BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — would do anything for her , he'd give her all his time , he'd give her everything if she had just asked for it. he would've given her the world if she asked.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — doesn't linger on the feeling of all of the distance memories. he finds solace in giving all of his time towards his rightful girlfriend. he'd give her the world now if she asked.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — would've said no. he would've just walked away from the offer. it was her contract , not his.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — doesn't feel guilty anymore , at least that's what he tells himself. he deserved to be in formula one , he had almost forgotten what he had taken.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — remembered everything. he remembered her solemn voice as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear , like friends would. he remembered the feeling of her touch on his body whenever she gave him the time of day to do so. he remembered the way she cried beneath him when he took her precious purity from her as she took his own.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — forgot how she felt. it was only one time , a forgettable time. two kids lost in their conflicting emotions taking it out on each other. nothing more. but he would never admit to sometimes seeing her face as he fucked into his girlfriend who isn't her.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — could never imagine what their last conversation would've sounded like. he never dreamt of losing her , or taking the one real thing she'd ever known away from her. he kept her like an oath.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — has those last words spoken by her etched into his shrouded mind. " you . . took it ? you really . . ? " the tears plastered on her face finds their way back into his mind every once and awhile , and mentally he tells her not to cry whilst wiping her away her deserved tears. she had every right to be upset.
currently cooking up a slow burn oscar piastri fic 🤫 this idea has been cooking for a few weeks now and IT'S SO GOOD. i will not disappoint 🫡 let me know if you wanna get tagged when it comes out. <3
in which the boundaries of a teacher student relationship suddenly cross.
just watched millers girl so 🤫🤫🤫
trigger warnings ; age gap ( reader is college aged and charles is twenty six. ) please do not actually try this with a teacher. i do not condone this lmao. eventual smut , hair pulling , unprotected p in v. little rough dom charles. i apologize for this one.
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" see me after class , Il faut qu'on parle.. "
that was all it took for her to indulge in his sinister game. the way he leaned down besides her — his warm breath just tickling her ear as he whispered those words to her. an authentic wave of excitement rose within her — unbeknownst to him. he lingered there for a moment , scanning the words on her hand written paper with that demented smile only she could find attractive. his thick cologne clogged her nose as he was so inadvertently close to her in that moment. she could suffocate whilst breathing the air he produced.
she nodded her head , eyes wandering towards the now crouched teacher — her mind already passed sane. her eyes flutter as his met hers , god , she could die like this. he stood up without hesitation , a slight tap on her desk was all that was left behind as he made his way back to his desk. at least it wasn't far. she was sat directly in the middle of the classroom — he always had a view of her. she didn't mind however , she made it her goal to appease him with her appearance the first day she walked into his classroom.
she had always admired mr. leclerc. it was a guilty pleasure of hers. granted — she knew indulging in such a thing was terrible . . but she couldn't help herself. she told herself it wasn't a big deal , that these little school girl crushes never go anywhere and die within the year. that wasn't the case however. her mind had trouble identifying the line between teacher and student — she had trouble coming to terms that mr. leclerc was in fact just her teacher and he was happily married.
the lines had somewhat blurred before , at least in her eyes. the way he stood so close to her , or the way he made her the priority in his class. he called her his prodigy. " she's talented , a wonderful writer. at least one of these kids know what they are doing. " he'd say to his wife , and she'd just smile along innocently. or was it the lingering stares , lust filled glances as she wore shorter and shorter skirts to class. maybe it was the way she presented herself - the way she held herself to such a high standard that failure wasn't an option for her.
she fought him when she was given a lower score on her papers , she stayed just a little longer than everyone else at the end of the day. once , she brought him coffee , somehow already memorizing his usual order. something along those lines. everything between them felt tense and tainted , the air grew thick and their throats clogged with words that cannot say aloud. it was palpable , the tension. every student could feel it. they called her a teachers pet , little leclerc , leclerc's lap dog. she proudly wore those words like a metal of honor.
on this particular day charles finally decided to do something about this inappropriate relationship. it wasn't like he wanted it to end , this was more or less about the paper she had turned in a week prior. it was a short story about this little student falling in love with her professor. it felt wrong. it felt disgusting for him to even read but he went through the entire thing in minutes. he didn't think he was affected by it until he felt his slacks grow tighter and tighter as he read it. it didn't effect him until he read it again , and again , and again with his hands down his pants. he came around two times before he even put a grade on the paper.
she was lost in thought when the bell rang , and she didn't move. the students around her hurried away , looking back at her a few times wondering if she'd follow . . but she didn't. she stayed put. she kept writing in her notebook - just keeping to herself. once the final students left it was just the two of them — and the room suddenly felt smaller. he tapped his fingers nervously on his pen before he stood up - grabbing the inappropriate paper. before he made his way over to her — she had already found him. she stood at the end of his desk , tank top suspiciously low for a spring day.
" tu voulais me voir ? " she practiced her french , her words laced with lustful intent. he couldn't help but clear his throat before nodding. " yes , i wanted to talk about the . . uh , paper you turned in to me last week. " she placed the paper face up on his desk for her to take a look at. she just smiled innocently - eyes dove like as she looked up at him. " what about it ? " she said , voice like silk - it drove the professor wild.
" it's — inappropriate to say the least. " he spoke after a prolonged few moments of solitary silence. " is it ? " she tilted her head - red painted lips opening ever so slightly. fuck. he couldn't get her to stop , it's not like he wanted her to stop. she just looked so pretty and innocent for him. he found himself staring for too long — and she finally had the guts to point it out. " what're staring at mr. leclerc? " she said it like she didn't know exactly what he was staring at.
he snapped out of it , somewhat. his mind was elsewhere , somewhere a teacher shouldn't be. " nothing. listen , i cannot grade this , i need you to rewrite the paper. " he tried to sound like he had his shit together , but truthfully didn't. she clicked her tongue , shaking her head. " but mr — " " come on , did you really expect me to allow such . . pornographic material? " he spoke over her , enjoying this slight power he held over her in the moment. " i know the school board wouldn't allow it . . but who said i wrote it for them ? " she said , and he swallowed deeply before taking a deep breath.
" i wrote it for you. " she chuckled sinfully , approaching him ever so slightly. " it's inappropriate. " " it's what you want. " she placed her hand on his chest , and he swore he could feel his heart beat out of his chest. " i do not want that. " he said , but oh god did he want that. " you do. " she looked behind her before she came even closer , hand caressing his cheek. " i do. "
it was all so sudden , he crashed his lips into hers with a fiery passion she never learned about. his hands went straight to her hair , pulling it so she could be directly in front of him , directly in control of her. she allowed it to happen , she allowed his hands to roam her body because her hands did the same. she only imagined this before , and it was overwhelming compared to her imagination. soon enough his desk supplies were falling down , pencils and papers that needed to be graded now found themselves abandoned on the floor , now she took the place of them.
her stomach pressed against his desk , his hands roaming her bare back as her tank top was lost mere seconds ago somehow. wet kisses placed atop her innocence skin , almost burning. she felt his hand rip down her skirt - and he was quick to stop and admire. " fuck , you are so beautiful. " he said before slapping her ass harshly. such kind words from such a dominating man. his ringed fingers found her cunt soon enough , diving in and never looking back without a word spoken from him. her moans echoed throughout the classroom , and most likely the halls.
he kept pressuring her tight cunt , it seemed as if no one had fucked her properly yet. " gonna fucking ruin you. " he muttered in between the wet hum of her slick coating his fingers as he drove them in and out , in and out of out. " gonna — gonna — " once those words were spoken he ripped his fingers away - it made her feel so incredibly unsatisfied. " you wait for me. " she didn't know what he meant by that , but she was about to find out.
soon enough his cock found itself buried deep within her. her cunt squeezing around him so tightly that he could suffocate. " fuck , fuck , fuck. oh fuck. " he muttered , a fucked out smile on his already. he was thrusting soon — his desk creaking as she held onto the corners for somewhat control of herself. tears fell from her eyes , but they weren't sad tears. he ripped her apart inch by inch , he ravaged her like a feral animal. he had been wanting too since the day he laid eyes on her. sure , it was wrong. but then why did it feel so damn good?
without much of a warning she came undone beneath him , but he wasn't finished with her just yet. instead of stopping he grabbed the back of her hair harshly , pulling her back towards him. he was even deeper than before and it made her knees almost give out. " too much! too much! " she practically yelled , but he barely acknowledged it. " just take it baby , i know you can. take it. " he whispered in her ear , placing sloppy kisses where he could. luckily for her overstimulated self he pulled out and spilled all over her bare ass , a loud guttural sound leaving his mouth as he did.
the both of them huffed and puffed for awhile , charles almost collapsing over her. he pressed one final kiss to her shoulder blade , finally breaking the silence. " you still have to rewrite the paper. "
trigger warnings ; smut , literally filthy not sorry , cum play.
no because this man would probably go fucking nuts for cum. he'd love to coat your fucked out face with his cum , smearing it with his thumb. he'd part your lips and let you suck on his cum littered thumb.
lando would probably cum so deep inside of you and he'd get so distracted by the cum dripping out of your soaking pussy — like he'd go fucking feral. it would leak out slowly and it would make his mouth gape open as he lets out such a sinful groan. ( lowkey a whimper. )
" so fuckin' pretty f'me baby , so fuckin' pretty. " he'd whisper. he'd use his long finger to push his cum right back into your hole - just that alone would make him hard all over again. if he ( and you ) agreed for a round two he'd push his cock in so quickly so he could watch his cum wrap around his cock once more as he thrusted in and out of you.
he would definitely cum whenever and wherever he wanted , face , pussy , tits , stomach back etc. i could go on all day about this. i feel like this would be like his dirty little secret ? dunno why. you'd only find out when he accidentally came inside of you. at first he apologized but once you told him you were on birth control and it was fine - he found himself ' accidentally ' coming in you often.
trigger warnings ; smut near the end , unprotected p in v , wrap it weirdos. little bit filthy , praise kink , light choking mentioned uhhh tad bit of cum play.
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he promised a romantic date night , and he delivered. the beautiful bali sunset slowly fading as the two sat at a neat dinner table. the two of them giggling away like school kids as they talked about random things only they'd understand. the waiter brought the check and of course both of them scrambled to grab the check — but unfortunately lando's reaction time was much quicker than her own. she gave him a playful glare , lando returning the glare with his dimpled smile.
lando — the gentleman that he is , grabbed the check and paid for everything without worry. he wrapped his long fingers around her shorter ones , pressing a small kiss to her knuckle as she thanked him for the wonderful dinner. they both decided that they didn't want to go back to the hotel room just yet — so they decided to walk along the shoreline . . typical rom com style.
" thank you for tonight muppet. " she giggled , hand never leaving his , she wrapped her free hand around his cheek and stopped them from walking any further. " anything for my girl. " he says back , pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. they both stood in silence for a moment. letting the crashing waves beside them fill the air and senses. she took one good look out at the ocean beside her and let out a satisfied hum. she wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
he felt his heart racing , admiring her beauty was one thing — but the thing he had planned was another. he stayed awfully quiet , and of course that got her attention. " you okay lan ? " she whispered , eyes lingering on the ocean for just a moment longer before turning her full attention towards him.
" never been better my love. " he smiled , it's now or never. he dropped her hand - which in itself confused her. she raised and eyebrow as he awkwardly fumbled his hands down into his pockets. she could tell that inside he was some nervous wreck , but couldn't figure out why until she saw what he was reaching for.
" ah - shit. " lando falls a little as he attempted to get onto one knee , he couldn't help but break the tension of the serious moment with a laugh. " y/n. " he started , her hands already cupped her mouth whilst tears filled her eyes to the brim - already threatening to spill. " these past three years have been the best i've ever had. i — genuinely love you , and i want to be with you for the rest of my life. " he said - opening the small box that held a beautiful diamond ring.
he knew he wanted to spent the rest of his life with her on their first date. he knew from that first meeting on that she was just the one for him. he had been planning this in secrecy for months , even employing his former teammate daniel to help him out. whenever lando went ring shopping ( which was somewhat frequent because he wanted the best ring he could find for her. ) daniel would swoop in with magical plans already made. he'd distract her with small things for a few hours while lando was anxious tapping his foot as he stood looking at diamond rings from afar.
he loved her so much to the point where he wanted things to be perfect. so perfect that he planned this trips months in advance without even telling her. so perfect that he got all of his friends involved so he could find the best way to propose to her. boys night out turned into wedding plans and best man arguments. this was going to be perfect no matter what. and it was , it was perfect in her eyes. she couldn't have asked for anything better.
" y/n , will you make me the happiest man on earth . . and marry me ? " he spoke somewhat quietly , but he meant every single word of it. " of course lando , yes. " she brought him up for a long kiss — wrapping her arms around him tightly. once pulled away he put the beautiful ring on her finger. she swore she could die happy there. " i love you so much muppet. " she cried tears of joy , hugging him. " i love you more. " he whispered in her ear. this night couldn't have gone better.
the night kept getting better and better. as soon as they reached their hotel room the newly engaged couple couldn't keep their hands off of each other. it was all so quick — one moment they were fully dressed , the next they were already sweaty on the bed completely naked. lando peppered kisses all along his future wife's body , worshipping her like she should be. " my pretty fiancé. "
he cooed , her face went redder than a tomato. she let him take the lead for the night , and he did exactly that. soon enough his long fingers were buried in her cunt as his mouth worked on her clit , her hand sprawled in his hair as she yelled out blissfully at the way he was making her feel. she could never describe how lando made her feel - no other man had the guts to make her feel this damn good. " cum for me baby , cmon , you can. " he mumbled between labored breathes , he was eating her like it would be his last supper.
" give it to me. " he said , and that was all it took for her to come undone for him. he slid his fingers out and licked them clean like a lollipop , all while she struggled to get his tight jeans off. once free from his prison he showed her just how much he loved her. he spread her wide and gave her a stretch that she could never get used too. " that's it , oh fuck that's it baby. " he grunted , the man then started thrusting into her like no tomorrow. " l - lando ! " she screamed out , moans surely loud enough to get a noise complaint.
" so good for me , so fuckin' good for me pretty girl. " he wrapped his hand around her throat tightly , just how she liked it. he made eye contact with her fucked out eyes and he swore he came right then and there. the fucked out expression on her face only made him pick up the pace. " m'please! lando , lando oh fuck. " she kept calling out his name , hands etched on his back - surely leaving marks he'd later admire.
" gonna cum , gonna cum. " she called out , she was quickly losing it. " come on then. " he chuckled a bit , his thrusts never quite wavering as she came undone underneath him , giving her second orgasm of the night. he kept thrusting into her without a care in the world. her legs shook and her whole body became a wreck , still practically squirming beneath him. he was soon to follow however , letting go deep inside of her , surely painting her insides a new shade of white.
he kept his cock buried in her , catching his breath as he still laid over her , his little neck chain sexily hovering over her tits. " you did so good for me baby , so fuckin' good. love you so much. " he panted , finally pulling out. he watched as he slowly pulled his cock out — the white ropes of his cum oozing out of her. his mouth formed a slight ' o ' at the sight of it all. it was enough to get him hard again.
" you drive me mad , christ. " he said , and just a few moments later they were at it for round too. he could get used to this little life together with her.
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"Had I understood the message, then I think I would have thought about it, reflected on what it means, what the team wants me to do, to leave Mark [Webber] in first place and me finishing second. And I think I would have thought about it and probably done the same thing because Mark doesn't deserve [the victory]," [Sebastian Vettel] said.
Pressed by Reuters on why he felt Webber, who had obeyed instructions to turn down the engine and look after the tyres, had not deserved to win, Vettel replied bluntly: "I don't like to talk ill of other people. It's not my style. I think I said enough. The bottom line is that I was racing, I was faster, I passed him, I won."
The tone of the encounter was set from the first question enquiring of Vettel how he felt to be the 'bad guy' after previously being the 'good guy'.
"I don't consider myself the bad guy," replied the 25-year-old, who said on Wednesday that he had apologised to the team after the race for his act of disobedience but not for winning.
"I don't think I did something that was particularly bad."
just wanted to request a p2 of “just friends” where farleigh actually had a reason behind cutting yn off (had no choice) and they meet again as assigned partners for a project, where farleigh opens up to her, apologizing and being completely vulnerable (in such guilt n regret). and she isnt mad, just completely understanding of his situation 🙏🙏 something where he then develops a soft spot for her, n smut at the end if you cann?
(dont know how appropriate it is to send out a whole scenario but i wanted to give it a shot 🙌)
just friends ,
chapter two.
part one here.
i love this idea !! but i'm putting like a small little twist on it so i can make more parts for this series (:
farleigh start x fem! reader.
trigger warnings ; smut , more angst , semi public sexual teasing.
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" so! today is the day. " the professor's voice bellows throughout the quiet classroom. " winter break is coming up in just a few weeks. " the whole classroom smiled in unison , ready to leave this hellhole for awhile. " but , before then , we have one last project before break. i'm going to assign your partners and you will give a presentation in two weeks , sounds easy enough. " the professor chuckles , a sheet of paper crinkling in his hand. he began to call out names , until he got to the end. " farleigh and . . y/n. "
fuck.
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farleigh shifts in his seat , eyes staring up at her. she hasn't said a word to him since they've been assigned to do this project together. she just took control of the assignment , starting their project by herself as she wrote about some history farleigh didn't understand.
" listen. " farleigh finally spoke — trying to cut the palpable tension. she just raised an eyebrow , glancing over at him before returning to her pencil and paper. he couldn't help but roll his eyes , what did he do so wrong to deserve this? all things come to an end , it's how the world works. that's his mentality at least. " so you aren't going to talk to me ? " he asked , almost a hint of weakness in his voice.
she shook her head , barely acknowledging him. " i'm sorry if i did something to piss you off but you could at least tell me. " he found himself a bit angry , but he also felt guilty. all of these emotions running throughout his mind left a nasty taste in his mouth. " pretty sure i don't have to tell you what you did. " she finally spoke , her words laced with venom.
" there you are. " he cooed , his voice condensing. " well , you do have to tell me. " he inches just a bit closer , not wanting the classroom to hear their personal conversation , he started to whisper. she could feel herself grow cautious , she never wanted this cycle to continue. she wanted to just get over him and more on . . but it's harder than she thought.
she stayed silent , her face turning a new shade of red. " oh come on . . don't do this to me. " he begged , he drops his pencil , using his now free hand to touch the inside of her thigh. " i'm sorry. " he found his hands slowly moving from her inner thigh to her knee , then right back up.
she shivered , she hated this. she couldn't bring herself to look over at the bastard. " you're not sorry. " she whispered , a sigh leaving her lips. she knew him. " but i am. " he shot back quickly , offended by her not believing him. " y/n. " he spoke firmly now. his voice drove her insane in the best and worst ways possible. before he could speak again — the bell rung. she stood up quickly , grabbing her things and shuffling towards the professor.
he couldn't make out what she was saying to the professor , so he got closer , just pretending to leave class.
" can i . . . switch partners? "
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farleigh slammed his dorm room shut , throwing his bag straight onto the floor as a huff leaves his lips. that fucking bitch. what did i do wrong ? he's having trouble coming to terms that he did in fact fuck up whatever they had. he sat on his bed , his head hurting from all of this nonsense.
on the other side of the dorms , paige found herself in her room , trying her best to keep her mind off of farleigh. every time she saw his face she just kept remembering the good times. the quiet moments after sex , the quiet moments after he'd take care of her , the quiet moment where he broke her heart. she could feel her blood boil. she looked around her room , trying to break her focus - only to see one of his shirts on the floor.
he threw his shirt on the floor , rushing over to her bed with a wide smile on his face. she was laying down already , bra barely hanging on as she threw it over her head and across the room somewhere. he leaned down on top of her , pressing his lips against her own — a long passionate kiss ensues. hands wandering , lips clashing , sweat building on their bodies. he dipped his fingers down into her cunt , giving her that stretch she so desperately craved from him. " you look so fuckin' pretty baby. " he whispered between her lips. " so fuckin' good for me. " his words drove her mad , she let out a loud moan — he couldn't help but chuckle from the reaction that he was dragging out of her. " need you far , please. " she begged and begged until he gave her what she wanted , him buried deep inside of her.
her hands found her sensitive bud , lips parted as she called out farleigh's name silently. tears streaming down her cheeks as she pleasured herself to the thought of him. she missed him , she needed him. that fucking asshole.
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a knock at his door , he shot up quickly. he made his way over , opening the door slowly. he could smell the sex on her , and he could tell she had been crying.
" ready to work on that project ? " he said , letting her walk into his dorm room , getting a sense of deja vu.
" yeah. "
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hii i know i haven't been on here much but i've just been working tons! i know this isn't exactly what they described in the request but i'm taking that idea and kind of splitting it up into different parts! you'll see what i mean when i get around to writing the next part!! thank you guys for being patient with me and supporting me! you guys are the best. <3
maybe where reader/farleigh is tutoring the other nd ya kno🤭🤭
the tutor.
ask and you shall receive < 333
tutor! reader x farleigh start.
an afternoon session turns . . educational.
trigger warnings ; smut , smut and more smut , kinda tame ngl. might make a kinky version of this.
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farleigh never meant for this to happen — really. he never expected to have his tutor bent over her own desk , begging for him to ruin her shamelessly. but things tend to have a weird way of working out.
it all began after his professor forced him to get a tutor , not just a regular old teacher , but a student tutor. it felt degrading and humiliating to be forced to do this , but he learned to somehow enjoy it. what made the session enjoyable wasn't the sessions themselves — but what happens after.
they barely spoke at first , only really exchanging glances once in awhile whilst she spoke of the topic of the day , but it turned into something else — something more. farleigh found himself staring more than he should be , and he found himself engrossed in her teachings.
then it happened. one night while they were studying for some history test , she offered him a beer. harmless , just trying to break the ice between them. by that time they had only been on tutor - student terms . . but that night changed everything.
he found himself hovering on top of her , hands gripping her cheeks as he forced her to look at him. her fucked out dazed haze sent him into a spiral. he drove her cock drunk just by the way he thrusted into her. " just like that baby , c'mon you can take it. " he said , tears forming in her eyes as she shrugged to take his entire cock.
it only got more frequent from there. late night calls — drunken nights — the occasional " hey can you come by and explain this topic to me ? i'm lost. " which meant that he needed some random excuse to have her stop by so he could fuck her brains out.
they liked this. they were never too serious. sure , they had serious conversations but they decided to keep things causal between them and it worked. she called him when she needed a stress reliever , and he called her for the same.
it seems that tutoring isn't so bad after all.
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why do i lowkey wanna write a longer version of this 🤔 anywaysss besties , keep requesting !!! this is very fun. (:
the former red bull driver reunites with his former fling.
rbc daniel <3333
trigger warnings ; angst , angst and more angst. like one line of smut if you squint.
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how many years ago was it? she couldn't remember. she hadn't seen daniel since his red bull days — the better days , as she'd used to call it. however , she doesn't reminisce about those nights anymore. she doesn't stay up till three in the morning thinking what could have been. she's moved on , or at least she assumed she had.
it wasn't until she saw daniel in the flesh. somehow , she knew they'd cross paths again. after their initial falling out she dropped out of the formula one scene entirely , not wanting to see daniel's face ever again. but after years she started to miss it — so , so much.
all she wanted to do is be back in the paddock. so , she took a job offer from alphatauri reluctantly. the job was simple , social media manager. everything was perfect. she had grown to like gasly and tsunoda , even considering them friends.
the season was perfect , although alphatauri didn't do great in the drivers and constructors , she still had the time of her life. that was until pierre pulled her to the side. " looks like this is it for me , mon ami. " he smiled , knowing his time at alphatarui was up. she understood his decision to leave - he wanted a competitive car and alphatarui couldn't give that to him.
" but who is getting your seat ? " she asked , he hesitated to answer. " i don't know if you'll like my answer. " she froze for a moment , expecting someone . . she knew ? or something she'd grow to not like ? she couldn't put her finger on it. " who is it ? " she asked again anxiously.
" ricciardo. " he sighed , she audibly sighed with him. " really ? " she didn't believe him in the slightest. what was he doing here? " mhm, he signs the contract tomorrow. " pierre looked worried — he knew their history.
" fuck. "
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she was forced to attend the ceremony. she was forced to film he former . . lover? no. she wouldn't go that far. after he signed the contract he looked around the room , they made eye contact. she found herself lost in the australian's gaze , she hated herself for it. she knew they would have to interact at some point now , but she didn't want that moment to come.
back in hospitality she found herself stress eating , downing a plate of fruit in minutes. she couldn't bring herself to leave hospitality yet , she didn't want to see daniel just yet. but unfortunately , he luck was cut short.
she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings like she should have been , so when someone sat a plate next to her she assumed it was someone else on the team , until she finally got a good look at the random stranger. who just so happens to not be a stranger.
" long time no see. " the aussie's contagious smile caught her off guard. no , not now please. but she always found herself smiling around him. it's something about him that she could never really resist. " daniel. " she say back bluntly , trying to convey that this isn't a good time . . but daniel thought otherwise.
" didn't think i'd see you in white. thought you stayed with red bull ? " he asked , as soon as he left the team , he left her. " no. " she said back , placing her fork down on her plate , not attempting to look at him. " oh come on , you can at least acknowledge me. " he rolled his annoying eyes.
" i'd rather not. " she wasn't in the mood to get left again. " well you just did. " he laughed a little , his laugh. his fucking laugh. it drove her insane. it made her insides swirl into a fucking disaster. she wanted to leave , she wanted to just get up and walk away from him — just like he walked away from her. but she couldn't. she felt that familiar tingling in her stomach , he always knew how to give her butterflies.
it didn't help that his hands grazed over her thigh. it didn't help that his gaze never left hers. she could feel herself grow hot , red , and most importantly , weak. " can you just — please daniel. " she could feel the words get lost in her throat. the aussie let out a low chuckle , knowing the effect he had on her. " please what ? use your words. " typical daniel move. his hand finally placed on the inside of her thigh , she shivered.
" leave me alone. " she finally spoke , he lifted his hand from her thigh. " c'mon. " he pleaded for a moment. " you couldn't have just forgotten our time together. " he looked down for a moment. she couldn't forget. all the nights they had spent together , all the drinks they shared , all the memories they had made together.
" i'm not the same person you knew back then , dan — daniel. " she almost resorted back to saying danny , her lips curled into a frown. he's the routine she could never forget. " i'm not either. " he said , she finally looked at him. " i was stupid , too focused on other things when i knew i should only be focused on one thing. " he admitted , his hand found her own on the table , just lightly hovering over it. " i should've focused on you. "
" well it's too late for that now. " she replied back , she stood up and began to walk away. he just looked at her helpless to do anything. he couldn't bring himself to chase her.
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since then things have only gotten complicated. late drunken nights together , passing gazes through the paddock , it was all too familiar for her. they played this game with each other , a game that he loved , but she hated. he kissed her like he loved her , but turned around and left her like she meant nothing. she often found herself hating herself for this , for falling back into his trap. the nights where her face is stuffed into a pillow , tears flowing down her cheeks as he pounds into her from behind. she knew this feeling all too well.
she hated him , but she loved him. he loved her. days spent together masquerading as co — workers , days spent in each others arms at the end of the night. it was tiring , exhausting. she couldn't do this any longer.
" do you love me daniel ? " she asked , laying in their hotel room bed completely naked. daniel half asleep , turned to face her. she was laying on her back , staring at the ceiling. his long arms wrapped around her waist. " what kind of question is that ? " his quiet voice almost echoed throughout the room. " do you love me ? " she looked at him dead in the eye. it took him awhile to reply. she stayed there in the darkness , tears welling in her eyes. daniel tried to speak , but he found himself lacking the words.
she understood what that meant. so she sat up , looking back at him one last time before standing up. he sat up in bed , mirroring her the last time they had a conversation like this. it was 2018 – daniel's last day at red bull. she had asked the same thing.
that night , he left her , but this night? she left him. he knew this was coming all along. maybe the cycle will repeat itself , maybe it wouldn't. she flung on her clothes and grabbed her purse , heading straight to the door. she looked back at him. she wanted him to beg her not to leave. but he just sat there.
and that was enough of an answer.
she opened the door quietly , walking out and towards her own hotel room. daniel sat there in silence , watching the door shut behind her gently. so this is how she felt. he sat there for what felt like hours , watching the door — hoping that she would come back. but she never did.
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