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delulujuls · 1 year ago

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aussies do it better | op81, dr3

heeeeey (louder than anyone else) im serving today the koala bear and the honeybadger duo and im hoping y'all will like it!

at the beggining i was hoping for making this a smut but it turned out so wholesome, even though im thinking about still making it smutty, maybe in second part?? idk lmk if you like this one and if you would like to have more of them in a maybe spicy way

anyway pls enjoy and have wonderful day x

summary: sometimes we forget that the best things are often at our fingertips, danny ric being the best wingman possible, pastry boy being pure babygirl

warnings: cheating on a reader (but not them they could never)

pairing: bff!fem!reader x oscar piastri x daniel ricciardo

"Guys, quick break," Oscar announced, stepping aside and setting down his paddle.

"In the next set, we play together, we'll show them how it's done properly. In a Aussie style," Daniel said, grabbing some water and taking a few sips, to which Oscar chuckled, wiping his hair with a towel. It was a pleasant, warm evening. Oscar, Daniel, and a few friends decided to take advantage of the last free day before the frenzy of the home Grand Prix and relax in the company of friends. But Oscar's thoughts were far from relaxed. When he picked up his phone and saw a few missed calls from Y/N, his friend, his smile instantly faded, not escaping Daniel's notice.

"Something wrong?" he asked, glancing at him attentively. Piastri, still focused on his phone, just shook his head.

"I have no idea, but I hope not," he replied, quickly typing a message to his friend.

"Sorry for not answering. Is everything okay? Should I call back?"

He didn't have to wait long for a reply, as it came seconds later.

"No, nothing happened. I just wanted to talk for a moment."

Seeing him nervously tapping on the keyboard, Daniel approached him and glanced over his shoulder.

"Translating to our language, something definitely happened. She just decided not to bother you," he said, scanning through their recent messages from a while ago. "Girlfriend?"

"No, a friend. A close friend."

"Then you should call her back even more so," he remarked, looking meaningfully into Oscar's eyes as he raised his head to meet his gaze. Oscar returned his gaze to the phone in his hand and after a moment's hesitation nodded.

"I'll be right back; start without me if you need to," he informed, then quickly clicked the camera. As he left the court and stepped outside, the girl picked up. She was hastily wiping her cheeks, but it was futile, as Oscar easily noticed her distressed state. It was evident she had been crying.

"Hey, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned, gazing attentively at his friend. After his question, she just shook her head and buried her face in her hands. A sob escaped from his phone.

"Y/N, please tell me why you're in such a state," he calmly requested, though his heart was pounding like crazy. He had no idea what had caused his friend to be in such a state, and the fact that he was on the other side of the globe and couldn't just come over to check on her only amplified his worry.

"Mattias," she managed to squeeze out just one word, but it was enough for Oscar to know what had brought her to tears.

"What happened? Where are you?"

It was clear that the girl was outside. It was dark, and she was walking briskly, her face illuminated only by the glow of her phone held in her hand. Her hair were messy and her mascara was smudged on her cheeks.

"I'm waiting for an Uber. I'm coming back from Natalie's birthday party, the one I told you I didn't want to go to."

"You ended up going?"

"Yes, and it was a mistake," she replied, sniffing. "Mattias was there too. I didn't even know he got an invitation. Turns out he did, and on top of that, he was having such a great time he forgot he had a girlfriend."

Oscar didn't even realize when he started nervously pacing, waiting for his friend to continue.

"I went there," Y/N continued, her voice trembling "after all, it would be stupid if I ignored my friend on her birthday. Then suddenly someone comes up to me and asks if I'm Mattias' girlfriend, and I answer yes. And he says I guess not, since on the balcony he's been kissing someone else. And he was actually making out with some girl! When he saw me, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. It didn't occur to him that I might be at my friend's fucking birthday party!"

"Did he react in any way?"

"Of course," the girl snorted, "baby, it's not what you think, we were just talking, I didn't have my hand in her panties at all! Fuck, of course not!"

"Hey, calm down," Oscar said, knowing his friend's emotions well. "How long until your Uber arrives?"

Y/N calmed down for a moment and glanced at her phone, swiping through her notifications.

"3 minutes."

"Alright, the most important thing is for you to get out of there and be home soon. Don't hang up until you're inside, okay?"

"Why me, Oscar? What's wrong with me?" she asked, looking back at her phone. Despite the thousands of kilometers between them, as Oscar looked at the screen of his phone and saw his friend's sad eyes, he felt as if she were standing right in front of him. The downside was that he couldn't hug her and provide the physical support she needed right now.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. It's not your fault at all."

Despite his words of support, Oscar knew that his reassurances were just empty words. He talked to his friend until she got home and let him know she was safe. He offered to continue talking until he noticed her condition had slightly improved, but it was clear she was exhausted.

"I think it's best if I go to bed," she said softly. He heard the sound of keys turning in the lock and the rustle of things being put away. "Although I doubt I'll be able to sleep."

"You should rest," Piastri agreed, nodding. "Text me as soon as you wake up, okay?"

"Sure, but then you'll be sleeping, it's 9 hours' difference," she replied, returning her gaze to the screen of her phone. "Besides, you have more important things to deal with tomorrow."

"Nothing is more important than you," he said, but she just scoffed and shook her head. "Nothing, you hear me? I'll keep the sound on while I sleep, call if anything happens in the meantime. Okay?"

Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Thank you, Osc. It's good to have you here."

Piastri smiled warmly at her.

"Of course I am."

When the call ended, Oscar sighed deeply and rubbed his face with his hand. When he returned to the court, the match was already underway. So, he sat on the bench and clenched his phone in his hand, trying to gather his thoughts somehow. His heart ached at the thought of his friend and what she had gone through. He had known Y/N since their school days when they shared a desk. A friendship had easily developed between them, and they had become practically inseparable. Despite Oscar's busy lifestyle and constant travels, they had managed to maintain constant contact, meeting as often as possible. In such situations, however, their friendship, separated by kilometers, could not cope.

"It's everything alright?" Daniel interrupted Oscar's thoughts, approaching him after the set ended.

"Long story," Piastri sighed.

"I'll gladly listen, considering I'm out and Blake is subbing for me in this set," he replied, sitting next to him and wiping his face with a towel.

For some reason, Oscar began to tell him about what he had just learned over the phone. He and Daniel weren't exceptionally close, sure, they were buddies on the paddock, sometimes playing padel together, but Oscar had never thought of confiding in him about anything. But perhaps this situation overwhelmed him a bit, and he needed advice on how he could help his friend.

"How long have you known her?" Ricciardo asked, when a moment of silence fell between them.

"Over six years, we met back in school."

"For your age, that's almost a quarter of your life," he joked, but after a moment, he looked at him with a slightly more serious expression. "Do you like her?"

"She's my friend, of course, I do."

Ricciardo snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, I figured, but I mean, do you like her?"

Oscar blinked several times, and it wasn't until Ricciardo emphasized the penultimate word he said that Oscar understood what he meant.

"We're friends, I never, uh—," he stumbled a bit, not knowing how to respond.

"So I guess that means yes," Daniel grinned widely, seeing his reaction. "You should invite her here. It would be good for her to occupy her mind with something else now. And she'll appreciate being able to talk to you face to face, not just over the phone."

"I don't know if she'd want to fly all this way just to see me," he replied, causing Daniel to look at him indulgently. "She's never made me feel like I'm anything more than a friend to her."

"Maybe this is the moment to show her that she's had the right guy in front of her all this time," he said, getting up as the set ended. "Cause Aussies always do it better, right?"

Oscar pondered Daniel's suggestion for a long time, but when he went to bed, he decided to offer his friend a visit to Melbourne. Before he went to sleep, he sent her a message with an invitation, honestly not knowing what reaction to expect from her. Of course, he assured her that he would cover all the costs of her transportation, but he still wasn't sure if she would agree to travel such a distance just to see him.

When he woke up in the morning and picked up his phone, he had to rub his eyes in amazement several times. She agreed immediately. She even asked if she could fly to him on the fastest plane, to which he naturally agreed. As a result, she was already at the airport the next evening. Unfortunately, Oscar couldn't pick her up personally, but someone was willing to offer their help on-site.

"Hi, you must be Y/N," Daniel's wide smile and his Australian accent were the first things to greet the girl on the new continent. "I'm Daniel, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

She nodded, returning his smile and shaking his outstretched hand.

"It's very nice to meet you too, and I'm sorry Oscar roped you into this," she replied as he silently took her suitcase. "I could have taken a taxi."

"Absolutely no need to apologize, I'm just glad I could personally welcome you to our beautiful country," he said with a smile. It was past midnight, and Y/N wondered where her newfound companion got so much energy from. "First time in Australia, am I right?"

"Yes, I've never been here before. Actually, it's only the second time in my life I've flown on a plane."

"Really?" Daniel looked at her in shock, and she just shyly nodded. "And Oscar managed to convince you to take such a trip?"

"Actually, I was very excited about the invitation," she admitted, but at one point, she bit her tongue. However, when she glanced at Daniel again, she got the impression that he wouldn't be too concerned about some stranger girl occupying him with trivialities. "A lot has been going on with me lately, and I'm glad to have a reset here."

"I'll gladly join as your local guide and mood lifter," he offered, opening the car door for her. "Of course, if you're up for it and if Oscar is willing to share his best friend."

The girl chuckled, genuinely for the first time in a few days. She eagerly nodded at his proposal.

"I'd love to. And I don't think Oscar will mind."

The journey passed in lightning speed with a conversation that looked like they had known each other for ages, not just a few dozen minutes. When Daniel parked in the driveway, Oscar was already standing in front of the house, waiting for his friends.

"Everything you've learned from me, you haven't actually learned from me," Daniel said, throwing a quick glance at Oscar, which brought a smile back to the girl's face and her hasty nod. Both got out of the car, and Daniel, without taking no for an answer, took her bags. The girl smiled even wider at the sight of her friend, who started walking towards her. She hugged him tightly without a word, and he closed her in a tight embrace.

Daniel smiled at the sight and just raised his thumb. Oscar returned the gesture.

The trio entered the house, and Daniel left the girl's things in the living room doorway before stretching.

"I'll be off," he announced, looking around at them. "It was very nice to meet you, and I hope we'll see each other again soon."

"You can stay if you want," Oscar offered. "We probably won't go to bed soon anyway, and I owe you a beer for today."

"I definitely won't be able to sleep anytime soon, despite the hour," the girl added, checking the time on her phone before shifting her gaze to Daniel and Oscar. "But I have the least to say because it's not me facing the home Grand Prix in a few days."

"Well, why not, gladly," Ricciardo replied, agreeing to the suggestion with a smile.

Shortly after, the three of them were sitting on the terrace. The evening was pleasant, so they decided not to disturb Oscar's family and spend time outside. The conversation was already flowing smoothly, and with each subsequent beer, any inhibitions and barriers disappeared more and more. At some point, it looked like a meeting of three close friends after years.

"He acted like a complete dick," Daniel summed up Y/N's story, taking a sip from the can he held. "Look at it from a different angle, you could have skipped this party and not confronted him. He would probably cheat on you behind your back if he wasn't already."

Oscar looked at him meaningfully, not wanting him to further distress her. However, she seemed to come to terms with the whole situation. She certainly looked better than she did a few days ago when she tearfully talked to Oscar on the phone.

"Possible," the girl sighed, holding her own can. Her head was a bit fuzzy, but she liked this state better than feeling sadness. "Oh God, how could I be so stupid."

"It happens to the best of us," Daniel smiled reassuringly at her.

"The worst thing is, you told me many times that he's not the right guy for me, that he's not a good person at all," she continued, now looking at Oscar, who was sitting next to her. Daniel, sitting in the chair opposite, looked at him meaningfully, but he had his gaze fixed on the girl. "And I still thought I knew better. I'll never question your instincts again, Osc. Never."

She said, then hugged him tightly. Oscar returned the hug, rubbing her back. "It doesn't matter now. It happened, and that's it."

"You said he's not the right guy for you," Daniel began, and Oscar looked at him at the moment when he released his friend from the hug. He shook his head slightly, knowing where he was going with this. But this train couldn't be stopped. "Is there any guy you think would be right for you?"

The girl thought for a moment, turning the can in her hands. However, alcohol placed a certain thought in her head, which made her smile. She just nodded in response, raising her gaze to the man sitting opposite her.

"Oh, you're flattering me," Daniel laughed, taking another sip of beer.

"For the past few minutes, I've been noticing that I kind of like Aussies," she added, glancing at Oscar. He was so shocked when she subtly announced that she liked Daniel in an unexpected way that he didn't even notice when her gaze lingered on his lips. However, Daniel noticed it perfectly.

"And you, Oscar?" Ricciardo asked, stretching his legs out in front of him, a moment after he took another sip of his beer. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

Piastri almost choked on his beer when he finished it. His cheeks were instantly flushed, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol he had just consumed. Y/N raised her gaze to her friend's face, curious herself about his answer to the question, as Oscar had never shared his romantic affairs with her, even when she repeatedly asked about them.

When he, embarrassed, couldn't utter a word, Y/N's gaze returned to Daniel, and she decided to answer for her friend. "Oscar probably hasn't met the right person yet," she said, taking a sip of beer. "He's never told me that he likes any girl, even when I asked hundreds of times. Recently, I even started asking if it's not a girl, then maybe a boy? After all, there's nothing wrong with a relationship with two boys or two girls. And Lando," she looked at her friend again, "he's quite charming. And it seems to me that you two have a good relationship."

"Landoscar? Oh definitely, I've been thinking about it many times myself," Daniel interjected, pointing his finger and agreeing with her words.

Oscar, seeing how they were encouraging each other, knew he had to act. And since words got stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to defend himself, he silently touched his friend's cheek and turned her head towards him, kissing her. Despite her shock, she returned the kiss. Daniel smiled. He felt like giving himself a high-five.

After a moment, Oscar pulled away from his friend. His heart was pounding like crazy, and her questioning gaze wandering over his face didn't make it any easier for him to gather his thoughts.

"You, Y/N, I like you," he finally said. "I've liked you since you invited me over to work on a biology project in eleventh grade. We were just starting to be friends, and I already felt something more for you. Nothing has changed since then."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" she asked, looking at him, but he lowered his gaze.

"I always felt like I was more of a brother to you than potential boyfriend material,"

"Oscar…," the girl sighed, looking at him indulgently. "Do you know how many broken hearts you would have saved me if you had told me earlier?"

Oscar looked up at her. And just as he felt like an idiot when he decided to make his bold move, now he was wondering if there was a chance she felt the same way about him.

"I thought I was just your friend. And that you didn't want someone who couldn't keep up with your pace of life. After all, why would you need a girlfriend you couldn't have by your side?"

"I would spend all my money to have my girlfriend by my side,"

After these words, silence fell. Oscar and Y/N looked at each other in silence, and Daniel, sitting next to them, pressed the cool edge of the can to his lips and watched the whole scene with bated breath.

"Do you want us to be together?" the girl asked after a moment. She decided to put everything on the line.

"Yes, Y/N, I want us to be together," he said, looking her in the eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier and spared you so many broken hearts. But I assumed that a long-distance relationship would break your heart even more."

Oscar lowered his head. He wasn't lying. The truth was that one of the reasons he didn't confess his feelings to the girl was that he already found it hard with a long-distance friendship, let alone having the possibility to see his girlfriend once a month or less. Oscar had countless layers of love within him. However, he was afraid that if he turned on the tap, he would cause a flood, injuring not only her but also himself.

"Come here," she whispered softly, pulling herself closer to him and hugging him tightly. He closed his eyes and embraced her just as tightly, burying his face in her hair.

"Surely you'll be happy with such a guy," Daniel spoke up after a while, smiling. "If not, you know where to find me. However, Aussies always do it better."

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #op81 #dr3 #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader

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mysticalnightenthusiast · 4 years ago

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S.N.A.F.U-A Daniel Ricciardo Fic 'I'm FINE!'

A/N: Hey everyone and welcome to my first foray into Danny Ric fanfiction. I’ve previously written HP, Castle and two other RPF’s and this is my first story I’ve written in over five years.

A note that I hope will make the reading of this fic a better experience. I’m Australian and as such use a lot of Aussie slang, idioms and variations of the English language particular to Australia. I apologise in advance for any mistakes in scenes featuring characters that aren’t Australian. If you have any feedback in this regard please don’t hesitate to leave a review in the notes or a message in my inbox. I actually really like and value feedback because it motivates and enthuses me!

A fair warning, there is a lot of swearing and less than desirable language in this story and it’s entirely possible future chapters will feature NSFW content!

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SNAFU is an acronym that is widely used to stand for the sarcastic expression Situation Normal: All Fucked Up. It is a well-known example of military acronym slang.

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“Max I’m FINE! 31 year old Daniel Ricciardo snapped shoving his friend away as they arrived back at the hotel the F1 teams stayed at when in Bahrain “Seriously bro fuck off!”

“No.” the young Dutchman replied simply as he followed his friend through the sumptuously decorated lobby “I promised Christian I’d see you back to the hotel saf-”

“You did that, now you can fuck off” Daniel shot back rudely as they arrived at the elevators “why does Horner give a shit anyway? “He’s not my boss anymore hic....”

Max Verstappen rolled his eyes

“He’s still your friend hic” he replied covering a vodka induced hiccup “we all are.”

“Well apparently that doesn’t extend to everyone” Daniel replied hammering on the up button “seriously if I see Abitboul again I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him!”

“I’m-hic-surprised you didn’t already” Max replied as the lift arrived.

The two men entered the lift and rode in silence to the twenty fifth floor where Daniel’s room was situated.

“Seriously Max you can go,” Daniel said in a slightly more calm tone as the doors slid open “I’m fine”

“Oh you are not” Max replied following his friend down the hallway towards their room “dude you literally just caught your boss having sex with your girlfriend, I’d be pissed off if I was in your position hic”

“How long are you going to stay then?” Daniel grumped shoving a hand into his pocket and roughly retrieving his room access card.

“Until I know you’re alright and you’ve seen a doctor.” Max replied indicating to the Australian’s right hand which was swollen and a dark red colour “that is not normal, you have to have broken something.”

“Who gives a shit?” Daniel replied as he shoved the door open “I don’t.”

“You will in the morning when you can’t wipe your own ass because its swollen up so much” Max replied following his friend into the room and closing the door behind him “now are you going to call your team doctor or am I?”

“You do it, I’m going to have a shower, then empty the liquor cabinet” Daniel replied drunkenly throwing his phone on the nearest chair.

Leaving his friend in the main part of the apartment style suite Daniel stumbled into the bedroom where he awkwardly stripped off, then trying his best to ignore the increasingly agonizing pain in his right hand he marched into the bathroom and turned the shower tap onto scalding.

Taking a moment to reflect on the events of the last couple of hours, the Australian recalled what had led him to this moment.

After the final race in Bahrain the previous night all the personnel from all ten teams had gathered back at the track to celebrate what had been a rather unusual year due to the worldwide COVID-19 pandemic. The food was plentiful, drinks flowed freely, the music was loud and there was a party atmosphere in the air as everyone finally allowed themselves to relax. Everyone had their partners and family join them and Daniel like all of his fellow drivers had let his hair down and had partied hard. His long time girlfriend Jemma had flown in from London to join him and seemed to get into the party as much as Daniel had himself.

But a couple of hours into the party the Australian had noticed her missing and went on the hunt for her, after a bit of searching he had found her in the Renault garage bent over his own car being raw dogged by his boss Cyril Abitboul. From then on his memory was hazy.

For a solid half an hour Daniel stood under the scalding water trying in vain to wash away the evening’s trauma. Only after scrubbing his face and body raw did he shut off the water and step out onto the tiled floor.

“Seriously fuck my life and everything in it!” he said out loud, as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Bro you out of the shower yet?” Max called “Robert said he’s on his way.”

“Yeah alright” Daniel replied “wanna pour me a vodka on the rocks? I want to get drunk!”

“Really?” Max replied “Bro, I had to help you out of the taxi, you’ve had enough. Pour your own vodka.”

“Fuck you!” Daniel called back half heartedly.

“You’re not my type!” came the amused reply.

Daniel was still dressing when a knock came at the door.

“Daniel?” a thick French accent inquired “are you in there?”

“Y-yeah hang on-shit!” Daniel replied, swearing as he tripped over his own feet.

Encumbered by his own inebriation Daniel struggled to get dressed but as soon as he was sure his backside wasn’t hanging out he opened the bedroom door and was greeted by Robert Pichet the Renault team doctor.

“Well I ‘ave seen you look better” he declared pointing to a nearby bucket chair “sit”

“Fuck off I’m not a dog.” Daniel snapped “sorry” he hurriedly added as the Frenchman raised his eyebrows.

“So what ‘appened?” Robert enquired, retrieving a blood pressure device from his bag as Daniel sat down with a huge drunken sigh.

“Caught Cyril fuckin’ my girlfriend,” he said “walked in on them raw dogging on my car. Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Yes, I ‘ad ‘heard somezing like that” Robert said delicately as he wrapped the cuff around Daniel’s left bicep “everyone at ze party knows what ‘appened.”

“Oh fucking hell!” Daniel exclaimed “and now word’s going to spread, those aresholes at Ferarri couldn’t shut up if their lives depended on it!”

Robert remained silent as he measured Daniel’s blood pressure.

“Vell your blood pressure is a bit high but zat is probably because of all ze alcohol you’ve consumed” he said undoing the cuff a minute later “eet is nothing too concerning, if you don’t drink any more tonight.”

Daniel rolled his eyes hard.

“Dammit, I was hoping to get obliterated,” he declared as the doctor began inspecting his swollen right hand “maybe try and forget what I saw tonight.”

“You are obliterated!” Max piped up from the front of the suite “the only person drunker than you was Kimi, the only difference is he could walk in a straight line!”

“An if you do zat you’ll get alcohol poisoning and end up in hospital,” Robert informed his patient gently manipulating Daniel’s wrist.

“AHHH, fucking hell!” Daniel exclaimed yanking his hand away as Max re-entered the room “Jesus Christ!”

“I’m sorry,” Robert said gently taking the Australian’s hand again “describe the pain to me.”

“It feels like I’ve broken something,” Daniel groused “fuck it hurts!”

“You need an x-ray.” Robert declared “I’m taking you to hospital”

I’m not going to fuckin’ hospital!” Daniel snapped angrily “I just want to go to fucking bed!”

“Daniel sit down!” Robert demanded pushing Daniel back down in his chair.

“I don’t want to fuckin’ sit down!” Daniel shouted getting up and stalking around the room “I want to find Abitboul and smash his fucking face in!”

“Looking at your ‘and I suspect you’ve already done that” Robert said evenly “what ‘’appened?” he asked Max who was unsuccessfully trying to get his friend to sit back down.

“Well I didn’t actually see it happen but I think he punched Cyril in the face” Max replied “by the time I arrived at the Renault garage he was belting him up with a tyre iron. It took me, Christian, Toto, Lewis and Valtteri to pull him off.”

“I think you’ve fractured your scaphoid,” Robert informed Daniel who was still striding around the room huffing and puffing like an enraged bull “of course I can’t tell for sure unless I get you to an ‘ospital for an x-ray”

“And how long is that going to take?” Daniel questioned petulantly “I’m supposed to fly home to Australia tomorrow night”

“Well if you come with me now I’ll make sure you get seen to quickly “Robert replied “unless you need surgery I think you’ll be out by the time the sun comes up.”

Daniel collapsed in the bucket chair with a dramatic sigh.

“Well I suppose I’d better go to hospital then!” he announced sarcastically.

“Okay let me make a phone call then I’ll take you downstairs” Robert replied “Max d’you want to come?”

“I better or who knows what this one will get up to” Max answered dryly.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Daniel declared.

“No but you need a friend” the Dutchman replied sagely.

“You’re too young to be so fuckin’ sensible Verstappen” Daniel informed his friend grumpily “you sound like my Nonna.”

Max just grinned.

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Just on sunrise Daniel left hospital with Max and Robert hung over and his right hand and wrist encased in a fluorescent yellow fiberglass cast.

“Ugh I feel like absolute shit!” he declared as they all slid into the rear seat of the car returning them to the hotel.

“You look like shit too.” Max told him in amusement “so at least the outside matches the inside.”

Daniel rolled his eyes

“Brilliant job making me feel better mate” he said dryly “thanks a lot.”

The trio returned to the hotel a short time later.

“Don’t do anything silly with your wrist” Robert instructed Daniel sternly “when you get ‘ome to Australia I want you to go and see an orthopedic surgeon for a consult. Get ‘im or ‘er to contact me and we’ll work together to get you any more treatment if needed okay?”

Daniel rolled his eyes

“You’re worse than my Mum,” he groused “But thanks for looking after me. Don’t fancy following me to McLaren do you?”

“Désolé, I have a contract with Renault,” Robert said apologizing in amusement “I’ll see you through with this injury then you’ll have to see the McLaren doctor from now on.”

“Worth asking,” Daniel countered with a snort “I’ll see you around next year then?”

“Of course,” Robert replied taking the Australian’s proffered hand and shaking it firmly “au revoir for now Daniel, good luck for next year”

“Yeah you too brother.”

Robert disappeared into the bustling lobby crown and Max led Daniel toward one of the many bistros dotted around.

“Where are we going?” Daniel whined.

“Over there” Max replied pointing to the little Italian Bistro that had become rather popular with all the teams over the last few years “you need to eat something, you haven’t eaten in hours.”

“You’re too young to be so sensible,” Daniel groused pulling the hood of his jumper over his head further in an attempt to conceal his identity “seriously, what twenty two year old sounds like a little old lady?”

“My mother says that to me all the time,” Max replied with a snort “Victoria says I belong in a nursing home.”

“Well she’s not wrong,” he said with a “surrounded by a harem and a bunch of slutty nurses”

“Har har, do you want a double ristretto?”

Daniel screwed up his nose

“The shit you drink? Vomit” he replied “Just a skinny latte, thanks man.”

Max went to the counter and ordered some sustenance for himself and his friend and followed him to the outside deck that overlooked an elaborately cultivated garden.

“Okay now that you’re no longer drunk or high as kite on nitrous oxide d’you actually want to talk?” he asked sitting opposite his friend

Daniel fixed his friend with the best ‘What do you think?’ look and rolled his eyes skyward.

‘I’ll take that as a no then” Max answered primly “c’mon brother, you’re going to have to talk about it soo-”

“How the hell d’you think I feel?” Daniel exclaimed loudly “how do you think I feel?” he repeated as several people looked around for the source of noise “no more than twelve hours ago I witnessed my boss fucking the woman I was going to propose to over my own goddamn c-car!”

Daniel’s voice broke and he scrubbed at his eyes hurriedly.

Max’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up.

“You were going to as Jemma to marry you?” he exclaimed incredulously.

“Y-eah,” Daniel admitted “I mean I hadn’t picked a ring or where I’d pop the question but it was definitely going to be in the off season.”

“Oh man I’m so sorry.” Max told his friend sympathetically “that really sucks.”

“Well life does that apparently,” Daniel replied sarcastically with a loud sigh.

The two men sat in silence for a while the outside dining area slowly began to fill. Kelly Max’s girlfriend sauntered through the door and wandered over to their table.

“Hey,” she said in a soft tone allowing Max to momentarily squeeze her hand “How are you doing Danny?”

“Oh y’know, just great,” Daniel replied sarcastically “sorry,” he added hurriedly “bit shit, honestly.”

“I don’t want to say I understand, because I’ve never been in your situation,” Kelly informed him “but we’re all behind you, literally everyone is on your side. I just saw Valtteri, Toto and Christian and they all want to find Cyril and eviscerate him.”

“They’ll have to line up behind us,” Max declared angrily.

“Please guys don’t do anything,” Daniel pleaded “he’s not worth it, seriously-”

There was a pause, during which Valtteri Bottas, Toto Wolff and Christian Horner arrived at the table.

“Can we join you?” Valtteri asked in his thick Finnish accent.

“Yeah, take a seat,” Daniel answered flatly.

“Lewis sends an apology,” Toto said as he pulled out a chair and sat down “there was a chance to fly home early and he’s on the way to the airport. He said he would text you when he had the chance.”

Daniel nodded

“Thanks for telling me that,” he said with a sigh “look I just wa-”

Danny was interrupted as his and Max’s food was brought to the table.

“I just wanted to say thanks,” continued once the waiter had disappeared “for being a great bunch of mates, I know we’re not all on the same team b-”

“You don’t haff to thank us for anything,” Toto piped up “yes we’re all on different teams but we’re all the same family and family look after each other.”

“I agree,” Christian agreed “Danny you’re our mate, you’re everyone’s friend, what you went through is really shitty and we all want to support you. Besides we didn’t think you’d want a criminal record if that tyre iron had hit anything vital so we needed to pull you away.”

“You’re strong when you’re angry,” Valtteri said in amusement “the Incredible Hulk”

Oh com on-”

“No you were,” Max said nodding his head “but I totally get that, everyone does, or would anyway”

Danny went bright red and dropped his head into his hands in embarrassment.

“Everyooooone?” groaned “god my life is so fucked up, this is embarrassing!”

“You’ve got all our numbers, if you want come visit in the off season,” Valtteri offered “when was the last time you went skiing? I have a chalet in Finland and you’re welcome to come visit, y’know within whatever regulations we have at the time of course”

“Thanks brother, that’s really nice, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer,” Daniel replied gratefully “maybe when the world is a bit less fucked up yeah? The offer’s on the table to come visit the farm back home too.”

The Finn nodded.

There was a long silence as more food arrived and the group began consuming their breakfast. Fifteen minutes into the meal Kelly looked up and swore in such a vulgar manner everyone’s heads snapped up incredulously.

“Oh that slut is not walking in here!” she declared loudly “oh heeeeeeeelll no!”

Daniel looked up from his plate and immediately saw Jemma walk into the dining area and look around. Her gaze swept the deck and she immediately started in the direction of the table when she saw Daniel. Kelly leapt to her feet and before Max could grab her hand and pull her down back into her seat she strode over to the other woman, drew her hand back and inflicted such a hard slap the sound echoed around the deck.

“You’ve got fucking nerve coming here you whore!” she screeched shoving the other woman backwards, then grabbing her by the neck and pushing her back til she slammed up against a sandstone pillar.

In one fluid motion Daniel, Max, Christian, Toto and Valtteri leapt to their feet and sprinted over to the fighting women, Daniel was the first to reach the cat fighting pair, he wrapped his arms around Kelly’s torso and swiftly pulled her away.

“Kelly calm do-”

“Danny GET-OFF-ME!” Kelly snarled struggling in vain against the Australian’s restraint “I want to fucking kill her!”

“Max take Kelly....away” Christian instructed Max firmly as the Dutchman grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and pulled her out of Danny’s grasp “just go”

“You better not show your face around here again bitch or next time they won’t be here to save your ass!” Kelly snarled at the younger women as she snatched up her purse before allowing Max to lead her away.

“We-need to talk-” Jemma began addressing Daniel directly.

Daniel opened his mouth to respond but Christian cut across him.

“Jemma, now isn’t the time to talk,” he began ‘you’re not welcome here after last night’s ‘activity’ don’t you think it’s best if you just leave and go back to London?”

“I don’t think where I go is any of you busin-”

“Yeah we can ‘talk’” Daniel said in clipped tones “but we’re doing it here and these three are going to stick close enough to cut in if necessary.”

Jemma screwed up her nose

“I suppose,” she said shortly.

Daniel flashed his friends a slight nod then led Jemma over the table.

“So?” he said crossing his arms and legs “care to explain yourself?”

“You know you don’t have to take that tone with me,” Jemma snapped rubbing her cheek that had a perfect print of Kelly’s hand on it “that bitch is a fucking psycho-”

“Keep saying shit like that and you can leave right this minute,” Daniel told her a huge lump forming in his throat “what she did was totally justified. Now shut up and explain yourself”

Suddenly Jemma went bright red and looked into her lap.

“I-I was stupid,” she began.

“No shit Sherlock!” Daniel countered as a pair of security guards ran onto the deck and looked around for a commotion “go on”

“I drank to much and acted stupidly,” Kelly continued in such a small voice as Valtteri motioned to the security guards “I shouldn’t have let myself go but I did and one thing let to another an-”

“How do you even begin to think that getting drunk and fucking someone that isn’t your partner is a justifiable reason to fuck someone that isn’t your partner?” Daniel asked her incredulously as he felt hot tears pricking at his ears “Jesus Christ Jem, Kimi was drunker than the pair of us together and you didn’t see him go into the Alfa Romeo garage and fuck Vasseur’s wife over his car do you?”

“N-no-but-”

“There are no buts!” Daniel hissed swiping away a tear that had escaped his left eye “fucking hell we’ve been together for thirteen years and not once have I every considered cheating on you with my boss or anyone in that time.”

“I knoooow!” Jem wailed as she began to cry “I love you and what I did was wrong and million types of stupid an-”

“Stop,” Daniel told her “just stop.”

“W-what?”

“You don’t love me and never have if you would even consider cheating on me” he continued not bothering to wipe away the tears now “being drunk is no excuse to cheat on your partner, especially the one that was going to propose to you during the off season.”

Jemma’s head snapped up and her mouth fell open.

“What?” she exclaimed incredulously

“Yeah I had planned on asking you to marry me,” Daniel informed her “I mean I hadn’t bought the ring but I was planning on taking you to Margaret River during the holidays and doing it during that trip”

“Oh”

“But obviously that isn’t going to happen now.” Daniel went on “I want to know two things.”

“Y-yes?”

“Why did you throw everything away?”

Jemma looked down into her lap where she had clasped her hands.

“I d-don’t know” she said in a small voice “as I said I was drunk, I know that’s no excuse but that’s the reason it all happened.”

“Okay, and how long has it been going on?”

Jemma shrank under Daniel’s hard glare

“J-ust the on-”

“Don’t LIE!” Daniel snarled.

“S-since, the b-beginning of the y-ear,” Jemma admitted “when the race in Australia was cancelled. That’s when we first hooked up”

Daniel dropped his head into his hands and pulled at his hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he exclaimed “are you telling me you’ve been fucking around on me for nearly a year? You spent Christmas with my FAMILY!”

As soon as Daniel raised his voice one of the security guards approached the table.

“What’s going on here?” he asked in a thick British accent.

“Absolutely nothing, our discussion is over.” Daniel informed the guard “Jem we’re over, get out of my life. Do not return to the apartment in Monaco. I’ll have your belongings packed up and returned to your place in London. Don’t ever contact me again for any reason. Don’t contact my friends, family or colleagues ever again. I don’t want to see you anywhere ever again. I hope you and Cyril will be very happy together.

“Dan please,” Jemma pleaded.

“Ma’am you need to come with me now.” The security guard said assertively “you can come quietly or we can make this difficult, its up to you.”

Jemma stood up and gave Daniel a searching look.

“Is this really it?” she said

“Yeah and it’s all your fault, goodbye Jemma.”

And with that Jemma turned and left the deck.

Chapter 2 can be found here:

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