#daniel laying in bed just watching max struggle and laughing at him

[simplyisa]

i keep coming back to this photo i found on insta, i love it so much. cute pouty max with his fluffy hair 🥹

[sparkle-d]

waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 3/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

✧.* tag list: @bloodyvalentine93 @organasith @verstappens-hat @idkiwantchocolatee @landhoe @theplobnrgone @iamasimpingh0e @chiliwhore @buendiabebeta

chapter 3 - secret

You enter through your apartment‘s door and lean against it when you close it. You feel tired - more like drained - arriving home late at night. You had to use all of your social skills with these drivers that you usually aren’t close with. Max and Lando were one hundred per cent okay, but who kept messing out and annoying you was Daniel.

He noticed that you were a bit stiff around him, not really distressed about being in his presence, but he wanted to make you get used to being around him. Daniel made jokes with you, about you and your best friends, debated with you about the world's economy even though he didn’t say anything that made sense at all and you were sure he was describing the plot of Game of Thrones without noticing. He dared you to take some shots and you only did two and fooled him into thinking that you drank more than that. 

Daniel was drunk and at some point you got comfortable with him. He made you laugh when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass and discussing with you about which racing movie was the best. Cars was the only option for the spot in your opinion.

“Listen up, the soundtrack is amazing, McQueen character development is amazing, his friendship with Mater is wholesome and in Cars Two there’s Lewis Hamilton, what’s better than that?”

You sound as drunk as Daniel when you start to state your points. Maybe being around him makes you as silly as him. You even stopped being so concerned about your surroundings while talking to him.

“The lack of a character based on me is what doesn’t make Cars better than Speed Racer.” Daniel answers you with a grin.

“Why would they put such an annoying character in their movie?” You smile at him sarcastically when he looks offended, feeling like you’re winning the discussion “Okay, Speed Racer is a good movie, but the cartoon is better. There’s no discussion here.”

“Exactly!” He shouts jumping from the couch “Now we are speaking the same language, cupcake.”

Without noticing, he steals another genuine smile from your face, turning it into a giggle.

Only when you left Max’s apartment, it’s when you realize how out of energy you were. Daniel got all of your attention and you didn’t notice that your phone had completely died out of battery  too. You didn’t touch it during the whole night.

You groan as you head to your room, searching for your charger. You connect it to the energy and use your time to get ready to bed. It’s when you lay down that your phone lights up and comes back to life.

You watch the messages pop up on your screen and notice that your phone has been off for way too long. 

buttercup said: daniel is so drunk

buttercup said: do we need to save her from him?

bubbles said: if she needs help she would’ve texted us about it

bubbles said: she’s just fine i bet

buttercup said: he’s telling her about his monaco win he loves to brag about it

bubbles said: he talks so much omg

bubbles said: we should wait until their conversation is over so we can leave

bubbles said: max is so wasted too

buttercup said: yeah

buttercup said: when she’s finished with daniel we can go

You slap your face almost too hard, because they could’ve saved you from the misery of listening to drunk Daniel, about things you didn’t care about because you were already annoyed about Daniel himself. But no, they decided to wait for you to come ask for help, as if they weren’t your best friends since forever and didn’t know when you were struggling with something.

blossom said: yes fuck face, i didn’t send you a bottle with a rescue message inside of it because my cell phone ran out of battery

blossom said: but i was asking for help with my eyes for you to save me from daniel

blossom said: i hate you two

After letting a snort out and closing your group chat with Pierre and Charles you go through your older notifications. There’s a couple of messages from your mysterious boy, and as you read the notifications, your face warms instantly. Your cheeks are red and your ears are so hot they even feel sensible to the touch. 

You read again, making sure your eyes didn’t fool you.

hot stuff said: well

hot stuff said: i ahve a lingerie kink

hot stuff said: does thsi count as a screet?

Your phone is on top of your bed and you stare at it, your hands landing on your hips as you sit on the bed to take a breath. You try to think about what you would answer to hot stuff. You aren't very familiar with these kinds of things, but you probably have an idea of what a lingerie kink is, and just thinking about it makes your cheeks red again.

Hot stuff likes to see people in lingerie, right? Well, you don't understand it very much, but he probably doesn’t enjoy seeing EVERYONE in lingerie, only certain and specific people. People he has second intentions with. You can’t even think about this matter without almost bursting with only the thought of it.

You need to be very sure of yourself to agree to be only in lingeries in front of another person. It’s too vulnerable in your opinion.

You try to think about yourself showing a part of your body to someone else like that. Maybe your torso? Or your legs? Your chest? You couldn’t do it. No, no, no, no, no. Your body isn’t something you think others would like to see. Not even with beautiful lingerie on.

Would hot stuff be turned on if you showed up to him with lingerie?

No.

Jesus.

Scratch that.

You shake your head, because your mind is going in a certain direction you don't want to think off. You shouldn’t think about it because hot stuff isn’t even a close friend of yours, why would you jump into something else like this?

But… you wonder what is hot stuff’s type.

You look good in dark blue…

Before you can continue on thinking about things you shouldn’t, your phone lights up with a new message. Your heart rate increases without noticing, it could be anyone, but from where you are, you can kind of see the “hot stuff” stamped on the notification.

You watch it for a few seconds, when another notification pops up, startling you. You decide you should answer it, at least show hot stuff you're there and didn’t disappear after he said something like that.

hot stuff said: well sorry for these messages skdjfng i think this was a very intimate secret for me to share

hot stuff said: i’m really ashamed right now that i’ve come back to my normal senses. i was a bit drunk and

hot stuff said: i-

You let a soft laugh escape, you could imagine hot stuff getting nervous from telling you about his kink out of nowhere. If he’s as anxious as you, he’s totally freaking out at that moment.

ma fraise said: no worries! i found it amusing that i think i can totally imagine it being your preferences 

You shake your head. Why would you imagine it being his preference? You don’t even think about these kinds of matters. You’re getting nervous too.

ma fraise said: but also it made me intrigued by it

ma fraise said: so that’s why i didn’t answer

ma fraise said: it had me thinking i guess

ma fraise said: are you still drunk?

You wait, but the answer doesn’t come very fast.

hot stuff said: what were you thinking exactly?

hot stuff said: no just took a shower and only embarrassment is left in my body

There’s two options here: you could simply end this conversation here and go to sleep, or you could answer hot stuff’s question. Even if you feel like this conversation is going in a different way than you imagined, you have nothing to lose here. It won’t hurt to chat a little with someone you enjoy the company of, after a horrible night.

ma fraise said: don’t worry we all get drunk sometimes xD

ma fraise said: well i was thinking about how different people are 

ma fraise said: i tried to think about what makes that your kink, and i think i figured it out, but that’s a very strange concept for me

hot stuff said: why is it strange? i think it’s a very common kink

hot stuff said: i mean…

ma fraise said: it’s not a very common thing for me about enjoying people using lingerie

ma fraise said: actually i wouldn’t know if i enjoy or not because i never thought of it

ma fraise said: what’s the basic criteria for your kink?

hot stuff said: be someone i have an attraction for like any other kink i guess

hot stuff said: i don’t crave on seeing everyone using lingerie - don’t get me wrong

hot stuff said: binotto for example i, not in a million year, will want to see him wearing lingerie you know

hot stuff said: he’s not my type

You have a small smile on your face, because he mentioned someone he’s almost sure you know since you let out by accident that you’re a Ferrari fan. Sometimes you think that hot stuff is very caring in your friendship and you feel like you’re growing more and more into trusting and enjoying having his company with you.

Maybe switching your phone with a stranger wasn’t the worst thing after all.

hot stuff said: but you i would be interested in seeing

hot stuff said: even tho i have no idea what you look like

And you throw your phone away from you.

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[sebastidan]

Nurse Seb

Description: When Max brings Daniel home from the Redbull Garage not feeling well, it's up to Sebastian to take on the role as Nurse.

Word Count: 1242

Sebastian watched his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his fingertips ghosting over the thick stubble that lined his cheeks. Having misplaced his razor over the race weekend, Sebastian hadn’t bothered to seek another, instead letting a straggly beard start to form. It was not a good look for him. He picked up the razor from the surface next to him, lining it up against his cheek. But before he could move his hand in a sweeping motion, the front door swung open and someone stepped inside. The razor slipped from his fingers, clattering against the ceramic sink as Seb’s heart began to quicken. Dan wasn’t expected home for another couple of hours, working at the Redbull Garage for the day, could it be a burglar? Desperately, Seb’s eyes flicked around the room, trying to find a defensive weapon he could use against someone. But it was useless, he was in a room surrounded by colourful liquids in plastic bottles.

“Sebastian?” A thick Dutch accent called. It was Max, “Where are you?”

Sebastian felt his body relax as he curiously headed in the direction of the voice, wondering how and why Max was in his house.

Max had Daniel’s house key between his teeth, one arm wrapped around the taller man’s shoulder, the other around his waist. Dan was leaning heavily against Max, swaying slightly on the spot. His skin was pale, purplish shadows dark under his bloodshot eyes. There was a thin layer of sweat coating Dan’s face, leaving his curls sticking to his forehead. Despite his thick Redbull hoodie around his body, Dan was shivering,

“Dan?” Seb called, watching as half lidded eyes struggled to focus. He turned instead to Max, “What’s wrong with him?”

Max shrugged, “Dunno, said he wasn’t feeling great earlier. Christian told me to bring him straight to you.”

Sebastian nodded, grateful for Christian’s input. He could always rely on his ex-boss to combat Dan’s stubbornness. Dan had complained of a headache in the early hours of the morning but insisted that he was alright to attend the meetings of the day. Darting across the room, Sebastian slotted his arm around Dan’s waist, helping Max to guide him into their shared bathroom. Here, Seb closed the toilet seat and sat the taller man down. Seb knelt beside Dan, his hands gently cupping the sweat dampened cheeks,

“What feels wrong Dan?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

Dan leant into the touch, Seb warm against his skin, “‘M so cold Sebby…” He murmured, his voice rougher than normal, the Australian twang more prominent.

His eyes wide with worry, Sebastian turned to look at Max who was standing slightly awkwardly in the doorway, “I think he has a fever.” Despite the complaints at being cold, Dan was boiling beneath Seb’s touch.

Max nodded, “Christian said a damp flannel and some painkillers might help.”

“Great, thanks.” Seb moved slightly, one hand falling to Dan’s waist to keep him steady in his sitting position. He picked up a face cloth and ran it under the cold tap, letting it soak in the cool water. He squeezed the excess before placing it against Dan’s forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Are you alright to look after him?” Max asked, unsure as to whether he should leave or assist Seb in looking after his sick teammate.

“Thanks for bringing him here Max.” Seb offered his thanks in response. Max turned and stepped out of the doorway but before he could continue, he was stopped by Sebastian’s voice, “Actually Max, can you grab a glass of water before you go?”

Max nodded, returning a few moments later with a glass of cold water in hand. He passed it over to Sebastian who lifted it carefully to Dan’s lips, instructing him to “Drink.” The water passed through Dan’s parted lips, wetting the dry skin. Sebastian placed a couple of painkillers against Dan’s tongue and let the brunette swallow them, hoping they would help relieve Dan of his evident fever. Next, his fingers moved to the hem of Dan’s hoodie, pulling at it as he attempted to lift it upwards and over Dan’s body. But, he was met with flailing hands as

Dan tried to push away Sebastian, mumbling, “No Seb, ‘m cold…”

Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle as Dan stuck his bottom lip out, pouting like a little child, “I know you’re cold Dan but I need to take your hoodie off.” He said, his hands moving again to pull at the soft material.

“No sexy times Seb, too cold.” Dan mumbled, resting his head against Sebastian’s shoulder.

“Not what I meant.” Seb laughed again, “You’re sick Dan, I just need to take this off.” Seb felt Dan’s head nod against his skin, his arms remaining this time as his sides. Taking the opportunity, Sebastian pulled at the Redbull hoodie, extracting Dan’s long limbs from the material and pulling it carefully over the mess of brown curls. Through the dark blue of Dan’s t-shirt, Sebastian could see the damp patches his hot body had created. Seb’s fingers moved to the t-shirt, repeating the process, leaving Dan’s muscular chest bare, “That’s better, shall we get you to bed my little Honey Badger?”

Dan nodded, the room beginning to spin as he tried to stand. Sebastian’s hand pressed firmly against the small of his back, steadying him as the other slipped around his shoulders. With difficulty, Sebastian guided Dan across the room, trying to support the weight of the taller man and keep him upright. They eventually made it to the double bed they slept in together, Sebastian unbuttoning Dan’s jeans, sliding them down his long legs before depositing him beneath the soft duvet. As Seb tried to turn and head back to the bathroom, wanting to clear up the mess they had just created, he felt a warm hand clutch at his wrist,

“Don’t go, want my nurse Seb to stay and look after me.” The words spoken were muffled slightly by the pillow that Dan’s face was pressed into. Unable to say no to the pleading tone of Dan’s voice, Sebastian pulled his own blue jeans from his body before following the brunette. He wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, his thumb resting against the curve of his hipbone. Dan leant into Sebastian’s touch, his back pressed against Seb’s chest,

“You’re the best boyfriend, I love you.” Dan whispered sleepily. Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise, he had never heard those three words spoken in the soft, melodic accent before. They were so quiet he wasn’t sure if he had imagined them or whether Dan’s lips had really curled around the words. As he lay there, unsure of how to reply, Dan spoke again, repeating his previous words, “I love you. Don’t you love me?” He suddenly sounded so miserable and upset that Sebastian leant forwards, pressing a gentle kiss to Dan’s bare shoulder,

“Of course I love you.” He answered in response, surprised by how easily he could speak the words, so certain of his feelings for the brunette, “Just tell me again when you feel better.” He moved his hands, running them through Dan’s wild hair, twisting and twirling the strands around his fingers as he listened to the slow and steady breathing as Dan’s body slipped into an unconscious slumber. He couldn’t wait for Dan to start to feel better but Sebastian was enjoying looking after his unwell Australian...