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it’s nice to have a friend | ms47

— something give you the nerve to touch my hand

pairing: mick schumacher x bestfriend!reader

summary: you help mick navigate his role of test driver and trying to get a seat for the next season while you try to hide your feelings for him, because you’re just best friends, right?

warnings: fluff, both mick and reader being a little oblivious at first, mention of haas and guenther steiner!!!, little bit of angst (just a tiny bit bc 2022 season is mentioned), english is not my first lenguage

length: 2.0k (ish)

a/n: this is my first au/smau here in tumblr, hope you like it. btw english is not my first language so i’m sorry if there is any grammar mistake or something, enjoy!! <33

September 21st, 2018. Red Bull Ring, Spielberg.

How could I already lose a glove? I just arrived at the Red Bull Ring and I already lost a glove, I’m going to freeze to death. It would be amazing If I stop being such a mess, no one is going to seriously hire me if they see that I can't even be responsible for some gloves. Trying to forget that I start rubbing my hands so I can warm them up, Spielberg this year was colder than normal, which means that the temperature was almost below 0. 

To forget about the cold I start to take photos of the Prema garage, deciding which one I’m going to post on Instagram and which ones are going to be deleted. This is my first season with them, being an intern while I try to study for my degree in Marketing and Public Relationships. 

When I think that I took enough photos and posted them in stories, I run out of things to do, so I decide to take a walk around the track to stretch my legs and try to warm up. As I am leaving the garage while rubbing my hands, I bump into something harder and taller than me. My first instinct is to watch the face of the person I just crashed into which turns out to be my biggest mistake, because I get lost in his blue shy eyes making me not listen to any word that he just said.

“Excuse me, what did you just say? I wasn’t listening, sorry.” He lets out a giggle that makes my legs weak.

“I said that I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem.”

“I’m Mick, by the way.” He smiles bigger as he extends his hand to me so I can shake it, his fingers are long and his hand is way bigger than mine. “What’s your name?”

“Ehm, my name is y/n, I guess it is a pleasure to meet you”. I take his hand in mine and start to shake it.

“God, y/n your hands are freezing.”

“Yeah… I just lost one of my gloves and I didn’t want to seem pathetic wearing just one.” He lets go of my hand, reaching to his pocket and taking out his gloves, putting them in my hands. 

“There, you can have mines, It’s time to change them for my racing gloves anyways.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much Mick!” As I’m putting on the gloves the way Mick is looking at me doesn’t go unnoticed, but I decide to keep mine in my hands so I can avoid those blue eyes as long as I can.

“But I want something in exchange.” I look up at him with my eyebrows raised, waiting for him to finish the sentence. “Wanna hang out? Like not right now but you know… Someday.” I smile as big as I can and he doesn’t take long to imitate it, holding my hands so he can tie the gloves. “I’ll take that as a yes, so there you have my phone number.” He leaves a tiny scrap of paper in my hands, walking away fast as people scream his name. 

Did I just become friends with THE Mick Schumacher?

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August 13th, 2023. Ibiza, Mallorca.

Being in Formula 1 can be a dream turned into a curse, even more so if people expect you to be the next Michael Schumacher when you're just a rookie trying to understand the shittiest car of the grid. People have been unfair with Mick, fuck, even his ex team principal has been a shitty person to him, abusing him mentally.

But now we're here, it's summer break of the 2023 season and Mick has been looking for a seat for the next year. I'm trying to be his biggest supporter, that's what best friends are for I guess, trying to make him see the positive things. AlphaTauri hasn't spoken about renewing his two drivers, whose contract ends this year, as well as Zhou's and Logan's contract. Okay, Haas hasn't spoken either, but I'd rather kill him than let him go back to that hell.

"Do you think I'll be on the grid next year?" Mick's voice takes me out of my thoughts. "Because sometimes I don't see it, you know how it is, one year out of Formula 1 isn't ideal, even more if you were a disaster rookie like me." I take a breath before I talk, I don’t want to get my frustration out with him, I don’t know how many ways to kill Guenther I have already thought of.

"Mick Schumacher, if I listen to one more bad thing about you coming out of your mouth, be sure you won't get a seat next year because I'll kill you with my own hands."

Mick looks at me with his eyes wide open, it's not like me to be that aggressive, but desperate situations lead to desperate measures.

"Listen to me Mickie." My hand goes to his jaw to make him look at me. "You weren't a disaster, the car and the team were the disaster, plus the team principal was a fucking asshole who can’t keep his mouth shut." My thumb is on his cheek, caressing it. "You were a spectacular rookie, shit Mick, you won Formula 3 and Formula 2, categories where the car doesn't matter, the driver makes the difference." I see how his lips are trying to contain a smile. "You're one of the best drivers, it's not fair that they're comparing you to your father when the situation is totally different."

Finally, Mick shows me a sheepish smile, he closes his eyes and lets his cheek fall into my hand, sighing at the contact.

"I don't know what I would do without you, y/n.""

"Probably die, so let's be thankful I'm here, you were smart enough to hire me as your social media manager." 

"That was probably the best decision I made in my twenties along with becoming your best friend." I try to hide my wince as I listen to him, being his best friend has not been enough for a long time, but I take what I have.

"I can’t say the same, I accepted to be your friend just because you lent me a glove after I lost mine” 

“And then I asked you if you wanted to hang out, you said yes, I gave you my number in a scrap of paper and became best friends.”

“You’re forgetting the time you invited me to the ranch and ended up sleeping in tents because you wanted to show me the beautiful things of the countryside and I was attacked by mosquitoes, that’s when I knew we would be best friends.”

“Because I caused you to get thousands of mosquito bites?”

“No, because the next day you put cream on each and every one of the bites.”

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October 10th, 2023. Gordonville, Texas.

As soon as the race in Qatar was over, Mick and I took the first flight to Texas, we still had two weeks until COTA, two weeks we'll be spending in his family ranch in Gordonville. The US GP is always one of my favourites because it allows me to spend time with Mick's family as well, I always look forward to spending time with Corinna and Gina.

Since Mick and I met in 2018 in his second season in the Formula 3 European Championship when I was working as a social media intern in Prema, his family has welcomed me as another daughter. Even if I was with Mick, they would call me to make sure I was okay and he was treating me right.

"So tell us, y/n how's Mick treating you?" The four of us were around a table, having dinner together.

"You know the answer, Corinna, he's even trying to spoil me even if I don't want to."

"Sorry for wanting you to have the best of the best so you can do your job."

Mick and I continue arguing throughout dinner while Corinna and Gina just ignore us having a conversation by themselves. When all of us finished our food, Corinna sent us to the garden so we could chill out for a bit outside. Mick and I ended up on the roof of his house, watching the sunset.

He's been trying to buy me the newest iPhone for a long time with the excuse of "making my job easier and faster", he did the same two years ago, but this time I'm not allowing it.

"And I said my iPhone does the same job as the newest one without the need to waste money just because.”

“What if we play something?” I broke the silence after five minutes, I can’t stand it.

“What do you want to play?” Mick sits up, with his arms around his legs.

“What about twenty questions?” I smile at him, the last rays of sun lighting up his face, allowing me to get lost in his ocean blue eyes, the same ones that I would like to see by my side every day when I get up. 

If I’m being honest I don’t know how long I’ve had a crush on Mick. I mean, I found him attractive the first time I saw him on my first day at Prema, but I don’t think It was love at first sight, I didn’t know him that well. I think I fell in love with him as he put cream in all my mosquito bites, trying to be respectful and asking me if I was okay with that almost every minute.

“Come on, Y/N/N, we know everything about each other. This game is silly.”

“How about you answer questions about me and I answer questions about you, mh?”

We throw questions at each other, getting every single one right, he even guesses right where my birthmark is which makes his cheeks go red as he answers, just for your information, it’s under one of my breasts. I get right his favourite track as he also gets right who is my favourite driver on the grid. When we finish the twenty questions we keep talking about anything and everything, our eyes telling the truths our mouths can’t say. We go back to reminisce about his time at Haas, talking about how stressed he was and how stressed I was just because he was too.

“You know I almost tried to burn the Haas garage down?” He looks at me with his big eyes, looking surprised. “Well, maybe I did try but Seb stopped me saying it wasn’t worth it.” 

I don’t know what gives him the nerve, but he touches my hand with one of his as the other goes to my cheek, stroking it. I lean my face further into his hand, closing my eyes and sighing. When I feel his hand travelling to the back of my neck I let my eyes open, he has gotten closer to me, our noses touching. 

“Mick, what are you doing?” I whisper my words so low that I’m impressed he has managed to hear me.

“Something I wish I had done years ago.” As he finishes talking, he presses his lips against mine, giving me no time to ask what he was talking about. I let myself be carried away by the kiss, Mick takes advantage of my sigh to introduce his tongue, caressing mine. 

“Mick! Come do-” Gina stops talking as she sees what we are doing, we get apart as soon as we listen to her voice. “Okay… I’m not gonna say anything just… come down fast, you have James Vowles on the phone."

We look at each other with eyes wide open, smiling big, a call from the Williams principal can only mean one thing: Toto has pulled his strings and got Mick a seat. He gives me one more kiss before he climbs down the roof. It looks like I don’t have an unemployed best friend anymore, but an employed boyfriend-ish.

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mine | dr3

— you are the best thing that's ever been mine

pairing: dad!daniel ricciardo x wife!reader

summary: it's the australian gp and daniel needs his family around, but he needs the little sienna grace ricciardo even more to be his luck charm.

warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst because i can't write something without it, mentions of his times in mclaren (not good memories), daniel being the bestest of dads, a little bit of sadness at the last paragraph, english is not my first lenguage.

length: 3.4k

a/n: after months and months of drought, i'm back!! the inspiration kicked me yesterday while i was trying to get some sleep and my brain decided to not let me sleep so i wrote this (and ended this today). hope you like it!! (ignore any grammar mistake and things like that) <333

Sienna Grace Ricciardo was a ray of sunshine born in the darkest of days. She was a joy to be around, just like his father. And she had the perfect timing arriving, at 5:35 am on September 3rd, 2022, just when her dad needed a little happiness outside the racing world. Her first months weren't easy, Daniel was almost drowning in a depression because of his racing status, he had just found out about McLaren dumping him, which left you alone trying to take care of her while you were trying to cheer him up, all of this being far away from Dan's family.

But everything quickly changed when Daniel went back to Red Bull, he was the Daniel you fell in love four years prior, the Daniel that was hungry for more, the Daniel that redeemed himself in Monaco, the one who always went for the gap just like he did in China, the one who could spend saturday’s night awake because you couldn’t sleep even when he needed to get rest to the race on sunday. Daniel was back to being a loving and attentive partner, taking care of you and Sienna, he became his true self again while he was becoming the best dad for your daughter.

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Now, Sienna is three years old and is parading herself with Red Bull merch around the paddock proudly. She is her dad's biggest fan, even when she was one year old and he was driving the truck the AlphaTauri was. 

"Oh! Look at that, is it who i think it is?" At the sound of Lando's voice, the little girl goes running away from the hold of your hand, jumping at him when she is closer. "Little Ric, how are you doing?" Lando tickles Sienna's belly, making her laugh.

"I'm so happy uncle Lan! Daddy starts first! Didn't you see?" Little Sienna had a broad vocabulary and perfect grammar for a three year old. She was just as happy and extroverted as Daniel, but as smart and witty like you.

"I saw it, Gracie, did you see where I start?" Lando loves to call your daughter by her middle name, thinking that it is more special than just calling her Sienna, and of course she is delighted with the nickname his favourite uncle (much to Max's and Blake's dismay) has assigned to her.

"Of course I did! You start third... But I hope you do not catch my father, uncle Lan." She says it with a semi closed mouth and a shy tone, trying to not hurt his uncle's feelings. "It's Australia, it's daddy's race, it is fair that he wins it!".

You usually don't leave Sienna walking, even less running, alone in the paddock without somebody holding her, either it's you or someone from Daniel's family, but when she got away from your grip to go running to Lando, you didn’t worry, she was in good hands. When you arrive at the duo they are debating in which colours they look better, and Sienna looks offended when Lando says she would look better in a papaya shirt with a four in it than in the navy blue shirt with the number three that she's wearing. 

"Lando, you know you're supposed to be the grown up of you two, right?" You take your daughter from Lando's embrace, taking her in yours and kissing his forehead.

"That is your opinion, right Little Ric?" Lando pokes your daughter's nose and Sienna nods agreeing with Lando, betrayed by your own daughter, unbelievable. "Good job, I'll give you some cookies later" He whispers a bit too loud to your daughter.

"Sometimes you act like you're five when you're twenty seven, you should be ashamed, and don't you think that I haven't just heard the bribe you made to my daughter."

"I just like to live while I'm young."

"Aaaand that's why you're single." Lando looks at you offended and steals your daughter as revenge, Sienna doesn’t look bothered by it, she just accepts it, being used to this type of thing.

"I'm single so I'm always available for my only and true love, my bestie Gracie, right baby?" 

He tickles Sienna's belly again, making her laugh, but the little girl just ignores his question to entertain herself with his curls, rolling them with her little fingers.

"Just wait until Danny hears that, I bet he's not gonna be happy."

"Hear what?"

Your husband hugs you from behind, resting his hands on your hips and his chin at the top of your head. Sienna immediately ignores Lando, opening her arms towards his father, closing and opening his fists. Daniel, as the perfect father that has been for almost four years, doesn't waste a second and abandons you to take his daughter out of Lando's arms, accommodating her in his and resting her weight on his hip.

"Look at my tiny little koala, you missed me?" Daniel nicknamed her after the animal after Sienna couldn't be away from him since she was born, crying if somebody took her from his father's arms, always seeking his father's attention. She was a daddy's girl and you don't have any problem with that, the type of bond they have is just too beautiful to be annoyed with. Sienna nods and rests her head on Daniel's shoulder without stopping admiring him. "Now, what were you two talking about? What's not gonna make me happy?"

“Lando here was saying that he’s staying single so he can spend time with his real love, who happens to be your daughter.” Lando hits your upper arm with an annoyed glance. “Ow!”

“Snitch! And you even left out the part where I said bestie, b-e-s-t-i-e.” The British spells the word to you, making clear that he wasn’t being weird, you were just twisting his words to your own benefit.

Daniel just keeps quiet, looking at the banter between you two while he caresses Sienna's hair, making the little girl sleepy. When he joined McLaren, Lando and you became inseparable, like siblings who like to annoy each other, even when Daniel and Lando had an awkward start because of their too similar personalities, the two of you couldn't have a better start, building a bond so strong from the first day. Travelling alone wasn’t easy, even less when you were 21 years old, so both of you took Lando under your wing, Daniel trying to mentor him on track (even when Lando was beating him) and you trying to give him the love his family couldn’t give him from far away. 

When McLaren announced that they were parting ways with Daniel, Lando was the first one that went to console and talk to him. Behind Daniel’s back Lando broke down to you, he couldn’t handle it by himself, he couldn’t lose another teammate that was like a brother to him, he couldn’t lose you from the paddock, you two were his travel family. He was also the one of the first ones to congratulate Daniel when AlphaTauri announced him back in 2023, happy that he would have the two of you back in the paddock along with little Sienna. Travelling with a baby was hard, even more with all of the time zones changes, but Daniel and you made it work, you make it work.

“Ehem.” Daniel fake coughs, making Lando and you stop your bantering, standing side by side looking at him with an innocent face. “So much of you for being thirty-two and twenty-seven.” 

“He started it!”

“She started it!” Lando and you say at the same time, making Daniel sigh and shake his head, people joked about you having to take care of two grown ups acting like kids, but most of the time that was Daniel’s role.

“I don’t wanna hear who started it, on the other hand I do wanna hear your excuse of trying to make a Jacob on my daughter Lando.”

Before the British can try to explain himself, Daniel and Lando’s engineers call them to their own garages, the race is about to start and the two of them have to review strategies and so on before it starts. Daniel and you say your goodbyes to Lando while he caresses your daughter cheek with his index finger, saying goodbye to her without waking her up.

--

When you arrive at the garage you put the headphones on Sienna immediately, knowing that the noise would disturb her and hurt her ears. Daniel passes your daughter from his arms to yours, and while she grumbles a little, she gets used to the change and doesn’t wake up, being still asleep while you rock her with your body. Daniel presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you wish him luck before he goes to revise everything with his team before he gets inside the cockpit and drives to the grid.

You sit at the back of the garage, where Daniel’s family is at, Grace smiles at you and coos at Sienna, who doesn’t even flinch. Joe kisses your cheek and Michelle just smiles at you. Isabella and Isaac try to convince you to wake up Sienna so she plays with them, this time they don’t get their way, but you assure them that after the race they can play as much as they want with their little cousin.

“Have you told him yet?” Grace whispers in your ear, so nobody but you hears her.

“I haven’t, I’m waiting until he ends the race, I don’t wanna be the one distraction in his head that ruins this big chance.”

Grace just nods and lets you be. All of you know how important this race is to Daniel, he’s finally in a championship winning car and he’s starting first, hoping to make history and become the first Australian to ever win his home race. He didn’t have the best of luck here, having DNFs or just about to get on the podium, never on it. You are nervous, even with Max and Daniel’s good relationship, the Dutch is starting second, and everyone knows how competitive Max is. In the last two years in Red Bull, Daniel has complied his role of second driver without complaining, helping Max to get another two championships under his belt, as well as another two constructor championshipsfor Red Bull, but this is his year, the year where he makes his dream come true, and it starts right here, right now, winning his home race for the first time after fifteen years of racing in Formula 1.

Once the cars are placed on their place in the grid and the lights go out, the race passes so fast that you don’t even notice that there are only two laps left. Daniel is second, having lost the position to the Mclaren of Lando, who has done an amazing job and a well done undercut. Daniel is just thousandths behind the British, inside the DRS zone, fighting for that P1, the position that could make him break a record, one that hasn’t even been settled before, so he steps on the throttle. In the first corner of the last lap, with open DRS, Daniel makes his famous late break, causing Lando to change his layout at the last minute, which gives Daniel an advantage at the exit of turn one and the entry of turn two. After a harsh but respectful battle Daniel achieves to overtake Lando, leading the race once again. The last corners have everyone stand up from their seats, even the engineers from the pit wall. The garage roars as Daniel passes the chequered flag, both sides of the garage jump and scream as both their drivers make it to the podium.

Daniel’s family and you run quickly to watch him get out of his car, everyone makes a corridor so you can pass. Sienna is awake after all of the noise, you explained to her what happened while you were trying to get to the barriers, as you say the words “dad” and “win” she starts screaming as well. 

As Daniel gets out of the car you can’t contain your tears, you let them run through your cheeks. You have always been proud of him, even on his darkest days at McLaren, you knew he was doing his best, and that was enough for you to be proud, because he never gave up. Now, you have even more reasons, your husband has just won his home grand prix, he now is P1 in the drivers championship with quite a wide margin. 

Daniel doesn’t waste time, he doesn’t care who has parked at both of his sides, or if his whole team is at the barricade, he only has eyes for you and Sienna, so he runs to you in a glimpse of time. Before you can think anything else, you feel Daniel arms engulf Sienna and you in a hug, with his visor up you can see that he’s crying as well, but the crinkles by his eyes show you that he’s also smiling. You kiss his helmet where you suppose his lips are, and ignoring all protocol, Daniel takes Sienna out of your arms. He makes all the rituals post race with her by his side, she is the happiest child of the world when she sees that uncle Max and uncle Lan are there as well.

Before the podium Daniel gives Sienna back to you, knowing that even if he wants both of you up with him, it isn’t possible. He gives you one last kiss before he runs to the cooldown room again so he can go up to the podium. As you see him step up in the highest spot, you can’t keep your tears at bay again. The whole time, while the aussie national anthem and the austrian one are heard through the speakers, he can’t take the eyes out of you. You can see how Max, Lando and Christian spray him with champagne while he just stays there with open arms, accepting his fate, just like minutes later the three of them have to accept theirs, having to do a shoey and drink from Daniel’s sweaty shoe.

-- 

Even with Grace and Joe insisting to Daniel and you to go out to celebrate, trying to convince you that they will take care of Sienna, both Daniel and you say thank you, but no. You don’t want to go out and party all night, that’s not how you are anymore, I mean, yes, after some races you go out and celebrate, but this time is special, this time you want to spend time with each other, as a family. Daniel has just made quite an achievement, and he wants to celebrate it with his favourite people.

“I still can not believe it.” Sienna has already fallen asleep and is laying on your bed, while Daniel and you are still in the living room of the suite, with you sitting in his lap.

“Actually, I do.” You say while you play with his beard, scratching it with your nails. “I always believed that this win would be yours one day, Danny, you had the talent and the craft, the things that were missing were the car and the luck, and this year you had it.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” You see tears trying to escape from his eyes. “Without both of you.” He circles his arms around your waist, making you get closer to him. “You stayed in the worst of times, you gave me the most important thing that we have now in those times, you got me out of there and gave me a daughter.” He kissed your lips before continuing. “I can’t express with words how much I love you and how thankful I am to have you in my life, and even if I could, the words and time I had to use to describe it wouldn’t be enough to make it justice.”

“You deserve this trophy more than anyone in the world, baby, you deserve every trophy that comes your way, because you deserve all the world can give you and more.”

"I don't care about trophies, you two are the best thing that's ever been mine and I couldn’t ask for more, both of you are my biggest achievements."

"More like us three." You take his hand and take it to your belly, you can't retain the smile as you see his shocked expression, in six months you will no longer be his favourite number, you're gonna be four. You didn't know how to tell him, so you decided the simpler, the better.

"Promise me you're not joking, because if you're joking I don't know what I would do-" You interrupt him with a kiss, knowing that he was starting to rant.

"I'm not joking Dan, I took the test yesterday but I didn't wanna fill your head with worries before the race, I know how important it was to you ."

Daniel's smile was even broader than in the podium a few hours ago, he started to caress your belly, so soft that if you weren't looking, you wouldn't even notice that it was happening.

"We're gonna be parents again?"

"Yes Dan, that's what happens when you get me pregnant."

Daniel kisses you with so much passion that if he wasn't holding you, you would've fallen back. He didn't care about championships and trophies since he met you, even from the very first glance he had a hunch that you would be his forever, the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. 

Daniel and you met at the Spanish Grand Prix in 2018, you made a connection so deep that he invited you to go back to Monaco with him and you spent two whole weeks together before the grand prix. He confessed to you his fears about being second to Max and not being enough to beat him and win a championship some day, you told him about your problems with your family, they abandoned you after you came out as bisexual. Little did both of you know that his family would become yours, and that being second to Max wasn’t going to be the biggest of his challenges in F1. You connected fast and hard, he invited you to follow him throughout the whole season and you took the risk to say yes, you were 24, he was 29, you were taking a gap year and he seemed to need you, so how could you say no to those big pretty brown eyes? 

The eight years that you’ve been together haven’t been easy, with his move to Renault and then to McLaren, with you starting to work as a psychologist in London after an amazing job opportunity, he was struggling and you couldn’t be by his side as much as you wanted to. But you made it through, you survived the rollercoaster together, you got married in a fast trip to Las Vegas in 2019, where Charles played his role as witness almost by accident, you survived McLaren together, even bringing another life to the world that was half him half you. If you look up to the definition of soulmates in a dictionary, a photo of Daniel and you would probably be there. 

Daniel wakes you up from your daydreaming, and you face his smile, mirroring it, you could spend a hundred of years living this and it still wouldn’t be enough. Because Daniel was, is and will be enough, he has always been, even when he was dressed with papaya clothes and was doubting himself, you knew he was enough, what wasn’t enough for you was the time you spend with him, teenager you was afraid and commitment and couldn’t stay in a relationship for more than a few months, but now, even after eight years together, you can't see the end of you and him, because you don't perceive a world without Daniel in it.

Your husband takes you in his arms and you surround his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, like a koala. He throws the two of you to the bed, giggling low trying to not wake up Sienna. Daniel and you spent the night remembering the tiniest of details in your relationship, like when he brought you cookies and cream ice cream instead of chocolate ice cream when you were five months pregnant. Or when Lando and you tried to play a prank on him but at the end was him who played the prank on you. You can’t help staring at him, almost tearing up at seeing him so happy after all he’s been through, but you would do it over and over for him just because of the sake of being him. You fall asleep in each others embrace, with your body on top of him, involuntarily combining your breaths.

Eight months later Jules Joseph Ricciardo was born, little JJ arrived just after Daniel was crowned champion of the world for the first time, converting the high time in even a higher and sweeter one.

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a perfect all-American bitch

[iguessricciardo]

mclaren can pretend they don’t know who daniel ricciardo is but he’ll still be their last race winner

[motorsportmania]

i’m actually wnridhdudvdhsidhejdndjdjfbfhdidjdb rn

[devilishlydumb]

this is supported by great studies from great universities!

sooooo i’m stranded in the middle of nowhere and decided to make this lil thing. i got tired adding drivers soooooo there’s also like half of them missing. enjoy! 💖

[lestappenwhore]

two kids in a relationship!!! he's my boyfriend (100% real no fake)

[lestappenwhore]

i almost do | cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x ex-girlfriend!reader

summary: it's been five months since charles and you broke up, but how are you dealing with it? how does it feel to want to do things but don't doing them because you're scared? it's a constant "i alomst do"

warnings: this is just pure angst and i'm not even sorry, maybe some grammar mistakes as english is not my first lenguage

length: 1k

a/n: thank you for the support you gave to the first part!! as i promised there you have the second part!! (i'm not responsible for any pain caused)

I turned around in my bed so I could see the clock in my nightstand. It's 2 a.m and I've been messing in my bed for almost four hours, incapable of falling asleep. I can’t stop wondering if he’s still awake at this time, but I can bet he’s still up, thinking about what he can improve in the car after a tiring long hard week. It’s been five months since our break up, where I tried to put me first so I could be able to fulfil my dreams, but nights like this I wonder if I made the right decision, I mean, he was one of my dreams too, having a future with him sometimes was even a bigger dream than having a successful career, having multiple exhibitions in the most important museums of the world. 

I can bet he’s sitting in his favourite chair, the one he used to play the piano, looking out of the window and sightseeing the streets of Monaco, I can’t stop hoping he’s still wondering about me. It’s Saturday, the week of the Monaco Grand Prix, and even when I tried to avoid thinking about him and everything related to him, living here on these dates makes everything more difficult, even more so when all his family is around and tries to keep in touch with me. Breaking up with Charles was difficult, but breaking up with his family was impossible, I mean, Pascale was still my hairdresser and I refuse to put my hair in the hands of another person. 

Even though I tried to ignore the race, it’s inevitable to know about the qualifying session when Charles and I still share our group of friends. I had dinner today with Riccardo and Marta. I had baby fever and had to see Chiara, I can swear she’s the sweetest baby I’ve ever met. They took advantage of the dinner to let me know about Charles's problems in qualifying. I tried to stop them, not wanting to know anything about him, but they insisted. It’s time like this when it takes everything in me not to call him, wishing I could run to him so I can talk to him, making sure he’s not being hard on himself, because as always, it’s not his fault, it’s Ferrari being a mess. 

I tried to warn him last year when Ferrari gave up in the middle of the season, screwing up his chances of winning his first championship, but he turned an eye blind to me. I know he’s trying to compensate for what Jules wasn’t able to do, but it didn’t have to be at his expense, at his mental health expense. I tried to seek help from Pascale to convince him, but it was useless.

Is he thinking that I either moved on or hate him? I mean, he could think that because everytime he tries to reach out to me I decide to no reply, because I can’t talk to him and risk another goodbye, because I’m not emotionally prepared, because I still need him but he’s not good to me right now, we’re not good for each other right now.

It’s so hard getting used to living without him after three years being together. I tried to be strong for both of us, swallowing all my opinions and reproaches, just for the sake of our relationship, trying to avoid useless fights. But what he did on Christmas was the last straw, my biggest and most important exhibition and he wasn’t able to say “no” to Ferrari once again, he wasn’t able to say no to them for me, and that hurt more than I thought it would. 

We made quite a mess, I’m aware of that, but it’s probably better off this way. I can confess to myself that maybe there are sometimes that I have dreams where I touch his face, just like I used to do before I fell asleep. In my dreams he shows up at my front door, asking if I wanna try again with him, but it is just that, a dream, because I know him like nobody else does, I know that he won’t do that, at least not after I told him I needed space, that I needed some time without him, because he was doing more bad than good to me. And sometimes I regret that, sometimes I regret everything that I said that night, because I know that if I didn’t say everything I said, he would show up, he would try to win me back. 

But, right now, his family and friends are all I have left to know about him, to know how he’s doing and how Ferrari is treating him. If he still gets along with Carlos even when he sided with me in all this mess. 

Being with him knowing I wasn’t his first priority was hard, but I’m starting to think that not being with him at all is even harder. I need to sleep next to him, and even more importantly, I need him to be the first thing I see every morning when I wake up. I hated being without him even when I knew when was the next time I was seeing him, but I hate even more being without him not knowing when will be the next time I’ll be able to see him. I miss our car rides with no destination at all, just enjoying the journey while I forced him to sing along to  Taylor Swift songs.

I hope that he knows that every time I don’t call him back, that every time I avoid him like the plague, I almost do. I almost call him every night, I almost go to his front door trying to get him back. Because I can’t risk another goodbye, but I hate not being brave and having no fear of the risk. Because I prefer to risk another goodbye than risk living without him by my side.

Because every time I don’t do something to go back to him, I almost do.

[lestappenwhore]

we're a hundred now and on my birthday!!!! thank u so much for the support, 100 followers it's a little milestone but important to me🫶🏻 i'll try to post the second part of the moment i knew between today and tomorrow!! and i just started working on the lando's podium celebration 💖

[lestappenwhore]

btw!! i'm preparing something special in case lando ends up on the podium tomorrow!!! you can decide if you want it to be happy or sad🫡

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[lestappenwhore]

i think i just finished the second part of the moment i knew!! i'm gonna review it and make it as perfect as i can!! i'll try to post it tomorrow 🫶🏻

[lestappenwhore]

I HAVE CODES FOR THE ERAS TOUR

[loving-ricciardo]

seeing that rbr car with number 3 on it- feeling totally normal about it

[httpiastri]

wedding bells – ln4

as you visit your first wedding, lando realizes that maybe his wedding will be the next one he attends.

genre: fluffy fluff

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: some anxiety about not being accepted by lando's family, but that's it

author's note: i started writing this a while ago but didn't feel like finishing it until tonight. i felt extra soft for lando today i think. anyway, i got an idea for wedding!lando, especially saying the things in the last part, and then the rest of the story just came along. this is a bit longer than the stuff i usually post, but i like it. sadly i feel like it's a little rushed because i wanted to post it tonight. hope you enjoy. ❤️

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“lando…” you groan, shaking your head. “can you come here for a moment?”

lando instantly plops out of your bedroom to come to where you’re standing in front of the full-body mirror in the hallway. “what’s wrong, love?” he asks, worried eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“the dress… i…” you sigh, pausing for a moment as your eyes wander over the material. it’s blue, pretty and maybe a bit more flimsy than you usually went for. but then again, it's in the middle of the summer, and you'd rather not be too hot. “i bought it for today, but i’m not sure if it’s too flashy, or-“

your boyfriend shakes his head as he cuts you off. “it’s perfect.”

“you think?” you ask, biting your lip slightly to hold back a smile.

“yeah, totally.” he steps in behind you and places his hands on your waist, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “but maybe it’s just because you’re wearing it. you make everything look like it’s the most fancy brand.”

you feel your cheeks warming up, feeling shy at the comment. trying to ignore it, you turn in his hold to face him. "you don't look too bad yourself," you say, taking him in. he's dressed in a dark, slim suit, fitting the occasion well. the tie hanging from his neck has not been tied yet, so you take the fabric in your hands to help him out.

today is the wedding of lando's older brother oliver and his fiancée savannah, and lando is going to be the best man. as soon as he got asked the question, he told you about it and he was so excited about taking you to the wedding. but he hadn't known that you had never been to a wedding before.

you'd seen them in movies, but you had no real experience so you weren't sure how everything would go or how you should act. and as if that wasn't enough, lando's whole family would be there. you'd met most of them during holidays and other celebrations, but there was always an increase of anxiety for you whenever you were meeting them again.

"you know," he says, almost as if he can hear your thoughts as they rumble through your brain. "there's nothing to worry about." you look up at him just as you're done with the tie. "everyone already loves you."

"i'm just a little nervous, i guess..."

one of his hands reach up to cup your face and you lean into his touch. "totally understandable." a small pout forms on your lips. "but everything will go smoothly, i'll make sure of that. okay?"

you nod and lando leans down to place a soft kiss onto your pout.

"you look so beautiful. i'll have to make sure all of the singles stay away so i don't lose you to one of them," he says, as if you could ever choose someone else over him.

there's nothing more romantic than a wedding.

that's what everyone has always told you, and you have had no issue believing them. yet, you haven't properly grasped just how romantic it is until you sit actually sit there, watching the entire church brighten once the wedding party makes their way towards the altar, hearing the gasps and cheers of the guests.

seeing lando makes it feel even more romantic.

sure, you saw him in his suit when he got dressed at your apartment. you even saw him just an hour ago when you parted right outside the church. but there's just something about the way the church lights shine on his face, the way he's surrounded by his closest friends and family up on the altar, and the way his smile grows so fond when he locks his eyes with you sitting by the other guests. he's so beautiful, as always, but there's a certain twinkle in his eyes that makes you fall for him all over again.

a wedding is the perfect symbol of love – and this wedding is perfect.

the bride is magnificent, just like the groom. it is so much prettier than in the movies, all of the emotions and the love spreading from the happy couple to every wedding guest. happy tears roll down their cheeks as they say their vows, and you feel yourself having to blink away a few stray tears, subtly wiping them off with your thumb.

every time your gaze leaves the couple to watch lando, your eyes meet his.

he hasn't been able to take his eyes off you for the whole ceremony.

when you lock eyes with him as oliver and savannah kiss for the first time as husband and wife, your eyes water again. you swear you can spot a tear in lando's eyes too.

you've never been particularly good at reading lips, but the whisper leaving his lips now is easy to understand; "i love you."

it's just as easy to whisper it back. "i love you too."

a perfect symbol, a perfect wedding – and your love for lando is perfect, too. just like his love is for you.

and as you look back at the bride and groom celebrating, lando can't help but wonder if the day you and him stand on the altar will be just as perfect as today is.

the wedding reception is also wonderful. white flowers as far as the eye can reach, long tables perfect for socialization, and amazing food. you and lando are lucky enough to be seated at the table of not only the bridal couple, but also some of lando's most talkative relatives. once there is just a little alcohol down their throats, there is no way anyone can worry about the conversation dying down or the mood turning awkward.

lando's hand never lets go of yours, fingers intertwined under the table as you listen in to the many beautiful speeches made to the bride and groom. he takes care of you in the most subtle, yet so important, ways, making sure you feel comfortable with the new environment. when he notices you being engrossed in a conversation with one of his sisters, he uses the opportunity to leave for the bathroom, giving you a quick kiss to your temple before hurrying off.

what lando does not expect to see when he comes back from the bathroom is a little baby.

in your arms.

when he nears your table, your eyes look up right into his instinctively. lando wishes he could engrave the sight of your expression into his brain, because he's never seen you smile like this before. you look like you're about to burst from happiness and possibly, probably, also baby fever. your hold on the baby is steady yet so gentle and he can tell from afar how comfortable the baby must be.

"honey, come meet zach, your..." you start once he arrives at the table. "second cousin? third?" you frown slightly, not being completely sure of the family tree.

"sarah's baby?" he asks, sitting down next to you again.

"yeah!"

the smile is back on your face as you look back down at the baby. lando smiles, too. "second cousin, then." one of his hands reach down to the baby's little cheek, thumb stroking over the insanely soft skin. "hey there, buddy."

you coo at the way lando's voice changes when he talks to his little second cousin, his baby voice seemingly working because a big grin flashes on zach's face. "oh, look at that! such a cutie."

lando's fingers move to squeeze the baby's cheeks together, eliciting a sweet giggle from him. your heart melts at the sight; you already knew that your beloved boyfriend is great with kids, but seeing him laughing along with the baby in your arms, bearing a smile that matches the one on zach's face? that feeling can't be matched by anything else in the world, you think.

you lean to rest your head against lando's shoulder and one of his arms sneaks around your waist as if out of habit. he keeps on playing, and zach keeps on laughing, and you feel like you could spend the rest of your life like this without problem.

a voice eventually interrupts your moment, and you lift your head to look behind you at the elderly woman standing there. you recognize her from the ceremony; she was sitting on the front row of the bride's side of the church.

her voice is sweet but a bit teasing as she speaks. "are we looking into the future here, sweethearts?" she looks between the two of you and at the baby in your arms.

you and lando instantly look at each other, both at a loss for words. "oh-" you start, at the same time as lando.

"well-"

both of you stutter for a while, trying to find something to say, but the lady thankfully saves you. "either way," she sends you both a wink. "you make the quite gorgeous couple. you have my best wishes for the future." and just as soon as she arrived, she's off again.

you look back at him, eyes meeting his surprised ones. you think about a good way to mention what she has just asked you, but then it feels like both you and lando come to the same conclusion at the same time.

we're in no rush. we're still young, we have time.

sarah soon comes by to pick up her son, staying for a little chat. her sister walks by and she too joins the conversation, but lando feels himself falling quiet quickly. he decides that he doesn't mind, he's very content staying out of it because that allows him to lay all his focus on you.

he admires the way your eyes glimmer at the older women, the way your silly little jokes make his relatives laugh; the way they seem to already be accepting you as a member of the family.

she's going to fit in perfectly, he thinks to himself.

lando's suit jacket is long forgotten when the after party starts to tone down, his broad chest only covered by his now slightly opened white button-up shirt.

yet again, he has lost you to his relatives. it's been a pretty common thing this evening. this time, you're sitting at a table with oliver and savannah, apparently very deep into a discussion.

lando feels a bit bad about breaking into the conversation, but he at the same time feels some kind of need to be a little selfish.

"sorry to interrupt," he says, smiling apologetically to the group before turning to you, holding out his hand. "may i have a dance?"

you nod and place your hand in his. "you may."

he leads you out on the dance floor before placing his hands on your hips. your hands land on his shoulders, which is good because you're both a bit tipsy, and this way you can make up for your worsening balance by using each other for support.

the music is slow and the dance floor is almost empty by now. you're both quiet for a few moments and lando seems like he's deep in thought.

your fingers intertwine at the back of his head as you interrupt the silence and look him deep in his eyes. "what are you thinking about?"

the corners of lando's lips tilt upward. "just how... you're so beautiful, and..." for the second time today, you feel your cheeks getting a bit warm at his words. you look to the side. "god, i'm trying really hard to not propose to you right now."

your now widening eyes dart back at him immediately, your breath getting stuck in your throat as your feet stop moving. "what?!"

"it's rude to propose at someone else's wedding. it takes the spotlight away from them, i really don't wanna do that."

you can't believe your ears – and the fact that he seems so unbothered by the words coming out of his mouth make you appalled. to him, it's like it is no big deal. "yeah, i know about that," you start. "but what do you mean by that? like, what-"

"what i mean is that i really want to marry you."

"oh, lando..." you shake your head slightly but you can't stop the smile spreading across your face. "i hope you don't think that you can propose to me this casually. you'll have to do it for real."

he grins. "of course, love. this was just a fair warning." you chuckle at him, rolling your eyes. "now you still have time to run away before i make my very public proposal with cameras everywhere. you know, the type where you feel so bad that you just have to say yes because you don't want to cause a scene."

"you're an idiot."

"your idiot."

you lean in to kiss him, both of you smiling and laughing against each other. "my idiot that i love a lot."

"your idiot who loves you a lot, too."

[lestappenwhore]

what do i have to do to have a lando as my boyfriend?? 😩😩😩

[old-lorarri]

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─ summary . . . ❨ sporting a new tattoo the internet hunt down the artist to thank her for her public service but found out a lot more than expected ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ daniel ricciardo x fem! tattoo artist! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ this is for my fav aussies birthday, kinda rushed tbh but I have had this idea for a while and I wanted to get it out quickly while i still had the motivation so enjoy ❩

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the moment i knew | cl16

— standing there in my party dress, in red lipstick

pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader, carlos sainz x reader (platonic)

summary: you just opened an exhibition based on a collection where charles has been your muse, he promised to be there, but will he make it on time?

warnings: all of this screams angst, angst and more angst (i mean you read the title), charles not sorting his priorities right, maybe some grammar mistakes as english is not my first lenguage

length: 1.2k

a/n: hope you enjoy my coping mechanism when i have exam anxiety and stress (writing angst!!). hope yoy enjoy it and like it!! reblogs are appreciated <33

I look around the room trying to find him, he said he’d be here at the opening but he’s nowhere to be found. All of our friends and family are here supporting my work, a collection that took me almost two years to finish. It was months ago when a museum owner from Monte Carlo took interest in my paintings, more specifically the collection I did as Charles as my muse “Loving him is red”, a 16 paintings collection. 

I try to engage in conversations as I watch the door, he should be here, he should’ve burst through the door already with his “baby, I’m right here smile” but no, he isn’t bursting through the door and I’m losing the hope that he will do it through the night, he isn’t coming.

“Hey, y/n, is everything alright?” The voice of my boyfriend’s teammate wakes me up from my thoughts, every driver Charles and I have a relationship with is here, showing their support.

“Hm? Yeah, everything alright don’t you worry” I try to smile while I take a glass of champagne from the waiter who passes besides us. 

“You know I can see through your lies, right?” I look up at him, even with high heels he’s almost a head taller than me. “Tell me, what’s going on?”

I take a deep breath before answering. “It's just… he promised he’d be here Carlos, he promised he would make it.” Carlos wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving me a side hug and kissing my forehead, since he joined Ferrari our relationship has grown fonder, being like siblings.

Ferrari made Charles go to Maranello in the middle of his days off work that they gave him because of the Christmas holidays, it is December 29th, what the hell do they even need him for? The worst of all is that apparently they only needed Charles to test the new modifications of the car they’ll be driving next season. 

“I know, cariño, but you know it’s not his fault, Ferrari have their own ways to do things, and most of the time they aren't the right ones.” 

“Yeah, I know Carlos, but sometimes it would be nice to feel like his first priority.” I give him a tight smile as I try to free myself from his embrace.

He doesn’t say anything else and walks away towards Lando, who is talking with Max and Pierre. I look around the room once again, fixing my gaze on Charles' family. All of them are here, they’ve been the firsts to walk in, even Pascale offered to be here earlier so she could help me to fix the last details, since Charles and I started dating they've become my family, especially after moving to Monaco and leaving my family in my home country just to be with Charles.

This is not the first of my exhibitions that he does not come to, there have been a few, but this is the most important he has failed to make it to. Almost every time has been the same problem: Ferrari. It doesn’t matter if he’s on his days off or if he’s out of the country enjoying holidays with his family, if Ferrari calls he’s on the way to Maranello as fast as he can. 

The whole room is full of people laughing, having a good time. Some of them are even trying to put the collection together, trying to understand the feelings behind every painting. But as I am standing in the full room, looking around like everything is in slow motion, I know there’s one thing missing. 

Before anyone can see my cry I walk fast to the bathroom, smiling to those who congratulate me and saying thanks. When I enter the bathroom I look at my reflection in the mirror, my lips covered in red lipstick, wearing the black dress Charles bought me for this special occasion.

I checked my phone for any news about him, he said he’d be here at the opening, but he wasn’t. Usually, when he can’t make it he texts me saying how sorry he is and that he will make it up to me, but when I see that I don’t have any messages from him yet this time I look at myself in the mirror again, trying to contain my tears so I don’t ruin my make-up. He promised to be here, but he broke his promise.

I look to my right when the bathroom door bursts open, letting me see the blonde hair of Pascale. She hugs me without saying a word and I try to not fall apart, but the sinking feeling starts as I speak.

“He said he’d be here, Pascale.” I say hopelessly, because people say that hope is the last thing you should lose. 

“I know, ma chérie, I know.”

“If only he came I would feel like a million little shining stars had just aligned, and I would've been so so happy.”

It seems that Pascale doesn’t know what to say to lighten up my mood, she makes me turn around so I can face her, she cups my face with both hands, wiping my tears while she smiles, hoping that I could imitate her, but I just can’t. Because what else am I supposed to say when tears are streaming down my face in front of my mother-in-law? And what else am I supposed to do when the one who means the most to me is the one who didn’t show?

After a few more minutes we leave the bathroom hand in hand, walking back to the gallery as I feel all eyes on me. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he should've been here, because that would’ve made me so happy.

By 11pm most of the people had left, the only ones left were Charles’ family and the drivers I’m closest to. I said goodbye to them, and after almost every one of them offered themselves to give me a ride home and I refused, I started to walk around the streets of Monaco so I could take some air.  A phone ring takes me out of my thoughts, when I see the name on the screen I take a breath before answering.

“I’m so sorry, mon amour.” He speaks before I have time to say something. “I thought I could arrive on time but some tests didn't go as they should and I had to stay longer.”

“Charles, don’t you realise it’s always the same old story?”

“I know, I know, mon ange and I promise this is the last one, I swear.”

“Just like you promised to be here?” 

“Yes! I mean no, no mon amour I really promise to be there next time.”

Even when I want to believe him, the previous experiences are screaming to me that I shouldn’t. He doesn’t see me as his number one priority, and I get that. I get that racing has always been his dream, but painting has always been mine and I’ve never failed to make it to some important event he had to attend, I’ve always been by his side.

“I don’t know Charles this isn’t the first time something like this happens, but you know this was the most important.” I speak low and slow, emphasising how important it was that he came. 

“I know and I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, mon ange.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.”

And that was the moment I knew.

[teenagedreams-cl]

dump his ass girl

[lestappenwhore]

i mean,,, she still has feelings for him it's not that easy🫣

[gaypansies]

no offense but like…..reblog the fics you like. there is nothing more discouraging than having people read your fic without leaving kudos or any form of response. comment if you like it! send them a message! use the tags to talk about how you liked it! share the work so that others can read it too!

too often fic writers deal with people hounding them for updates, but never any feedback. end the cycle. reblog the fics you like. talk about them. share them.

[lestappenwhore]

btw!! i'm thinking of making requests!! i think i'll post a list with the drivers i feel comfortable writing for, but i have to look how everything works here yet🥸