by the descendants of the Vikings, so I guess that’s a whole different AU). Daniel, for his part, was not stolen from his home; his father was not killed, his mother and sister are presumably well. It is simply that he could not sit quietly in a warm place that would have loved him fine. Oops!

3. They meet for real in the town of Jorvik, which is a river city in what will later be England. Christian warned Daniel ahead of time that they were taking on a new kid, implied that there was a favor owed. Daniel’s met the father, and like, fair enough. Pay Jos back for whatever and steer clear, in Daniel’s opinion, and Daniel and Christian usually agree. Max arrives with a set face and carrying his cats — who are 16% smaller than modern cats but still fucking heavy and sliding around unhappily — in a wicker basket that he carries up the hill from the river himself, his doeskin boots sliding in the muck. A few of the guys tell Max he can get mousers here, why carry these? Daniel, who had been in the city for three years now, tells him he should have taken the old Roman stone road. Max is unamused, but at least Daniel was (unwittingly) the helpful one. They are overwintering together in a house down by the other river. Max is seventeen.

3.a Christian’s debt owed was to Max’s mum. Daniel doesn’t know this.

4. Daniel does otherwise know a lot about Christian, because he helped the ironically named Christian Hornbære (also written as Hyrne), once a minor Northumbrian thane, to throw his lot in with the Danes (vikings), take a Dane wife, turn on his compatriots, and sack the place. Christian has remembered this loyalty ever since. This will come up later!

5. Okay since everyone has been patient i WILL play up one sexy (?) viking trope and like. At some point it’s spring and just prior to the beginning of raiding season and the first early little harvest has come in so Christian is hosting a feast before they all go off to do some genuinely heinous shit, and the expectation is absolutely that Christian’s boys get to fuck in this semi-public way in the longhouse. And Max and Daniel are two of the stars of the show, right, so it’s a sort of champagne room situation, only it becomes increasingly clear to Daniel, who is btw barely holding everything together, that Max is absolutely relying on him to get through this. Like everyone in this long dark room has been drinking for two days and Max is watching Daniel to see what he’s going to do, and Daniel is terrified to realize Max watching is the only reason he’s getting hard, etc. They fuck women side by side. It’s a mess! They get off, by which i mean daniel watches Max get off and then fakes his but watching max was the best part. After a bit Daniel goes outside bc he thinks he’s going to be sick but he’s not and he just sits on the new wet grass. Max comes out looking for him and somehow they end up just like. sitting in the wet grass and Max lets Daniel hold him and it’s the only thing that calms Daniel down that entire year, it feels like.

6. The emotional narrative here is like. The inherent tragedy of wanting to be the best, wanting to be beloved, wanting a crowd to know your name, and the outlet available to you is a small, brutal, violent activity. Not because there is absolutely no other option— the Viking Diaspora is one of the widest worlds to have existed; there was a rigid social structure, but one with lots of little odd corners and loopholes. But the tragedy comes in any time and place when no one thinks to tell you this. Max’s cats — stolen from the dead, but themselves simply just cats, just little animals that kill birds for food or to show you love — are kind of the nexus of this, somehow. No idea how I would resolve it, frankly, which is partly because i have to write things to know what they’re gonna say!

Further notes: in this verse Alex Albon’s granddad somehow got caught up in the Battle of Talas, probably on the side of the Tibetan Empire and the Caliphate but who knows, politics are big complicated. Like many Talas veterans’ families he lives in Baghdad right now with his mum and his siblings and he’s often very tired. Look if a Tang Chinese general could get lost in Ethiopia for a bit after the Battle of Talas then Alex Albon could be doomed to watch a really weird viking funeral on the banks of the Caspian during a trade mission to meet up with his father. Shit happens to him. Why is that nude viking man holding a torch and covering his anus?? We will never know bc Alex + Ibn Fadlan’s translator wisely chose not to show up that day. Alternatively Alex IS Ibn Fadlan’s translator, which explains why he is very tired.

what the fuck is this one! thanks for playing. i spent two hours researching domestic housecat dispersal theories.

[sserajeans]

dogs and cats | dani's cats

kang haerin (@/kangyangiz) '06 - istp, school of life sciences: biology, a member of skku's dance troupe, HATES the outdoors, loves her own peace and quiet but she doesn't need a social battery when it comes to her friends, came from the same high school as danielle and eunchae and has known eunchae since they were born, volunteers at the animal shelter sometimes, adores cats (she finds dogs too rowdy), is familiar with minji as they're from the same department

hanni pham (@/hakneep) '04 - infp, school of performing arts: music, also childhood/family friends with y/n and jake (just not as close as those 2 but they're comfortable!), has a youtube channel and posts covers & vlogs!! (semi celeb for them tbh), like(d)(?) y/n for a bit, you'd think she's extroverted when you see her with her friends but she's quite awkward w strangers

hong eunchae (@/hecthegoat) '06 - isfp, school of life sciences: forestry, bothering haerin is probably her full-time job, easygoing, gets along with anyone and everyone! (is she really an introvert?), friends with haerin since forever and was the one who convinced her to join the dance troupe, loves playing cupid for her friends whether they like it or not

yang jungwon (@/y9ngjwon) '04 - isfj, school of humanities: literature, super shy super shy, has a circle with his guy friends but he's closest to the girls, in the taekwondo team, an actual angel w devil tendencies, the type to act straight to protect his friends, sulks everytime they have to drop him off at the boys' residence compound bc he said the communal bathrooms stink like crazy

danielle marsh (@/mojjidani) '05 - enfp, school of business: business communications, the bridge between everyone & their only extrovert (god save them), shares classes with hanni and jungwon, high school friends with eunchae and haerin, got along so well with y/n on orientation day finding out they lived in the same city yet they never got to know each other, actual ball of sunshine everyone just loves her and being around her

masterlist. next.

taglist: @yyeonmis @jiwoneiric @hhongchae @lesleepyyy @rangf @limbforalimb @sofakingwoso @awkwardtoafault @rdfgfv @manooffline @mightymyo @imthisclosetokms @masuowo @khaepriv @haerinkisser

[joels-darlin]

Braces

Pairings: Jack Daniels x f!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, bondage, restraints, consensual sex, rope bondage, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (female receiving), rough kissing, kinks, kink exploration

Summary: You have one request for Jack and it involves a very special accessory in your favourite room.

Word count: 1,693

Author Note:  Oh hello! I have returned and I'm back on my shit. Sorry if this is bad but I am rusty af and getting back into writing again has been an journey. Only one way to start it and that is with everyone's favourite cowboy, Jack Daniels!! This piece was written with someone special in mind. You know who you are and hope you enjoy it, sorry I kept you waiting so long! ❤ I did it though, I finally wrote for that damn cowboy! Also, special thanks to my good friend B who helped me with this and gave the push I needed to finish it! ❤ Credit to @lady-bess for the amazing mood board for this fic❤

Enjoy all and any feedback is appreciated, thankyou!

Jack knew what he was doing.

Teasing.

And he loved every single minute of it.

It all started the second he plucked the braces out of the drawer, knowing quite well the response it would elicit from you. A cheeky smirk plastered across his face as you lay in bed, still worn out from this morning’s escapades, as he donned his Statesman attire for a day in the office. Feeling the heat rising on your already flushed cheeks, but also between your legs at the thought of him using his braces for something else.

Which lead to this moment. Jack had barely been through the door a minute and you were on him, not a single word uttered between you both. Arms slung around his neck pulling him as close as possible to your frame. Lips connected together in a fight for dominance, barely taking a moment to stop for a breath. Knowing exactly what you wanted, the cowboy, and damn you were having him.

The kissing continued feverishly. Jack slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth in ways you could’ve never imagined, making you moan wanton.

“Sugar, tell me what you want?” he said softly, moving his hand to take your chin softly between his thumb and forefinger, guiding it up slowly so you could lock eyes with his.

“Can you maybe tie me up…withyourbraces?” the words coming out in one jumbled mess, nerves clearly taking over. Throughout your relationship there had never been a time where you had been scared to ask Jack for anything, but this was uncharted territory, something as a couple you had never tried before.

“Try that again darlin’, slower for me hmm” he said, guiding the words out of you slowly, desperate to hear what was going through that pretty little head of yours. Flashing Jack a small smile in return you took a short but deep breath in before trying again.

“I want you to…tie me up with the…braces” you stuttered, feeling the blush creeping on your already flushed cheeks at the request.

Jack grinned wide gazing down on you, those brown orbs darkening further, gently taking your hands in his, he spoke softly.

“Sugar, you remember your safe word right? I’m only doing this if you are 100 percent with it okay?” Nodding in earnest at him, you wanted this. Oh so badly. Within seconds you were hiked up and over his shoulder, a loud slap sound bouncing off the walls of the room as his hand made contact with the semi-bare skin of your ass.

“Damn cowboy” you muttered, a deep chuckle coming from the man as you headed for the bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door he slammed you roughly against it, kissing each other feverishly; peeling what very little clothing adorned your body in-between breaths. You stood naked, Jack still dressed in the same shirt and pants he donned earlier in the day. Abandoning the kissing for a moment, chests heaving and frantically trying to catch your breath. More importantly the braces were still on, trying your hardest not to physically drool at the sight.

“Now darlin’ I’m gonna ask one last time, are you sure?” Those dark brown orbs gazing down at you again, a hint of warmth and lust shining brightly through.

“Yes Jack, pleaseeee” virtually begging. Knowing that was something he could not resist, a simple nod to give the signal to get on the bed; not far behind.

Unhooking the braces one at a time from the clasps at his waist, discarding them on the quilt, both items coming off with a snap. A sound that only got you even more aroused, the burning in your lower stomach set alight once again, legs parting at the sight of watching him.

“Good girl” he muttered, his low and gravely tone sending a shockwave to your centre.

Taking your left wrist between his palms Jack lay soft, gentle kisses on the skin. For a man with such a hard and stern aura about him, when it came to you he was loving and tender. One thing you adored about your cowboy, watching in awe as he removed his lips from your wrist, picking up the brace from the bed.

The coolness of the material took you by surprise at first, making contact with the bare skin. Jack gently putting the first restraint around your left wrist before securing it to the headboard. Proceeding to then do the same with the opposite, arms now suspended above you and tied firmly in place. Hovering over you Jack gently kissed your lips, venturing further down your body leaving soft kisses in his wake, to the place you needed it mostly.

The dull ache in your wrists was only adding to the burning desire in your lower stomach. Every sense heightened as his lips attacked your skin in a frenzied haste, kissing and weaving his way down. Then he hit the sweet spot. Tongue lightly glancing over the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you writhe and scream out in pleasure; back arching off the bed. Jack going down on you was one thing, but doing it whilst you couldn’t touch him? Torture. But in a good way. Pulling against the restraints the bed shook abruptly, wrists crying out in pain as you fought against them. A loud crash of the metal headboard against the wall pulling his focus.

“Sugar…behave” Jack warned. He could feel you trembling with excitement making him pause briefly, the loss of his tongue from your clit making you whine out in frustration. How could you possibly act normal when you have a cowboy between your legs, lapping away at your core like it was his last meal. To make things worse you couldn’t even touch him.

“Jack, please…just…” words leaving your lips in a breathy manner. Forgetting about the braces, you move arms to reach out, the headboard jolting again with a loud thud as you pulled against the restraints. Another groan leaving your lips making Jack giggle mischievously from below. You were getting riled up now, wanting nothing more than to have your man make you scream and writhe as you come undone underneath him. But no, he was taking the slow route tonight, making a mental note to get payback next time for the games he was playing.

“Sugar, this what you want?”

Completely fixated eyes on the cowboy as he sat back on his knees. Watching with intent he reached down into his boxers pulling out his already hard, weeping cock.

“Jack, pleaseeeee” you needed him and begging was the only way to get it. Stopping yourself from moaning loudly at the sheer sight of his hard member. Wrapping his hand around his length Jack gave it a few pumps, soft whimpers leaving his lips; hand moving up and down slowly.

Jack leant down crowding your body, aligning at your entrance. Teasing once again he swiped the head of his cock through your soaking wet folds, nudging your already sensitive clit lightly making you gasp.

Without any warning Jack thrust into you hard completely filling you to the hilt, which had you crying out in pleasure. His length reaching the places only he was made to reach. Jack rolled his hips down into you roughly never missing a beat, moans tumbling from you at speed and volume; the hot, burning desire spreading through you like a wildfire. You had already been close whilst he was eating away at your core but now, who even knows how long you were going to last.

“Darlin’, look at you taking me so well…made for me” Jack grunted, continuing to pound into you at alarming speed. The peak was approaching fast for the both of you, Jack's movements getting sloppier at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock.

He loved watching your body and how it reacted to every move and every touch. Of course not forgetting those beautiful moans that tumbled from your lips, which echoed around the room only spurring him on further.

Jack was so close. The sounds of you moaning his name and watching his cock sink in and out of your soaked cunt, were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

“Darlin’ not gonna…last long” words leaving his lips in gasps as he tumbled closer and closer.

“Come for me Jack…inside…I’m gonna-”

That encouragement was all he needed and after a couple more hard thrusts, you both come undone. Walls throbbing around him milking his cock as he spurted ropes of cum deep inside of you. Both moaning each other’s names in unison. Flopping down on top of you, you both took a moment to recover. The sounds of both your frantic breaths filling the room as you come down from your high.

Jack was the first to move, realising you were still tied up his hands went straight to the restraints freeing your wrists. Fingers softly caressing over the red marks on the skin there. Scooping you up into his arms, he carefully manoeuvred to sit back against the headboard, you sat in his lap head tucked into the crook of his neck. The blanket now around you both. Jack didn’t just give his everything during sex, the aftercare was on another level. Always making sure you were comfortable, had snacks and were hydrated.

“Everything okay sugar?”

“Yeah Jacky, that was everything I needed and more been thinking about it for a while…thankyou” you giggled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. Ducking your head further into the crook of his neck to hide. Feeling the slight shaking of his frame as he chuckled along with you.

Leaning down Jack pressed a light kiss in your hair, fingers tracing comforting patterns along the soft skin of your arms. Moving from his neck you closed the small gap between you, stealing a few chaste kisses. Leaning back, eyes locking with his, you smiled widely at your cowboy.

“Anytime sugar, I love you” he whispered softly.

It was then that you decided the braces were definitely being put to use again.

[torirosso]

felt brave might delete later lol

virgin!daniel in his senior year who is telling everyone at school that he has sex every day with a different girl bc he is a 'real stud' like that.

'yeeeah girls are diggin me i mean who blames them just look at this handsome face mate. it also helps that my dick game is A+ haha'

in reality he is too shy to even watch porn let alone touch another person in an intimate way

he didnt even have his 'real' first kiss yet

he just touched lips once last year with that nerdy but cool looking girl that made for him his history project in exchange for a bag of chips and a can of coke. and even then he kinda freaked out muttered a quick thanks shoved the goods into her hands and left the scene. he also forgot to take the papers from her and had to hastily scribble something up on the next period for the project bc he needed to hand it in that day and there was no way he would talk to her again after that (and he will deny everything she says about the incident).

he is a lucky bastard. the girl took a pity on him and left the papers in his locker (also attached her number bc why not give a chance to that awkward handsome fella who has a lovely smile but also is a fraud. who blames her?) anyway he handed in the assignment he paid for just in time, got a good grade.

he ended up talking to the girl again, asking her on a date just to make her forget their previous embarrassing encounter. he took her to the beach, was very polite and charming the whole time and somehow on that day he realised he was checking out more dudes that girls. (he just shrugged it off, who cares he was just assessing the competition! definitely not checking them out LIKE THAT and he definitely did not go into the water at some point just to hide a semi when he saw two dudes make out near them). he walked her home like a real gentleman but she leaned in for a kiss so he awkwardly shook her hand and stumbled back nearly falling off of the porch. (next day he told the guys she was not dtf which is like unheard of but he met her father who is a k9 officer (he had a huge german shepherd at home!) and yeah he seemed very strict with her so its not her fault really, he doesnt blame her and anyway its her loss!)

so he maintains his 'reputation' somehow, avoids this girls like the plague and starts to question his sexuality.

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[unluckyhoneybee]

Pick up the pieces (Daniel Ricciardo)

Years have gone by, have things changed? Angst+Smut.

Note: Requested. **Flashbacks** will be a big part of the story. It's long as usual.

Warnings: Christian H*rner. Toxic shit. Alcohol. +18. Semi-public.

There he was, looking happy, handsome and proud of himself. Back on his blue clothes and a microphone on his hand, Daniel was giving a speech, saying how much he missed everyone, how excited he was to meet those new faces, how hard he wanted to work, how happy he was to be back at home... Bullshit.

**"Dan?" You opened your eyes slowly when you heard the movement. "Where are you going?" You asked when you saw him getting his clothes from the floor.

"Um... I'm leaving"

You frowned.

"I thought you said..."

"Yeah. Last night I was drunk"

That hit you like a lightning. He was drunk. Everything he said... Everything he did... He was only drunk.**

You felt a weird feeling when he climbed down the stage. You wanted to runaway but you also wanted to go and punch him on that stupid and pretty face.

"YN, you have to stop"

"I'm not doing anything, Millie."

"You can't look at him like that"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to kill him"

You scoffed and got up, walking away from the stupid conference and your stupid friend.

He wasn't that good guy he wanted to show everyone. He was manipulative and cruel. He had played with you and left you broken on million pieces.

Millie wasn't a part of the team when it happened. He had only been working there for a year or so, and even when you were good friends, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her because every single person in the team would kneel and kiss his shoes if he asked them to.

"It's a pleasure to be back home, thank you very much" He finished and jumped down the stage.

You were filling your second cup of champagne by then. You didn't want to talk to him, you hated him. You wanted to go home as soon as possible.

Daniel walked down the stage and Christian hugged him.

"Welcome"

"Thank you" Daniel smiled.

He felt happier than he had on the longest time. He hadn't left on the best terms, but somehow coming back here sound better than what he had gone through. Better the devil you know...

He looked around. So many new faces, some old ones. And you? Where were you?

He walked around doing is job, smile, be handsome and funny,...

"Hi Daniel, I'm Millie. We don't know each other actually, but... YN talked about you" Did she? "We work together on the Sim so... We sill see each other often." She smiled.

Daniel nodded slowly.

"I didn't know YN was still working here" He said. He knew. He had asked Christian. Of course he knew.

"Oh! Yeah. She is the boss now"

"Oh, then why did I negotiate with Christian?"

Millie laughed as if he had told the best joke in the world. Daniel felt a bit irritated.

"The boss in the simulation department. She is our head engineer now"

Daniel felt something on his stomach. Something bittersweet.

"Wow. I knew she would do big things"

Millie nodded.

"By the way, do you where she is?"

"Um... She has been around" Millie said. "Probably on the drinks table. Has visited it a couple of times already" She said laughing.

Daniel smiled politely and said goodbye. Walking around, he finally saw you. You were by yourself on a corner. You looked beautiful. He felt confident and walked to you.

You noticed a move on your left and looked. Fuck, no. No way. Just as you saw the Aussie walking in your direction, you started walking away. You were walking so fast that some drops of your drink fell on your hand.

"YN" Daniel called your name. He knew you had seen him. He just wanted to say hi. "YN, wait"

He grabbed your arm.

**"Shit" You had a hand around your arm keeping you in place. "I'm so sorry"

You looked at your savior and the blood went up to your cheeks. Daniel Ricciardo.

"No problem" He smiled. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. You had gotten up so fast.

"Okay, be careful please"

"I'll try."

"I'm Daniel"

"I know"

He loved the way you smiled.

"I would get fired if I didn't, probably."

Daniel chuckled.

"I'm YN." You politely said.

"I know" He smirked.

"You don't. I started yesterday" You said pulling your arm away.

You flinched a bit when he reached to you, but he only took the pass on your neck and showed you.

"Fuck" You whispered. "Okay, you win"

He smiled.

"I'll be around" He said looking down at you.

"Okay?"

He walked away brushing his knuckles with yours as he passed you. You felt something strange. You completely understood that scene with Mr. Darcy now.**

"Let me go" You said.

It hurts that you didn't even bother to look at him.

"I just wanted to say hi" He muttered.

"I don't want you to." You pulled your arm.

"You can't choose that" He said.

"Bold."

"What?"

"It's bold of you to use those words" You said finally looking at him.

He felt cold.

** "You can't choose that, YN"

"I do!"

"No!" He shouted back. You took a step back.

"Why are you like this?" You whispered out of breath.

"Like what?" He was being a cold asshole.

"Like this. Why do you give me something and then take it away like that?"

"It's not my problem that you created those fantasies in your head"**

Daniel saw your eyes. He had gotten to know you so well. You hated him now.

"I don't want you close"

Being the proud cunt he was. He wouldn't let you go so easily.

"Yeah? Good luck with that"

You turned around and walked away.

Two hours. That's what you slept that night.

......................

Data. Data. Data. Only data. He had been on that simulator for three hours. He had taken it seriously. Meanwhile, you were sitting outside watching how it was going.

"He is good" Millie said leaning back on his chair.

"He obviously is" You said irritated.

"What's your problem with him?"

You looked at her.

"He seems to be a nice guy, everyone loves him. He is nice to be around. But you have that birch face whenever he is close"

You bit your lip. Don't explode.

"He is not as nice as he wants everyone to believe." You simply said.

"Oh, c'mon. You should probably just try to get to know him better."

You looked back at your skin. You did. You opened yourself to him once. You tried to know him better. You thought you did. But no. You had only believed the story he had told. You had just been apart of his game.

"You know nothing, Millie"

She didn't said much after that. She had felt your mood changing and took a step back.

You didn't want anyone to know what Daniel had done. He was the golden boy, wasn't he? Even though they had Max, their champion, number 1, ruthless, talented... Daniel was on that little altar right next to Max's. He was charming, handsome, good driver, fearless. He had everything they wanted. He was the perfect cover for their shit and the perfect back up if something on their plan failed. If suddenly you told anyone about how he treated you, they wouldn't believe you. You prefered to keep it to yourself than outing him and being called a liar.

"Okay, can I have a break?"

"Positive"

You stopped the simulation and leaned back on your chair.

"That's awesome. It feels good" He said giving you some unwanted feedback. You didn't answer. "Oh was it? I think you should take notes on the first 2 turns. It felt a bit weird. Not much grip"

"I don't need you to tell me. I can see it" You said.

Daniel walked a couple of steps away from you. He had only been working on the simulator for three days. He hadn't gotten anything from you. He knew he hadn't been the best guy, but this? He didn't thought he deserved to be treated like this.

Millie: you will get yourself into problems if you keep this attitude.

You decided to ignore Millie's text. It wasn't worth it.

Daniel was looking at you but you were too occupied with your work. He was thinking of those years back when you had met. He wasn't the nicest guy then, was he? He knew he had done things he couldn't be proud of. He knew he had been a coward with you. But... Why did you hate him this much? Why were you so angry at him?

"Daniel, what about another round and then we go back home?" Arthur, another engineer told him.

"Yeah, long day today. Let's get it done"

When you were walking to your car, you saw him again. He was standing there, he remembered which one was your car.

"You won't talk to me, right? "

You bit your lip. You couldn't explode on him. It would put you at risk, Millie was right. But you wouldn't be friends with him either. You had decided to talk to him only if it was essential. No more.

"YN"

You cleared your throat and opened the car, throwing your bag inside.

"Really, I just want to talk?"

"There is nothing to talk about?"

"I want to talk about us"

"There is no us, Daniel. Have you forgotten?"

Daniel felt his breath hitch on his throat.

** "But... What about us?" You said gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Us?" He asked with a frown. "There is no us, YN. This was fun, but it was just sex"

"What?" You felt that pressure in your chest that didn't let you breathe properly. "D-anny I... Thought..."**

Daniel looked at you with big eyes. You could see how he wasn't breathing. He was just there looking at you as deer caught in the headlights. The cold air hit you both and made you shiver. Daniel felt extra cold. He felt as if he didn't had blood on his body.

"See? Everything is the same. You are still a coward" You said those words fully knowing they would have an impact.

** "Don't call me that" He growled.

"Coward. You are a fucking coward" You spit with anger. You felt used. You felt as a toy.

"I'm not a coward. I'm putting myself first. I'm doing this for me!"

"I'm not talking about the team! I'm not talking about racing! Or Max, or whatever! I'm talking about your fucking commitment issues! You are a fucking coward. You want the easy part. You want the funny part! But you don't have enough balls to stay and fight for the rest!"

"What is the rest!? There is nothing more!"

He said that on purpose.

"Leave. Leave. I don't want to see you again." You pushed him to the door, barely giving him time to pick his clothes. "You fucking coward cunt. I don't want to even hear your voice"**

"I'm not a coward. If I was I would be here trying to talk"

You sourly laughed.

"You are. Of course you are a coward. If you weren't you would have tried to talk long ago. You are not here because you have grown the balls to fix thing out of nowhere. You are here because you can't stand that not everyone is willing to kiss your ass." You said pointing at him. There were tears in your eyes. Angry tears. You hated him so bad."But I won't. I won't let you fix this. I won't let you try it. Because you don't deserve it" You said looking at him.

He had played with you, he had messed with you feelings and left as if nothing had happened. You couldn't forgive him just because now he felt uncomfortable with the situation.

"Leave me alone, Daniel. I'm asking you nicely this time" You said and cleaned your tears.

Daniel felt so broken, he hated himself so much. He didn't know his actions had this impact in you. He took a step back and swallowed the words. It was the best to do. You were right. He had felt uncomfortable with the way you had treated him. He felt you were ruining his mood. He was excited to be back at Red Bull, he didn't need a black cloud around. He wanted to sort thing out. But now... Now he felt like the coward you new he was.

.........................................

"Looking good, YN" You heard Bryan call your name. You rolled your eyes. "Came here alone?"

"Mhm. And I want it to last"

You walked away from him and leaned on the bar. Christmas Red Bull gala. For every single person working on the team. It was all glamorous, nice clothes, nice food, expensive alcohol...

You walked around, your nice black dress hanging perfectly around your body. You didn't have anyone to impress. But that dress had been on your wardrobe for ages and it seemed to be the perfect ocassion.

Millie was ill. That meant you were basically alone in the party. But well, you were her to have dinner and leave. Not much more. Maybe have a some drinks. You have come by Uber only to not have to worry about your car.

Daniel saw your black and glittery dress. It caught his eye first when the lights made it shine. Then he saw it was you and felt his heart beating fast. Why did he felt this way?

"Dan. Mate."

He looked back at Max.

"Sorry"

"You have your head on the clouds."

"It's nothing"

"C'mon mate. You are back. Things will get better now"

Daniel chuckled and nodded.

"I hope so" He said looking at you.

"Who is her? The sim girl?"

"Head engineer in the simulation department" Daniel corrected him. Max had work thousand of times with her, how the fuck did he not know her name?

"Yeah, that. What's is going on with her?"

"Nothing" And Daniel didn't lie. You had been clear. You didn't want him around. And he had given you the space.

"I heard you two hate each other or something"

She hates me. Daniel thought.

"That's what they say?"

"Mhm. That you two can't be on the same room. And that she is kind of cold"

She wasn't cold before. Daniel had felt miserable since that conversation in the parking lot. He had been recalling all your moments together and each night had been worst than the previous one. He was lacking of sleep only because his thoughts were eating him alive.

"What's her name?"

"YN"

What a mistake.

Max lifted his hand and called your name. You turned around and frowned. Why was Max Verstappen calling you and why did Daniel looked so scared.

Daniel drank his whiskey in one sip. He cleared his throat and fixed his tuxedo.

You looked at him, then at Max then at him again. No. You were not going. But sudde ly she felt something on her back. She looked.

Christian Horner.

"C'mon. Come and talk to the guys. They are more interesting than they seem. It's not all data and racing"

You wanted to say no. But you felt like walking on thin ice. Christian guided toy to the men and their table and you felt how your body tensed with every step.

"Hey" Max reached his hand for you. "It's Max"

"I know" You said giving his hand a squeeze and faking a smile.

"Yeah, obviously" Max chuckled. Daniel could see on his blue eyes he was already tipsy. "I would introduce you to Dan, but you already know him, right?"

You nodded slowly trying to not look at Daniel.

"Max, they worked together for long." Christian explained.

You nodded again.

"Yeah. Did you hated each other then?" The Dutch asked.

You gasped and your drink almost fell out of your hand. You eyes went to Daniel, he had his lips pressed tight.

"That's what you told them?" You asked. Your boss was there. You were talking to his pretty boy. But you didn't care.

"YN..."

"Everyone knows it. It's obvious" Max shrugged.

"Max, shut up"

"I didn't know you two had problems" Christian casually said.

"We don't" Daniel said.

"So it's only you" Max pointed at you.

Daniel grabbed his glass and took it away.

"Max, you have drink too much."

You looked at Daniel, so scared, so nervous. What had he told them?

"Well, I'm sure you can solve this. Daniel is a fantastic guy and we are all so happy to have him back" Christian said.

You looked down at your cup. It was like this. Daniel was the cool and good guy and you were the cold bitch that hated him for no reason.

"Yeah. He is amazing." Max said.

Daniel looked at him in panic, he knew the younger driver had no shame. He would say whatever crossed his mind.

"Probably you should get a bit lose. He is so nice."

You chuckled. Ironically obviously.

"He is, right? He is so nice and funny." You looked at Daniel and he looked away from you.

"I think you are being a bitch right now. You don't have to talk like that"

You gasped.

"If you knew how you fucking friend is like you wouldn't be saying this."

"Wow, you shouldn't talk to Max like that" Christian said.

"Obviously. Yeah. Sorry if I offended your golden boy. And the pretty boy too. Yeah. I'm just a bitch." You pushed the champagne glass into Christian chest and started walking away.

The boss seemed furious. How could you talk to them like that? But Daniel grabbed his arm.

"Christian"

"I will solve this. I won't accept someone treating you like..."

"She is right" He sighed.

Max and Christian looked at him frowning.

"It's not her fault."

"I think she..."

"No. It's on me. It's me. My fault. Don't fire her because it's my fault"

Daniel started walking, only turning around when Max called him.

"Go to sleep, Max. You need it"

Daniel walked around those corridors trying to find you. And then he saw you. He barely catch you locking some door. But he was sure it was you.

You pressed both hands on the door and tried to breathe. You were feeling so many thing. You were euphoric, adrenaline was kicking. You wanted to cry and scream. But you also felt terrified. You had thrown everything to the bin.

Then a soft knock at the door made you squeak and take a step back. You put your hand over your heart, feeling it beating so hart. The knob moved slowly and the door opened.

**"What are you doing there?" You smiled.

"I have some free time"

"I'm sure you don't. We have our home race in five days"

He smiled and locked the door behind him.

"Well... Then... Let's be quick"

You laughed, but he captured your lips on a kiss halfway. You melted instantly. His hands always felt like heaven when they touched your face.**

You blinked the tears away.

"What do you want?" You felt pathetic.

"I'm sorry for that"

"Are you?"

Daniel sighed and dried his sweaty palms on his expensive trousers.

"Listen..."

"I don't want to. What the fuck did you tell them?"

"Nothing"

"Max Verstappen called me a bitch five minutes ago"

"He is drunk"

"How is it? Drunk words, sober thoughts?" You were loosing control. "He is not the only one who thinks it"

"That's not true"

"But it is! It is! Just because I don't buy the fucking smile and funny words... They all think I'm a bitch. And that I hate you for nothing" You took your shoes of feeling to unstable and uncomfortable to stand on them. "But they don't know. They don't know about how you treated me. How you played with me. Made me believe thing to take them away once you got bored. They don't know how you took my feelings, played with them and then threw them to the rubbish. They don't know you broke my heart."

Daniel couldn't look at you. He couldn't see the pain in your eyes knowing it was his fault.

You turned around to reach for a tissue in your table. Daniel realized then this was your office. Where you two first fucked. Where he came to hide with you.

"YN..."

"Don't worry. I'm going to get fired anyway so... No need to bother with apologies." You said. You voice sound so plain and tired.

"You won't."

You turned to him.

"You won't get fired. I'll make sure of it."

Somehow that made you feel slightly better. One less thing to worry.

"Told them it was my fault"

You bit your lip and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Thank you, I suppose" You said. Contrary to him, you weren't afraid of saying what you felt. You didn't have a big ego.

"Don't be."

You looked away from him and he took a step closer.

"I didn't want to hurt you" He finally said. He felt as if a huge weight had fallen off his shoulders. He never had bad intentions. He wanted you to know.

Your ironic laugh made him wince.

"Of course you didn't"

He was close, you could feel his warmth.

"YN, I need you to believe me"

"How can I?"

He bit his lip.

"How can I when you made me believe what we had was real, that it meant something for you. You were just that, what everyone said. A fuckboy. So cool. Driving with Red Bull. Sex, alcohol, parties, girls. How many more were you fucking by then?"

Daniel felt hurt. He wasn't like that.

"No one"

"I will pretend I believe you"

"YN, it's true"

You shook your head.

"I don't believe you"

"Why?"

"Because you have lied to me before, Daniel. I trusted you. I fell for you when you told me all those pretty things. I believed we had a future but in the end, for you, it was just sex"

If he only could go back in time. He would have done so many things differently. He didn't love you by then. He wasn't in love with you. But he never had such a good time with anyone. He didn't need distractions so he pushed all the feelings away. He had been a fuckboy, yes. He was handsome and charismatic and he knew it. He wasn't ready for a relationship then. So he played. When he met you, he found himself obsessed with you.

"Believe it or not. I don't care. You were the only one then"

"Why?"

You took a defiant step closer.

"Because I didn't feel as if I needed anyone else."

"Don't make me laugh"

"As I said, believe it or not, YN. We worked together. We travelled the world together. We were amazing together. Why would I need anyone else"

"We were amazing together but you were too scared to keep it when you left."

"You got a promotion. No more travelling. A new team for me. Do you really think it could have worked? I was making you a favor" HE was getting irritated. Why were you so stubborn?

"You are cunt. You haven't changed a little bit." You said and sighed,.

You felt defeated. You had hoped, even if was only for a second, that he would understand why you felt like that.

Daniel frowned and felt a wave of anger all over him. He had changed. He wasn't that Daniel. He was different now, he had grown up.

"You don't know me" He said.

You smiled and nodded.

"Neither did I back then." You said. "I thought I knew you pretty well. But in the end, you showed me how it wasn't true."

You two stayed in silence. You had turned quiet and passive. You were tired of fighting. But him? He was furious.

"You can't be angry forever"

"I'm not angry anymore. I wasn't angry for long. I just don't want to go back through all that pain again. I'm protecting myself, setting boundaries and keeping myself away from you. You hurt me once and I won't let that happen again."

"I wouldn't do it now"

You laughed and leaned to pick your shoes. He observed you. Then you walked around him and grabbed the knob.

"You shouldn't have done it the first time. That's the problem."

Daniel knew that if you left the office he would lose every chance forever. So when you opened the door, he pressed his hand on it. You felt his presence on your back, he was so close, almost touching you. You unconsciously closed your eyes.

Daniel closed the door again and slowly he dragged his fingers over the cold wood until he reached the lock. The click made you look down, but you didn't move. You couldn't. You had always been weak for him.

"Tell me to stop if you want to" He whispered.

Daniel was fully aware of how wrong this was. He didn't deserve this. He knew it.

But then you leaned back on his chest and took his hand. He missed your touch so bad. You guided his hand over the glittery dress that covered your skin.

"Tell me you want it"

"I want it" You said without thinking. It was wrong, but one last time wouldn't hurt. right?

Daniel pulled you away from the door. He has determined to get you back. He would do it right this time.

You moaned when he bent you over your desk, his lips tracing a path down your back. You gripped your hands in the cold wood.

"I will make you feel good." He groaned.

But you had to answer.

"It won't fix things."

You felt his grip on your waist tighter and he groaned, biting the skin on your shoulder and making you whimper.

"Let me try, at least"

You didn't answer, you just straightened your back and pulled him for a kiss. It was messy and rough, there were bites and groans. But you both loved every second of it. Even if you didn't want to admit it, you missed him like mad. Daniel lifted your dress and felt your skin on his hands. Just as soft as he remembered.

He made you turn around and you sat on the table. You were having so many flashbacks, so many stories and feelings. His lips on your neck brought them all back. They brought those ties i which you were happy by his side back. When you thought it would last forever.

You pulled him closer and fought the buttons on his shirt, tugging them open without care as your mouth devoured his. Daniel took the hint and three the tie away. Then, you pushed both, shirt and jacket of his body and pulled back. His lips were swollen, his cheeks blushed. He couldn't breathe properly. He had never looked better. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your hands around his shoulders. Daniel closed his eyes and move his chin up when you leaned to kiss his neck. Just as he remembered, you kept one hand on the side of it while you devoured the other. He felt in heaven, he hand never felt so much pleasure to someone biting his skin. He had never been so turned on by someone marking him like this.

You dig your teeth hard on his shoulder and he groaned. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled enough for you to free him. You liked your lip and looked into his eyes.

Fuck, he loved you. He loved the way your eyes challenged him. He loved the stubborness in you. He wish he had realized long ago.

His fingers looked for you underwear and once he reached it, he leaned on your ear.

"Can I?"

"Yes" You returned to his lips and lifted your hips. You were to busy with the kiss to see where your panties had gone.

"Can I?" You asked just like him when your hands reached his trousers

"Yes"

Daniel let you push his trousers down, observing you, feeling as if time hadn't passed. He moved his fingers slowly up your thigh and smiled when you closed your eyes. You were wet, so wet. He moved his fingers to your mouth. You reacted instantly.

"Good girl" He smiled when you sucked his fingers with your eyes closed. Then he took them to your center. It was as if time hadn't passed. He knew perfectly what to do. You leaned on his shoulder and he kissed your cheek. He draw circles in your clit and you moaned his name. "I love how my name sounds in your lips."

You didn't answer. You closed your eyes and got lost on the feeling of his fingers in you. But it wasn't enough. You needed more of him.

"Dan... Danny..." You moaned as he fingered you hard and quick. He wanted you to make you come. "F-fuck me..." You struggled to say.

He did. He put your legs around him and soon he was pounding hard on you. His lips didn't leave yours. Sometimes he wasn't even kissing you. He was just there, breathing and moaning in your mouth. You felt delirious.

Daniel could feel your fingers digging deep into his skin and he wanted nothing more than for you to leave marks on him. It was so hard and intense, messy and wet. But you couldn't care less.

He made you see stars, the orgasm hitting like a tsunami and your body dropping back on the table as he kept fucking you as if there was no tomorrow.

Daniel was watching you, his own hand on your chest keeping you in place. Your face was turned to the side as you whimpered and moaned in pleasure. You were clenching him and he knew he wouldn't last much with you like that.

He didn't. He came not too much later. He had to lean forward and use the table as leverage. It was hard and his knees were shaky.

"Fuck" He panted for air.

YOu opened your eyes and looked at him. You really had fucked him. Reality hit you and you pushed him away.

"What?"

"It's enough. You and I won't talk again. No more than work-related. I... I can't let this happen again"

"Baby..."

"No"

He grabbed your wrists.

"Look at me"

You looked away.

"YN, look at me" He was so serious. "YN"

YOu blinked the tears away and looked at him.

"What"

YOu were feeling so down suddenly. The high from the sex was dissipating and tiredness was reaching for you.

"I'm really sorry for everything I've done. I wish I had realized sooner I was hurting you."

"Sooner?"

"When I was still able to stop it"

You bit your lip and looked down at his open shirt.

"I'm not angry, Daniel. I can forgive you for what you did. But I can't forget. And that will always be there because I can't make that pain go away. Neither do you."

Daniel looked down at his hands and slowly let yours go.

"I don't know if you are still the same or if you have changed. But I know that you played with my feelings years ago. You should know that I can't just let you back in even if it's just for work. I want you to respect my decision and stay away for now."

He nodded slowly.

You felt way better after saying this. You felt like a new woman.

"I'll be there if you need me" He told you well knowing that he was probably the last person you would reach for.

..........................................

He respected you and stayed away. Everyone saw how things had changed. You were now fully professional and barely talk. You had changed your schedule and now you barely saw him. But someone had gotten ill and now you were covering Daniel's sim session.

Last weeks had been weird because you couldn't stop thinking of him. You couldn't stop thinking abou that night. You could still feel his lips on you. It was eating you alive. No sleeping and creeping anxiety was taking a tool on you. You therapist had insisted, avoiding him wasn't the right thing to do. Normalize that he was in your life would make things much easier. But you simply couldn't because you were feeling again things and you hated them because that's what ha hurt you for the first time. The only difference was that this time, he wasn't doing anything, you barely speak.

That afternoon, you were on the point of breaking. Exhaustion was all you could feel. The words and numbers on your pc were blurry.

Daniel wasn't on the sim, he had gone out to take a quick break. So that left you alone in the room and with tears threatening to spill. But you couldn't cry and be all red eyed when he came back. You were swallowing it.

The door opened and you tried to ignore it. But a coffee appeared in front of you.

"Here. You look like you need it" Daniel softly said. Then made a pause. "There is no need to say anything. Just accept it"

His hand disappeared and you heard him sitting in one of the chairs behind you.

You stared at the coffee for long seconds. Why? Why were you feeling like this? Why did this made your heart beat like this?

It was impossible to stop the tears. But you tried to stay silence. You didn't suceed.

Daniel's face shot up quickly when he heard you sniffing. You couldn't see him, though. Then you lowered your heard and he tensed. He waited. He wasn't even breathing. He didn't know if he could go and check on you. But then you sobbed and he crossed the room quickly.

His hands made you chake and cry even more. Then he moved your chair and knelt in front of you.

"Hey, YN..." He said so softly.

You didn't even look at him, you just leaned forward. He knelt between your legs and hugged you so tight. He hugged you like no one had before. Daniel hugged with his whole body. He was all around you, leaning on you but also supporting your weight. He tucked you on his neck and threaded his fingers on your hair. You were ugly crying by then. All those pent up emotions were coming out and Daniel was there. He was there and you didn't want him to leave anymore.

"I've got you" He whispered. "It's okay, just take your time"

Daniel hid in your neck and caressed your hair fully knowing that this was all his fault.

"You broke my heart" You whimpered. "And even though I still love you"

Daniel's body shook. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you. But he turned his face and cupped yours gently.

"Let me pick up the pieces. Let me do right this time"

"I shouldn't." You said looking into his eyes. "B-but..."

"But?" He asked hopefully.

"I will..." You hugged him again and he sighed.

"I-I promise I will do good. I will be what you want. I love you. I love you so much."

You closed your eyes and hid further on his neck.

"Don't hurt me"

"I won't. Let's start over" He said and ran his hands up and down your back.

You nodded.

"I love you" He said with a smile on his lips.

[gayf1hoe]

Part 6

I wake up to the sound of people banging on my door, I quickly rise thinking it's an emergency but I open the door to Yuki and Pierre inviting me down to breakfast. I shoot them a heavily judgemental look for waking me up at whatever time it is. I slam the door in their faces and head back to my bead to check my phone and see that it's only 7:30 on Wednesday morning.

I spend about 20 minutes in bed just scrolling through emails and social and see that my training starts at 9:30 so I decided to drag myself away from the comfort of my bed and go and have a shower, and get dressed, I try to find my sportswear as I will be in the gym for most of the day, after making myself look semi presentable I head down to the breakfast area where Oscar waves at me to join them at the table I quickly grab some orange juice and a fruit bowl before sitting down.

Everyone is chatting away and then Oscar sparks a conversation between us and says “So did you get back alright last night?” he said with a sly smirk on  his face “Yep fine” I responded whilst showing fruit into my mouth, “Who walked you back?” he pressed on “Charles did” I said quite assertively, this soon caught the attention of Yuki, Pierre, Daniel and Max who all chime in giving each other looks like they know something I don't. I quickly dismiss the conversation and ask George what the team plan is for training. He informs me that we are in the Gym doing Physical and Reaction Training, these types of days are what make me regret being an F1 driver.

We spent the next half an hour at the breakfast table chatting away about random topics that popped up, I however remained in silence trying to gather what the looks were about earlier. Zhou comes over and starts talking to me which quickly pulls me away from my thoughts, he is also one of the people I have known for the longest. We met when I was in F3 and he was in another racing series, we had quickly become friends as we have a lot in common.

He asks if he can't talk to me in ‘private’ this of course makes me quite concerned and my initial thought is that something is wrong, however when we get to a free table he asks me point blank “Are you in love with Charles?”I sit there in shock not at the question but at how straight to the point he is, I reply with “Yes… I think I am, what makes you ask?”.

“Well M/N you never have been good at hiding your feelings and it's always the same story with you look at when you dated Mick or even Nyck, you started off hating them and ended up loving them” he says with a confident smile knowing he is completely right. I sigh in anger with myself for being so predictable and we talk for a while about how I truly feel about Charles and he helps me realise that we should try and be friends first before developing into something more.

George calls me over to signal that we have to head to the gym and start training when we arrive it's is completely empty except both of our personal trainers who are waiting for us George's takes him over to the treadmill for endurance training where as my trainer makes me do reaction tests for a whole 2 hours and by then I have had enough we take a quick break during our break me and George talk despite being remakes we haven't had much time to talk.

“So how does it feel to be in F1 and have won your first ever Grand Prix?” He asks, “Well Mr journalist it feels pretty cool and I have enjoyed every moment so far and can't wait for the next race” I respond and like every other conversation that I have the question of “so what's going on between you and Charles?” pops up and simply replies “We got off on the wrong foot but we are making efforts to be friends”, “Just friends?” He inquires I let out an exasperated giggle as say “for now”, after about 35 minutes of boycotting physical torture our trainers have had enough of us and make us get back to working out.

We reverse roles and George is now stuck doing reaction training and I'm on the treadmill doing endurance training and half the time I'm zoned out ahead of me apart from the odd time when my trainer asks me a question. Me and my trainer have been working together for years, he became my trainer when I was in F3 and then he moved up with me and worked with me simultaneously when I was in F2 and the AlphaTauri driver development program. He knows me extremely well given that he's known me since I was a teenager he's always been someone I could trust and also get away with a lot with

After about 45 minutes he can tell this really isn't my thing so he says it's OK to change up and do something else we do some weighted neck exercises to prepare for G Forces by the end of this the gym is now beginning to fill up with other drivers and other team trainers so we decode to call it a day.

I have sweat dripping down my face, and my once white shirt has become semi-clear with it attaching itself to my skin. Just as I was walking out I see him… Charles I try to pluck up the courage to ask him if he would like to spend the day with me tomorrow but he's currently talking to Max. I wait for about 10 minutes before they wrap up their conversation when I approach him. I quickly regret this when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I'm a sweaty mess but it's too late now he's acknowledged me. “Hey” I say, he swiftly replies “hey is everything OK”, “yeah everything's fine I was wondering if…… you wanted to come with me to this museum tomorrow…. It's fine if you can't I -” I am quickly cut off by him responding with “of course I would love to” I'm genuinely surprised he agreed “OK cool meet in the lobby tomorrow morning at 10” my response slight ecstatic “OK cool, oh by the way M/N loving the ‘shirt’” he said as he walked away just as well as it made me blush like mad.

I head back to my room extremely happy and I bump into Daniel who says “Who put a spring in your step?” “ oh nothing I had an energy drink so I have lots of energy” I say absolutely lying through my teeth.

Charles Pov:

After M/N walked away I could feel myself blushing for some reason. It's probably because his shirt was soaking with sweat and you could clearly see his entire torso. Daniel enters and slaps me in the back and says “What did you do to make M/N so happy?” he questions quite inquisitively I'm confused as to what he means a say “what do you mean what have I done?”, “ that man walked out of here with a smile looking like he was high on life when all day when I've walked last he's looked very miserable” his response shows how invested he really is, I smile at the fact I could be the reason he is so happy considering I was the one who pissed him off so much before I humour Daniel and decide to tell him “we are going to the museum together tomorrow” I say, “LIKE A DATE?” he says a little too loud for my liking yet no one heard "No, I don't think so, I don't know…. Does he think it's a date?” Daniel laughs at my confusion and asks “Do you think it's a date?” I reply with “I don't know” he then asks “would you like it to be a date?” This question requires more thinking than the last one and I finally fathom a response.

“Yes I would like to think it's a date”

Daniel smiles like the labrador he is satisfied with my answer, “what do you think he thinks it is?”, “I'm not sure” I reply “Well would you like me to play matchmaker and see”, “absolutely not” I rapidly reply with every worst case scenario running through my mind as to what could go wrong with Daniel handling my love life.

As I continue training over the afternoon I have one question “does he think it's a date?... Does he want it to be a date?.... Would he even go on a date with me?”