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liam being utterly infatuated with Ricciardo!male reader (reader has that jorden torres body, that mans pec's are gorgeous) who's was in indycar and basically switches with liam when liam is promoted to RBR, reader goes into 2025 raceing with yuki in AlphaTauri , reader doesn't particularly like liam and while danny doesn't blame liam for him being fired reader is kinda miffed that people in f1 barely talked with daniel after he was fired so he's not exactly enthusiastic to interact with most of the other drivers, anyway liam has basically liked readers posts on all his socials, reader thinks it kinda weird cause liam is like srly thirsting over him, liam asks reader on a date, reader says yes, actually likes the date liam took him on and after like 5-6 dates¹ and after liam gets demoted back to alphatauri they announce their relationship accidentally which leads to a lot of driver hate from fans and lots of support from the actual drivers, anyway they get a miracle double podium and the kiss there.

Ofcourse if you don't want to do liam make it franco x Sergeant!male reader where he still works as alphaturis driver but their outed in between the season switch and like franco would have still stalked readers socials like liam but he just would have been way more suggestive about it like posting hella concerning comments that don't seem concerning at first glance but after you think about whose sending them and to who it gets really weird

¹they fuck reader uses his above average cock tool (10in long, 5.5in thick)(i'm sorry i was really horny when this was made) liam just falls even more in love with reader with how reader treats him, and is just putty in the palm of readers hands and insanely jealous when another people thinks they can touch his his boyfriend (this is only if you want to be suggestive)

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✶ I hate him.

┈─ He makes me so angry... I really wanna hold his hand.

★ Liam Lawson × Male Ricciardo Reader

☆ One-sided beef (× One-sided lust) || WC: 2438

Warning: Not as suggestive or explicit as you ask, duraznito, but suggestive content. Homophobia. Red Bull. They are idiots, but I love them for that.

Hope yall enjoy ;]

If it weren't for Daniel, you would never have become a VCARB reserve driver. Not because you needed him or the Ricciardo name to get opportunities. You had already earned a spot in IndyCar, and things weren't going badly for yourself; it wasn't for nothing that Red Bull had their eye on you.

When it was decided that Daniel would replace Nyck de Vries in AlphaTauri, you started to worry. Then, you couldn't be surprised when they decided to also replace him with Liam Lawson.

Daniel kept telling you that he wasn't angry with the team, much less with Lawson, but you couldn't share his calm. He insisted that you not leave the team after he was fired and encouraged you to accept the contract they were offering to take his place for the 2025 season.

You weren't particularly thrilled; you still held resentment toward the team and the New Zealander. Added to that, things with Liam were... strange.

You didn't speak to each other, nothing more than a forced ‘Hi’ as you passed by the paddock when you saw the Netflix cameras following you. You two never talk, but you knew Liam was following you on social media.

You always saw his username in your notifications. Liking your posts or stories, sometimes, on days when he seems to feel less shy, he would react with those more suggestive emojis.

You knew what you were doing when you posted shirtless photos, at the beach, or at the gym; what you didn't understand was Liam's behavior. Was he kidding you? Was this some kind of joke? Did it amuse him?

Either way, that wasn't your biggest concern right now. The less you thought about him, the better for you.

You had to focus on preseason testing, hoping you wouldn't get fired mid-season as well. The time in the cars flew by, and before you knew it, you were already busy with photoshoots for graphics and publicity.

You hadn't spoken much with Yuki, and Liam wasn't among your options for conversation. Max must have been one of the few, not only at Red Bull but also on the entire grid that you could actually say you liked.

One of the few who continued talking about and with Daniel after the team had dropped him. He had even spoken out about the situation and expressed his disagreement with the team's decisions. One of the few who had.

When Max was called for some photos alone, you stood alone at the side of the studio. You thought you were alone since you couldn't see the other two drivers around.

Until Liam appeared next to you.

"Hey," he greeted, with his stupid smile. "Bored?"

"Just waiting for them to finish Max's photos," you replied without much emotion.

“And after this, what are you going to do?” You rolled your eyes. You had already had this conversation after the F1 75 Live. “Let's go somewhere else, just once, and you won't do it again if you don't have a good time. But just give me a chance.” He was almost begging you to accept his date.

You almost felt sorry for him; it was also a little annoying knowing he was following you around with his gaze.

“If this isn't the best date of my life, I don't want you to bother me ever again,” you sentenced. Although you tried to be serious and rude, he seemed like he had just received the best news of his life.

That afternoon, he left with the promise of arranging the best date of your life.

He really wasn't lying.

He was involved in every detail; from getting a vehicle, so neither of you would have to drive and can drink if you want to a reservation at a fancy restaurant. He didn't even want to let you pay for your meal.

During dinner, he started talking. Noticeably nervous, he seemed to be saying anything to fill the silence. It made him seem… cute.

You realized your worst mistake was agreeing to that date, because now you couldn't help but notice.

The small chuckles at his own comments, the way he looked around the dining room for something else to mention, the way he couldn't hold your gaze for more than a couple of seconds, despite having been so shameless on social media.

There was something about him. A charm you were beginning to appreciate.

"I have several options to make now. I didn't know how much energy you'd have after dinner, so—"

"I think we should go back to the hotel," you interrupted him a little more gently than usual, noticing that he was starting to say everything that crossed his mind.

"Oh… well, yes. We can also—"

"You prefer your hotel, or mine?"

"Uh—?"

"I think it would be funny if Horner heard us, right?"

"Huh!?"

And, well, maybe not Horner, but Richard Wood, Liam's race engineer, now knows a few extra details about his driver. Details about what and how he like— what he likes.

Liam could stand some jokes from his engineer. After how the date had ended, nothing else really mattered to him.

Only being able to repeat it.

"So, did you have a good time last night?" he asked you in the morning. Lying on top of you, thinking he was being subtle about how much he enjoyed having his face in your chest.

As if your pecs weren't already red from all the touching and kissing Liam had done during the night.

"Hmm... I'm not sure you have met my expectations," you decided to tease him a little.

"What?"

"But there's something you can do to make up for it."

"What? Whatever, I'll do anything, please—"

"You gonna have to talk a little less, or you'll choke." 'Cute,' you thought, seeing his face turn completely red when he understood what you meant.

That morning, you two arrived a few minutes late to the paddock, Liam with sore knees, and you had to manage to avoid being seen changing since, apparently, Liam liked to leave marks.

Similar situations repeated themselves every weekend.

It was at the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix that things got a little out of control.

Red Bull, still your biggest enemy, had decided after just a couple of races that Yuki was the one who should be Max’ teammate. It's not that you weren't happy for him, but Yuki being promoted meant Liam was returning to VCARB.

"Now we can spend more time together, we share a hotel, ask for rooms together..." Liam looked for positive aspects to distract you when you started talking about how much you hated how RB treated their drivers.

It was because of that move that now you spent your time walking with Liam around the paddock, recording videos, taking photos, giving interviews… That morning, you were having an interview on the Fan Zone stage.

The topic of conversation fell by the wayside as soon as Liam started teasing you. “You’re lucky I love you, lov— Lawson.” Your attempt to fix things seemed in vain when you saw how Liam turned red and nervous, while the McLaren drivers rushed to change the subject as soon as they noticed the situation.

The fact that, later, cameras followed you around the paddock while you discussed what to do and what to say to the team didn’t help much either.

Every photo and video showed a closeness that had never been seen between you two before or that had never been interpreted as more than fellowship between teammates.

“What are we going to do?”

“Well, at least they can’t demote us,” he tried to ease some of the tension in the atmosphere. The VCARB’ press officer didn't take long to find you. You were afraid the first thing she'd say would be scolding you for being so careless.

Instead, she wanted to make sure you hadn't opened your socials.

"Is it that bad?" Liam asked.

"There— There are mixed opinions. We just didn't want you to read the negative ones first." Oh, the fans hated you two.

No matter how much they insisted on making you read those supportive comments. For every positive comment, there were hundreds wishing you everything from losing your places on the team to having a crash.

Getting through the weekend was torture.

You didn't finish last just because there was a DNF, and it was pure luck that you didn't crash too.

Your minds were everywhere, but that track.

The tension was also felt among the team. Although some team members had sent you well wishes and a few words of support, others were clearly not happy with you as a couple or their drivers anymore.

While there, you tried to ignore it, but it was something you talked about all night with Liam after the race.

“If I'm honest, I'm used to being hated,” Liam confessed as the sun began to rise. “Weren't we already getting hate comments before this?”

“I don't know if you can compare my 'nepobaby' or 'nepo-whatever' allegations to this, love.”

“Well, yeah. But the point is, we are used to continuing our careers, ignoring what people say, aren't we? We just have to do the same with this.” You finally nodded.

Regardless, it was either accepting this new reality where hate comments were also complemented with homophobia or losing your mind.

Hopefully, if you left people talking while you got on with your lives, they'd either forget about you or get tired of it and let you live your lives in peace.

That didn't make you any less nervous when you arrived in Monaco, but you had to keep going.

Discovering that several drivers had spoken out in your defense really helped. Having figures like Max Verstappen or Lewis Hamilton speak out in your favor and offer their support was a really big deal.

It definitely softened your outlook on others a bit.

Daniel was more than happy to hear that you were starting to soften a little and to know that you were fine despite everything was happening.

That weekend, he not only supported you through texts and calls, but he also decided to attend to accompany you from the garage. That also helped drown out the hater comments you and Liam were receiving.

"Drove carefully," you kissed Liam's forehead before he put on his helmet to get into the car.

"So did you, and don't you dare overtake me." He grabbed your neck to kiss you on the lips.

"And what do I gain if I let you finish on top of me?"

“Finish on top of me tonight.” Maybe that was the only time you could justify the grimaces of disgust from the mechanics who surrounded you.

Monaco is a tough race, where overtaking is practically impossible.

The two of you, starting from 11th and 12th place, had just enough hope to score points with both cars.

With the forecast of rain threatening lap after lap, logic told you would be lucky if you weren't crashing.

But you didn't seek logic when driving.

If we're talking about fantasies, why skimp? Although you knew that a scenario where everyone in front of you crashed, leaving you with a 1-2 was impossible.

But— Was it really impossible?

Well, maybe not ten cars, but over the course of the race, there were several touches and crashes. Three of them ended in DNFs, and several others in long pit stops left them behind on the track.

The safety car was also a great help when you had cars with much better pace ahead of you. That helped you attempt some overtakes, managing to gain a couple of positions through your own efforts.

Your insistence on pit stop and tires strategies also helped you maintain a better position on the track.

A combination of events that resulted in you both being P3 and P5 with ten laps left.

“Yellow flag. Yellow flag. Crash at Turn 10,” you heard as you were approaching the tunnel.

“Ten? How's Liam?” You swore your heart stopped at the possibility of Liam crashing when you were so close to achieving your best results of all your Formula One careers.

“Liam P2, you're P4,” you breathed again.

As you rounded the corner, you saw one of the Mercedes or what was left of it.

They confirmed that the driver was fine during the safety car laps. Laps that seemed to drag on forever.

“Are we going to finish under the safety car?” you asked. You were so close to the podium. Of accompanying Liam and sharing his first podium in Formula One. Of standing on the podium in one of the toughest races, on one of the toughest weekends for both of you.

“Safety car ending this lap,” you had one last chance. “Let's take care of our position. No one's going to try to overtake you.”

“I can make it.” The answer took a while to come.

“Finish P3 or P4, but finish the race.” That was your cue. It was now. All or nothing.

The driver in front of you didn't make it easy for you either, but your persistence won over his defensive maneuvers.

If you were three in the parc fermé, you never knew it. Once you got out of the car and were able to hug Liam, the rest of the world stopped mattering.

You did it.

You managed to get both VCARB cars to the podium in Monaco.

It all felt like a dream, the best dream of your life. Most of the team members, the only ones you cared about, were celebrating with you, so loud you could hear them as you climbed onto the podium.

You enter first, with what might have been the biggest smile you’d ever had in your entire life. Liam followed, needing to stop and hug you before climbing onto the second step.

"Come here," already drenched in champagne, you took him by his waist, pulling him close for a kiss. In front of all the mechanics, in front of all the celebrity guests, in front of the entire crowd, in front of all the cameras from the official broadcast and those from various sports channels around the world.

If a few months ago someone had told you that you would end up kissing Liam Lawson on the podium in Monaco, you wouldn't have believed a single word. Now, you were happy to be able to celebrate with him by your side, knowing that you would still be together, no matter what others had to say about you.

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