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lovelytsunoda · 2 years ago

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monza is for believers // nyck de vries

summary: nyck gets his f1 debut, and y/n is there to watch his dreams come true. after the race is over, he makes a decision that will alter the course of their friendship forever.

pairing: nyck de vries x female reader (friends to lovers!)

warnings: monza 2022 ( don’t worry the curse will get him next year !! ) and indications of sex. mentions of health issues & chronic illness (iron deficiency anemia)and brief mention of pregnancy (like it’s barely there)

authors note: if I was latifi and just got my ass handed to me by the other nyck, I’d quit then and there 😭. i still dont believe that this man doesnt have a seat for next year.

saturday - qualifying

“nyck, this is incredible, honestly. you really didn’t have to do this.”

y/n y/l/n was pure awe as she stepped out of the mercedes, looking around at the italian track. this was monza, the temple of speed.

obviously it wasn’t her first time at a track. she’s been to zaandvort before, in the grandstands. but she’d never watched from the pit lane before, much less the mercedes amg hospitality suite.

“of course i did! your mom called and told me you needed a break.” nyck laughed, throwing an arm around y/n’s shoulders

she rolled her eyes. “you’re insufferable today, de vries.”

they’d known each other for over ten years. once up a time, y/n had wanted to give karting a shot, fascinated by all things fast and car related. of course, a few seasons later she was frustrated and ready to throw in the towel. she had only ever won one race, and lacked the self confidence to keep going.

but her coach adored her and wanted to keep her around, so he started training her in different aspects of the team: managment, stewarding, mechanics. anything that he could think of to keep y/n somehow connected to the sport.

and now she worked in the manufacturing department for porsche: engineering and repairs and anything else mechanically inclined that people were needed for.

“god, I missed the racetrack. like, marrakech and new york were incredible, but there was no roar of engines, no smell of gasoline.”

nyck chuckled as he swiped his pass at the paddock entry gates. “the burning rubber is still there.”

“still not real racing. not the way that we were taught.”

“shut up. I’m not the one that quit.”

“you weren’t a backmarker.”

“my mom thought you were really good.”

y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes as nyck stopped for autographs and photos. “she’s your mother, she had to support us both.”

“she loves you.”

“and don’t I know it.”

they walked together through the mercedes hospitality suite, getting hot drinks before settling in at a seat near the window. the sun was streaming through the windows, reflecting off the softness of nycks skin, the familiar pang in her stomach that reminded her they couldn’t be anything more than friends.

it was the lifestyle he lead, a relationship would never work for him: the long nights, weekends away, camera always trained on him wherever he went.

and as much as it hurt, she needed to accept that she and nyck could never be more than what they were. more than friends.

“nyck!” a thick voice shouted out from across the suite as toto wolff came striding across the small cafe area

“hey, toto.” nyck flushed, waving at the team principal. “this is y/n, I don’t know if susies told you about her? she and I used to go karting together years and years ago.”

y/n went pink, slapping at nycks arm. “I went the technical route. I help build engines for porsche in amsterdam.”

toto laughed. “so you’re the smart one in the relationship than?”

they both flushed pink, nyck and y/n talking over each other to try and refute the team principals assumption.

“we’re just friends. nycks invited my family to a few e-prix but it’s not like I go everywhere with him.”

“hey, nyck, I know that you were with aston yesterday and hoped you’d be able to watch from mercedes this weekend, but alexander albon is is the hospital, he has appendicitis.”

nycks jaw fell wide open. y/n reached across the table to put a hand on his arm, her magenta nail polish contrasting his tan skin. “nyck, go. I’ll meet you in the garage after I call your parents and make sure they’re watching.”

nyck nodded, grabbing his jacket and taking off across the hospitality suite while y/n grabbed for her phone, searching for mrs. de vries’ number. she got up from the wooden chair, grabbed her backpack and moved to follow nyck before toto stopped her.

“susie told me about your crush on him. neither of you are getting any younger. tell him before it’s too late.”

———————

“for optimized performance, you need to send him out on the mid compound tyre, it will last longer so you have a better chance to get quicker laps, since you’ll be able to stay out for more. based on weather patterns, we should als be starting with them tomorrow when the race begins-“

“you realize we have proper engineers for this, right miss y/l/n?” jost capito asked gently, passing y/n a pair of headphones.

y/n rolled her eyes, taking the soundproof headphones and slipping them around her neck. “just trying to be helpful. that’s my childhood best friend you’re sending out there.”

“she builds engines for a living, jost.” nyck pointed out as he got suited up in his williams fireproofs. “she also did like, four seasons of karting as a driver before our coach started training her in he behind the scenes. maybe she’s worth listening to.”

nyck never understood why someone as smart as y/n still hung around him all the time. sure, he was talented and famous, but nowhere near as brilliant as she was. she could have gone places, but instead she worked on the assembly line at porsche.

but y/n was always smiling, because it was something she was good at, something she enjoyed. she was happy slaving away and working to build something with her hands rather than sitting behind a desk looking pretty.

she wouldn’t have survived a day in the office: the hem of her white embroidered camisole tied so far up on her chest that one could see the royal blue lace on her bralette, the piercings crawling up her ear, her curly hair pinned up in a messy bun and the skin-tight jeans that made her ass look so good that it gave the dutch boy a hard on if he stared at her for longer than a minute.

and that damn tattoo. the three small dragons that trailed from the top of her jeans and up the side of her stomach, the small glittery stomach piercing in the middle.

basically the opposite of what an f1 wag was supposed to look like.

nyck wasn’t sure when he had started falling in love. and it hurt to know that he could never hold her like he wanted to, kiss her like he wanted to, make love to her like she deserved.

he wanted to blame it on his job, but the fact of the matter was that he was a coward scared to face his feelings for the one woman who had been by his side throughout everything.

“hey, nyck?”

the cold metal of the rings that she wore was pressed against his skin, making him suck in a breath.

“be careful out there, okay? I know you’ll play it safe, you always do, but come back to me in one piece, okay?”

nyck nodded, clutching her hands in his. “I promise.”

“pinky promise?”

y/n smiled, extending her pinky finger. “promise.”

every nerve in her body was on edge as she watched him walk towards that car, slowly backing away from the garage so that the drivers could get ready for fp3.

“you’re not exactly convincing me that you’re just childhood best friends.”

nicholas latifis voice made the reserve drive jump as he was trying to pull his balaclava over his head.

“what’s it to you?” nyck said coldly, staring at the canadian.

nicholas shrugged. “I just see two people who are madly in love with each other and too afraid to admit it.

sunday - race day

ah, race day. y/n loved everything about it.

it was cold in monza as she walked with nyck to the williams hospitality suite, clouds hanging low in the air.

“you need med-“

the driver laughed, finishing the sentence for her. “medium compound tyres, I know. and god knows jost does too, you’ve ingrained it in his mind after yesterday.”

because of the cold, the top that she wore was more conservative today, only one of the three dragons on her stomach visible. but this tank top showed off more of her cleavage, and it was all nyck could do not to stare in wonder at y/n’s double-d’s, a little bit of dark brown lace visible from the bra.

the previous night hadn’t been the first night that nyck had to touch himself in the shower to get her off his mind and it probably wouldn’t be the last. he loved everything about her so much that it hurt.

“hey, you’re going to do great out there, nyck.” y/n said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. nyck reached up to place one of his hands on her arm, wishing that she wasn’t wearing her plaid flannel, that way he could find comfort in her soft skin. “you’re starting p8, you can do this, that’s a good place to be.”

“y/n, I’ll be okay, just a little nervous.”

he could tell that she didn’t believe him.

and then she did something really stupid.

y/n curled her fingers into the collar of his williams polo, pulling him towards her as she pressed her lips to his. after a moment of shock, nyck fell into the kiss, his hands coming to hold her hips as their lips moved in perfect harmony with each other, a low moan emanating from the dutchmans throat before y/n pulled away.

“wow.” she said simply, nyck echoing her thoughts, or lack thereof.

“now do you see why I need you to come back to me in one piece?”

nyck exhaled. "listen, y/n, this is a can of worms that I really can't afford to open when i'm about to get in a car going three-hundred miles per hour. but i promise we'll talk about this as soon as i come back, okay? because i have a lot that i really need to tell you."

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting off tears as she just simply said: "stay safe out there, de vries. remember: medium tyres."

nyck smiled, pained at the thought that he might be causing y/n more emotional pain. but he knew that if he said what she wanted to hear, what he needed to say, he wouldn't make it out onto the racetrack in time.

"medium tyres, got it." he squeezed her hand, ready to walk away before changing his mind at the last second, turning back on his heel to press another kiss to y/n's lips before taking off to go put his fireproofs on.

it hurt her to watch him go, but she had to remember that he also kissed her and she hung on to the hope that what he had to say wasn't going to break her heart in the end.

because she didn't think that she could handle it if it did.

———————

"that's p8 nyck, p8. magnificent job, kid!"

"hey nyck, it's y/n. i'm proud of you, dumbass."

despite himself, nyck laughed. "have you been backseat strategizing this entire time?"

"what, of course not." y/n joked sarcastically. "i might have gaslit jost into offering me a job as race engineer."

"god help us all." nyck chuckled. "can we talk after i've gotten weighed? i'm not mad about what happened earlier, i swear to you, but i have something i need to tell you."

any unease or worry left in y/n's soul evaporated when she saw nyck walking back towards the williams garage, fluffy hair ruffled and matted from the balaclava, helmet in his hand as he opened his arms to engulf y/n in a tight hug, bodies pressed together, fingrs digging into fabric.

"you did it, de vries."

"i'm in love with you." he hadn't meant to start his grand speech like that, the words just slipping out. "and i have been since we were sixteen years old. when you stopped karting, it stung because i wasn't sure if i was ever going to see you again. so when i saw you at the track a few weeks later, learning how to fix an engine, i thought it was a miracle, a sign. but i was too much of a coward to tell you sooner."

"i'm not the kind of girl that guys like you go out with." y/n confessed. "even going to the e-prix i realized that i never fit the mould of what a racing wife was supposed to be like. and when you got into f2 and started travelling a lot, even though you brought me with you as often as you could while i was still in school, i felt lonely and i knew i couldn't put myself through that, that we would never work. even when i was with you, i always felt out of place. i don't look like those other girls with their fancy clothes and their toned stomachs and their modelling careers."

"I'm going to stop you right there, y/n. i'm in love with you. not those other girls, you. tattoos, piercings and assembly-line job and all. and we can make this travel thing work, i promise. but i don't want to spend another day pretending that i don't want to hold you in my arms and kiss every inch of your skin."

“kiss me, nyck.”

nobody needed to tell him twice.

the garage burst out into cheers as they embraced, her lips soft against his. nyck tasted like sweat, but y/n tasted like peppermint from the chap stick she was wearing, the taste of dark chocolate still on her tongue. she cradled his face in her hands, his arms tightening their hold around her waist. one of the engineers ran up to nyck and took his helmet from him so he could hold y/n with both hands, both parties giggling into the kiss, wide smiles on their faces when they finally split apart.

"are you saying that we could have been doing that for eleven years by now?"

nyck lowered his voice, raising an eyebrow in an attempt to be sexy. "then i guess we'd better make up for lost time."

———————

the hotel room window was open, a soft breeze causing the sheer curtains to billow in the wind. clothes were scattered all over the wooden floor: plaid flannel shirt crumpled by the front door, a polo shirt and jeans thrown over the arm chair, tank top draped over the television. nyck and y/n were on the bed, basking in each other's company now that they finally had each other.

the rest of the hotel floor were probably glad that the two were finally finished moaning each other's names at the top of their lungs. it had been a long hour and a half for the people in the rooms on either side.

y/n was wearing one of nycks shirts, bunched up under her breasts to show off her tattoos, the ones that nyck found utterly fascinating as he traced the path that the dragons took from the hem of her calvins and up over her navel with his fingertips.

“why dragons? I’ve always been curious.”

“do you remember when I quit karting?” she paused, waiting for nyck to nod. “it wasnt just because I wasn’t confident in myself any more. that was also the year that I got my diagnosis.”

nyck didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out: “shit.”

“I was still just a kid, and I was terrified. I couldn’t deal with things properly. the dizziness,the fatigue, shortness of breath. I think one of the hardest parts was learning that I could have problems during pregnancy if I ever decided to have kids. I was young and I was scared. hell, I’m twenty seven and still don’t have kids. I don’t even know if that’s something I want, I just know that I’ve spent too much time being scared. to the celtics, dragons meant courage, and to the chinese dragons represent good fortune. they were two things I thought I needed a bit more of.”

she had been diagnosed with an iron deficiency three months after her performance in karting began to seriously decline. she was holding down the midfield okay, still finishing races in the points, but out of nowhere, she couldn’t keep up with the middle of the pack anymore, she was finishing races out of breath and dizzy. when her period came around, she would just bleed and bleed and bleed, never letting up. that was the year she found out she’d need to spend the rest of her life on iron supplements.

she did some things she regretted that year, and some days she wondered if quitting karting was one of them. it was definitely one of the less irresponsible choices she made, she always wondered if she could have gotten better once she understood her body and her condition a bit better.

but at the same time, her condition had lead her to start fixing engines, which is what lead to her job at porsche.

what lead her back to nyck.

the dutchman took her hand in his. “whatever comes next, I promise you that we’ll get through it together, okay? if you do decide that you want kids, I’ll be right next to you through it all, okay?”

she nodded, tears threatening to fall. “I wouldn’t want them with anybody else but you.”

“I love you, nyck. there’s never been anybody else for me.”

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