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[norris-lando]

take the words for what they are

Daniel Ricciardo x reader, Max Verstappen x reader

inspired by Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

warnings: cheating, angst, implications of smut

author's note: i might do a part two to this one, i'm not sure. but please let me know your thoughts! i hope you enjoy :)

word count: 3k

part two to this fic can be found here

make sure nobody sees you leave

hood over your head keep your eyes down

tell your friends you're out for a run

you'll be flushed when you return

"Y/n, where are you going?" Lily asked as she was watching you put on your sneakers.

"Oh, I'm just-" Shit. You weren't good at lying and the invisible clock was ticking down loudly in your ears. You had to come up with something soon before you were busted for being untruthful.

"I'm just gonna run to the store quick, I just realised I don't have any-" You took a moment to look around. What would be something that you so urgently needed. "I don't have any coffee," you hurried to answer even though you knew full well how stupid it sounded. "You know how I get if I don't get my morning coffee. Do you need anything?"

Lily shook her head as an answer but gave you wondering look almost like she didn't believe a word you just said. However, she soon disappeared behind the corner into the living room and began to set the movie you had planned to watch with your friends.

Alex walked past you with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bottle of Coca-Cola in another. "Just don't take too long this time or we'll start watching without you," he joked referring to the last time you had a movie night which abruptly came to end before it even started when you left to sneak behind your boyfriends back to see Max.

You couldn't find any words to answer Alex so you just ended up chuckling quietly before you left. You pulled your phone out to text Max that you were on your way but that you had to hurry so that your friends wouldn't get suspicious.

take the road less traveled by

tell yourself you can always stop

what started in beautiful rooms

ends with meetings in parking lots

The street was quiet and the evening was growing darker by the minute. It was getting cold and you were wondering if you should have put more clothes on.

You didn't like sneaking behind Daniel's back. In fact, you hated it but there was something exciting about the secrecy you and Max were forced to share. A glimpse here, a quick brush of contact there. Those little moments always gave you butterflies in a way Daniel hadn't given you for so long.

You pushed your hands deep down in to your coat pockets in the hopes of getting to warm up a little. It didn't help though, so seeing Max's car already parked at your usual meeting spot as you made your way around the corner made you feel thankful. In your current state even a moment of warmth was all you could ask for.

The door creaked open. Max had reached from the driver seat to open it for you before you had the chance to grab the handle yourself. Those little things always made you smile.

"Hey," you said as you got in and leaned in to give Max a kiss. You could feel the smirk on his face as your lips interlocked. Neither of you ever wanting to waste the time as it usually was always only few stolen minutes here and there you two got to share together in private.

And even after those moments were over, you always told yourself you could stop at any given time. You never did though. Something about Max always pulled you to him. It was like an invisible string.

Sometimes you thought back to the time it all first started. You went over that night again and again. And you were always left wondering how something that had at the start been so beautiful could end up becoming this. This something that was so forbidden and wrongful.

You were torn with the idea of being with Daniel, the man you had been with for so long already. The man you knew loved you and wanted to share a life with you. But what you had with Max... Illicit, yes but so exhilarating at the same time. It was like a breathe of fresh air in your lungs each time you inhaled.

Time seemed to move slower each time you were with Max. It was like you were in your own world where it was just the two of you. And you enjoyed every minute of it.

Lost in your thoughts, you couldn't hear what Max had asked you.

"Y/n? Everything okay?" He sounded worried. You nodded your head quickly, to show him that everything was, in fact, okay before collecting your thoughts.

"Yeah," you wondered what you wanted to say, "I was just thinking." You turned your head to look out the window and felt Max's hand creep up on your thigh.

Out of the corner of your eye you could make out Max's facial features. His strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes, his brown hair and his few day old stubble. Those were all the things that made him attractive in your mind - those were all the things that you found better in him.

Max sighed. He could tell something heavy was on your mind. He didn't like seeing you like this. To him times like this, when you were lost in thought, contemplating between right and wrong, were useless and stupid. If you really were so uncertain of your actions, what were you even doing here? You should just go back to your boyfriend instead of waste his time. He never said those words out loud but he thought about them more than he cared to admit.

"I'm sorry, Max-" You picked up on the shift in his behaviour. It wasn't hard. Max wasn't one to really hide the way he really felt. "I'm sorry, I just can't help thinking about us. This whole thing. What we're doing, are we stupid?" The words came rushing out and you couldn't stop yourself.

Scoffing, Max shook his head. "You're overthinking this," he said. His voice was laced with venomous intent. Something you hadn't heard from him before. "If you wanna be with Daniel, then go fucking be with him. I'm not stopping you!" Taken aback by his words, you furrowed brows. "But whatever you decide, stop wasting my time."

The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds. Max was staring straight ahead, knuckles white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. You tried to keep your composure, not wanting to break down in front of Max. But since it was getting harder to do after every passing second, you decided it was for the best if you just left.

Without saying a word, you opened the door and got out of the car, slamming it close behind you. You could hear Max scream something after you but you didn't pay any attention to it. You were done listening to his lies, playing along his tune. This was it, you decided.

On your walk back, you could feel tears start to pour down your cheeks. You stopped for a moment, resting your back against the cold tile wall. There was an ache in your chest - they kind that you might get when your heart breaks.

You knew this was for the better. It was better to end it all before things got messy. With the lifestyle you and Max and Daniel led, it was a surprise no one had yet spotted you and Max on your secret rendezvous. After all, it wasn't unusual for someone to be hiding behind a corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of one the drivers or their family. Add there a scandalous act and it was a shit storm waiting to pour down on everyone involved.

Still, as you tried your best to convince yourself this was what was right, you still couldn't ignore the ache that now seemed to have found a permanent residence deep in your chest. What you and Max shared, even with all the imperfections, was something beautiful that had now suffered the untimely demise.

Truth was, you were willing to leave Daniel. You were ready to walk out on him and the life you two shared, and you had told Max that. But he had told you it wasn't a good idea, at least not yet - if ever.

And every day since, you had grown tired of waiting. You still loved Daniel and hated to see him hurting. The thought of Daniel finding out about you and Max was eating you alive every day.

That's how you found yourself in this situation. Walking back to your friends who were waiting for you, unaware of where you had been and who with. Unsure of what the future was going to look like but certain that Max was not going to be a part of it - at least not in the way you had hoped.

It pained you to throw your relationship with Max down the drain, act like nothing had ever happened. But life wasn't always easy, you knew that. Sometimes the right thing to do was walk away. You just weren't certain if you had walked away from the right person.

leave the perfurm on the shelf

that you picked out just for him

so you leave no trace behind

like you don't even exist

The grid had made plans to go out for a dinner. Everyone was coming. Including Max.

"We're gonna be late soon," Daniel called out to you as you were in the bathroom staring at the shelf full of perfumes, wondering which one to use.

You glanced at the shelf. Almost choosing one before deciding against it, knowing full well it was one of Max's favorite perfumes on you. And tonight, you wanted no reminder of him ever even looking your way.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," you yelled back and rushed down the stairs to see Daniel waiting for you. His eyes went up and down as he look at your stunning figure. You were wearing a thigh high dress that hugged your figure perfectly. Your hair was in a high ponytail and you had opted to wear a beautiful, gold necklace that Daniel had gifted you for your anniversary.

A presumptuous smile grew on his lips. "You know on second thought," he began, "maybe they don't mind if we're a little late," he said as he wrapped his arms around your body, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Shivers went down your spine as you felt Daniel's breathe on your skin.

You gave him a playful slap on his shoulder as you urged him that the two of you really should get going.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Max. You hadn't been able to join Daniel in the grid, thanks to your busy work schedule. It wasn't anything unusual and you were thankful for it - no one had questioned your absence or thought of it as something abnormal. And those few weeks away from the hassle of the races had given you much needed time to think.

But with the traditional dinner each time before summer break official started and everyone got on with their own plans, you knew you couldn't avoid facing Max.

You and Daniel soon arrived at the restaurant. It took you a moment to gather up courage to get out of the car but Daniel didn't seem to notice your nervous appearance. You were thankful for his blissful unawareness - it wasn't like you could really give him a satisfying explanation for your sudden agitation anyway.

The two of you made your way inside, hand in hand and your nervousness faded slowly. Daniel placed a small kiss on the top of your head right before you spotted the table full of your friends and Daniel's colleagues.

Lando was the first to spot the two of you, getting up from his seat. He made his way to you, giving you a hug, saying how much he had missed you and wished you had been at the races.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was busy with work but I watched the replays from each race." You did your best to offer him a sort of explanation, not necessarily needing to. Lando knew what your schedule was like. He was, after all, the reason you and Daniel even started dating in the first. Lando having been your best friend for a long time before he started his F1 career, you two knowing each other from early childhood and staying close ever since.

Lando shuffled back to table, hurrying you two along the way. There was an excitement in his step. Lando had been kind enough to save you and Daniel seats next to him, with you unfortunately having to sit right across from Max.

If looks could kill, you thought to yourself as Max threw daggers your way with his eyes. You tried your best to avoid his gaze, hoping no one else noticed what was going on. The last thing you wanted was your dirty laundry to be aired in front of everyone.

Thankfully, the first moments of dinner you were busy listening to Lando and Daniel tell you about everything that had happened during your absence. Maybe you could survive this after all.

take the words for what they are

a dwindling, mercurial high

a drug that only worked

the first few hundred times

As the night went on, the topics of conversations changed. And at some point it became harder and harder for you to engage in them. There was a sort of pull in your mind towards something else. The words around the restaurant becoming more distant with each letter.

Max's words echoed around your mind. You kept slipping, thinking back when the time you spent with Max was something you looked forward to. When his words were sweet like honey. When the stolen glances were filled with love.

Max was your drug. He brought you such a high, it was like a fever dream. It was something you never wanted to let go. The times you spent with him were like a fairytale.

But then it all came crashing down. Now it all felt so much worse. The highs were high but the lows were so much more lower. The man you once believed to be your long lost soulmate turned out to be just a twinflame, leaving you broken and bruised.

and you wanna scream

don't call me 'kid'

don't call me 'baby'

look at this godforsaken mess

that you made me

you showed me colors

you know i can't see with anyone else

You heard someone call your name, the voice sending shivers down your spine - and not the good kind. You turned around. Max was standing there, staring at you but not saying another word. Hadn't you heard him come after you? Had Daniel paid enough attention to put two and two together? Did he even see Max run after you as you had excused yourself to use the bathroom?

"What do you want, Max? You shouldn't even be here, someone could see us." Your voice was barely above a whisper. You sounded nervous.

Max's mischievous laugh bounced off the walls. He didn't care if someone saw the two of you. Hell, he was almost hoping for someone to catch you there. That would bring a fun end to the evening.

You, on the other hand, wanted to scream. You couldn't believe how Max could act like this. It was infuriating. He was like a child who didn't get what he wanted and now he was taking it out on you and anyone else who dared cross his path of revenge.

"Are you really gonna spend the whole night pretending you're happy and in love with him? Come on, y/n, you're not fooling anyone," Max said as he took a couple of steps closer to you. There was still a gap between your bodies but it was growing smaller with every passing second.

Max tried to reach for your hand but you managed to move away from him just before your bodies had time to touch. "Baby, please-" There was a plea in his voice. Oh, how you had missed him and hearing him call you that. You wanted to jump back into his arms, give in to him and become his. But you didn't.

"No!" Your voice was louder than you had expected it to be, startling both you and Max. "No, you don't get to call me that anymore. You don't get to call me baby or lover or anything like that. Not anymore. Not after you-"

Suddenly you didn't know what to say anymore. Your mind went blank as the two of you stood in the foyer. Pictures flashing in your mind, painting first the story of you and Daniel, then of you and Max.

The moment felt dense. You didn't know what you were doing there or why you even were there. Max had made a mess of you, he had turned you into something you couldn't recognize.

You felt angry. At yourself. At Max. At life. In a blink of an eye, the man who was standing in front of you, had helped you see a different side to life. He had given you the promise of something more only to take it away as soon as you had started to feel comfortable.

Max knew full well what he was doing when he made the first move on you all those months ago. He did it anyway. He didn't care if it ruined you. He wanted something, he took it.

Time stood still. You and Max stared at each other for a few moments longer before you took a deep breathe and walked away from him.

don't call me 'kid'

don't call me 'baby'

look at this idiotic fool that you made me

you taught me a secret language

i can't speak with anyone else

and you know damn well

for you, i would ruin myself

a million little times

[norris-lando]

for you, i would ruin myself

Daniel Ricciardo x reader, Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: implications of smut, cheating, masturbation, angst, fighting

author's note: i finally had the time to finish this part 2, yayy. i had a hard time figuring out how to end this but i'm happy with how this turned out. as always, i hope you guys enjoy and please, let me know your thoughts :)

word count: 2.3k

this is a part two to this fic here

There was a burning sensation all around your body fueled by the anger you felt for Max. How could he do that? Be like that? Act like the whole world revolved around him? He was infuriating. But you couldn't push him out of your mind, no matter how hard you tried.

He had you under a spell. He made you feel seen in a way Daniel had never, in a way Daniel could never. And although it wasn't Daniel's fault, the thought slowly pushed an invisible wedge between the two of you. It was only a matter of time before Daniel figured out something was seriously wrong.

—

It had been weeks since the grid dinner. You hadn't seen or heard from Max since and there was an emptiness inside you.

A part of was happy-ish that Max was in the past. You could finally focus on your relationship with Daniel. But at the same time you were missing Max and the person you were around him.

Max brought out a different side of you - one you could not show around anyone else. You hated the fact that he had such a tight grip on you but at the same time you felt excited. It was like you were living a secret life.

—

You were alone at home and bored out of your mind. All of your friends were busy with something unintresting to you and you were burning with the need to do something.

You picked up your phone from your bedside table. Stared at it for a good few minutes. Debating.

You and Max were like fire and water. Day and night. Heaven and hell. The perfect example of opposites attract.

Max was carefree, go with the flow type of guy. He didn't care if someone found about your little secret. He'd deal with it if it ever got to it.

You on the other hand were nervous wreck. The thought of someone, anyone, founding out almost driving you crazy. So why on Earth did you find yourself dialing Max's number as you lay on the empty bed at home alone.

Ring. Please don't pickup.

Ring. Please, just hang up.

Ring. Please, whatever you do, just don't—

"Hello?"

The familiar voice took you by surprise. As if someone else had taken over your body, dialed Max and now you were left to deal with the concequences.

"Y/n, is everything okay?"

Oh, no. No, no, no. This isn't happenning. Surely you were just imagining it. You hadn't really just called Max of all people.

Cold sweat washed over you and there was an audible gulp on your end of the line.

You didn't know what to say and, to be fair, you didn't have to say anything. Max knew why you called. He knew exactly what you wanted. And he was willing to give it to you.

"Are you alone?"

The question made you feel sick. He wasn't stupid — Max knew you were alone but he wanted to hear you say it. That way he could take the control of the situation, of you.

"Y/n, I asked you a question."

Another gulp. Louder this time as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

"Yes." Point blank, it was all you could say.

Max laughed smugly on the other end, "do you want me to come over and..."

His voice went quiet and you could feel your core warm up at the thought of Max. The way his hands roam around your body as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. How his pulsating erection feels when it presses against you.

"Yes."

It didn't take long after that before the phone call ended. You were panting alone on the bed you were laying on, panties already dripping wet and Max hadn't even yet arrived.

You couldn't take it any longer as anticipation took a hold of you. Slowly, you pushed your hand down your stomach until you could feel your fingers touching the lacy fabric under your sweatpants.

You moved your fingers gently on your clit, going in circles. A quiet moan escaping your lips.

Click.

The sound of a key turning and the lock to your front door opening sent shivers down your spine. Max didn't have a spare key so who was it that had just made their way into your home. And then it hit you.

You had assumed Daniel would be away longer, though now the thought seemed stupid. He did just say he was going to the store.

You panicked and searched for your phone. Everything felt like a haze but nothing irreversible hadn't happened yet. You thanked your lucky stars, escaping a drama filled day yet again by mere minutes.

Quickly, you dialed Max's phone number but came to a sudden stop when you heard two voices, instead of just one, echoing downstairs. You listened carefully and froze when you realised it would be too late now to be calling Max. He was already here and he was with your boyfriend.

Thought after thought, you racked your brain for answers. What had Max said to Daniel when he questioned why he was here? Did Daniel suspect something was off? You had been acting differently recently and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Daniel. You had been able to play it cool, brushing off Daniel's accusations regarding your behavior.

But this was different. The man causing your change of heart was standing in your living room with the man you supposedly loved more than anything. What were you supposed to do in this situation? Act like you had no idea why Max was here? Come up with a lie so obvious a five year old could tell you were being dishonest? None of your options were optimal but you just couldn't lock yourself in the bedroom.

It wasn't anything unusual in your household that Max came over. He often came to visit, usually to hang out with Daniel but the three of you were all friends first before your friendship with Max turned into something more. With the shift in dynamics, you and Max had spent less time with Daniel around and it was a treacherous road to go down now.

Step by step, you walked down the stairs and into the living room. Max was the first one of the two men to spot you. A grin spreading on his face and you knew the second you saw his face that this was not going to be easy.

"Hey, y/n," he said and Daniel turned his head to look at you.

You offered only a small wave as a response, not trusting yourself to speak yet.

Daniel walked over to you, his hand sneaking around your waist as he gave you a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe," he said with a wide smile.

"I didn't know you asked Max to come over?" It was more of a statement than an inquiry but the way the words left Daniel's mouth it sounded like it ended in a question mark.

"Oh, yeah, I-" Your gaze shifted over to Max as you were silently begging for his help. It was like you were screaming, say something and save me from this nightmare.

Max, however, only held a fake puzzled look on his face. As if he was just as oblivious to why you had asked him there in the first. He had no interest in assisting you right now. He just enjoyed to see you squirm as you tried to come up with a good enough reason.

The silence was loud enough to pierce your ears and you wanted the ground beneath you to swallow you whole. It was the only way to avoid this very, very awkward situation.

Suddenly you were pulled back to the moments when you knew Max wasn't a good guy. When you first realised he wasn't thinking about anyone else but himself.

The sight of Daniel making you question if you should just tell the truth. To tell Daniel the real reason why Max was in your living room. But he didn't deserve to go through that kind of pain, not this way. To hear that the man who was once not only his teammate but also his friend, had come in between him and the woman he loved more than anything. That would have to happen in private - in a situation where it was just the two of you.

You didn't want to be the one who told Daniel, though. You didn't want to put yourself in that situation. And maybe it was selfish but it was easier to live in a lie. Especially when there was still a part of you that hoped and prayed that Max would change. You wanted him to be the kind, sweet, man you knew he could be. The one he was when he had first charmed you.

By some miracle, the topic of conversation, the reason why Max was here, was soon forgotten when Daniel's phone started ringing.

He fished it out of his pockets, glancing at the screen. "Sorry, I gotta go take care of this." He gave you an apologetic look.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you watched Daniel rush out of the door, yelling his goodbyes on his way out.

And with that, you were left alone with Max. It was what you had wanted just a few moments before but now the thought was repulsive and making your head spin.

It felt like you were going in circles. You weren't able to make up your mind. One day you wanted Max, the other you wanted Daniel. It felt horrible and you didn't know what to do.

"What are we doing Max," you asked suddenly. The same question you had asked him just a few months ago. Back then it led to you walking away from him, questioning if it was the right thing.

You thought back to that time when you were sitting in Max's car. Back to when he told you to 'stop wasting his time.' Were you doing it again?

Max scoffed. It was his go-to move whenever you questioned your relationship, situationship, whatever it was that the two of you shared.

"Not this again," he said and soon continued, "I didn't come here to listen you whine and worry." There was a mocking tone to his words, something you had grown accustomed to during your time of knowing Max.

All this time you had spent in secrecy with Max had left you at times feeling like you knew him well. Like every corner was swept clean of all the information they could provide. If there was an encyclopedia for Max, you were it. Every last bit of information had been etched into your brain.

But there were also times when you weren't sure who he was at all. It was like he changed into a different person depending on how he was feeling and how you were behaving. If you were compliant enough, he was the kindest man ever - making you feel loved and special. But if you dared to cross him, he was the polar opposite. He'd yell at you and make you feel worthless. Like you were nothing but an imposition to him.

"Damn it, Max," you screamed, "don't act like I'm in this all alone! You are just as involved as I am."

The sudden outburst of emotions took both of you by surprise - Max cause he had never seen you like this and you because you had never dared to actually confront him.

"It's like I've told you before - I was ready to walk away from all of this," you said as you gestured the house that you were in, filled with all the memories of you and Daniel and the life you shared. "I was ready to leave all this behind, to be with you, to deal with the shitstorm that would inevitably follow me where ever I'd go next."

You had unintentionally closed the gap that was the only thing keeping you and Max apart until now. You were standing so close to him now, you could practically feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You were close enough to leap into his arms, if only he was willing to embrace you in them.

"I was ready to love you and be with you and live a life with you cause I-"

Silence filled the space.

"I already am in love with you."

It was a staring contest now. Max's blue eyes pierced into yours and you could almost feel him search for answers in your brain. Like he was rummaging around, trying to decipher a code only he could decode.

What happened next was a blur. It took you a while to register it but Max had crashed his lips into yours. His hands cupping your face, holding tightly like he didn't want to ever let go. Like you were the air that he desperately needed to breathe.

You relaxed into the feeling. Your lips dancing together in a perfect harmony. And suddenly everything was clear - Max was the one you had always been meant to be with. It just took you this long to figure it out.

The two of you were in your own world. Everything else around you just disappeared as you held onto each other.

A voice pulled you back. It was Daniel.

"Y/n, what the hell's going on?"

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