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beanmachine69 · 9 months

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Brothers' Beloved Bestfriend | Daniel Ricciardo (part iii)

part i

part ii

You chose not to wear the red dress, but that didn’t stop Daniel from stealing glances at you the whole night, sifting through guests any chance he could to talk to you before your brother swept him away. The guest list was more than you had anticipated, so when you retired to your room after everyone had left, you were uncertain whether you could keep your exhaustion at bay to stay awake and talk to Daniel. Obviously those thoughts and struggles were thrown out the window when you heard your bedroom door quietly open as he snuck in, closing the door behind himself and pausing at the entrance, watching you finish your skincare routine.

“Finally.” You replied, passing him a smile as he made his way to your bed.

“What, couldn’t wait any longer to see me again?” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes before joining him in bed, getting flashbacks to how it had felt the first night he was in your room. This felt like a strangely domesticated moment though, you’d shared several sweet moments with him over the course of the years you had known him, but this felt intimate, and domesticated. Crawling into bed and under the covers with him waiting for you on the side of the bed he knew you didn’t sleep on felt odd- not in a bad way, but more in a different and kind of adorable way.

Your crush on Daniel had started as the same old cliche crush; you liked your older brothers’ best friend, but it had grown into something much more in the past few years, and as confusing as it was, you were still glad you two were cuddling next to each other. He had always been the type of person to go through the effort of completely understanding and knowing the people around him; he was a comforting soul to many and though you’d always felt comfortable around him, this was different, it was far more intimate than you could have ever wished for. You’d of course be lying if you claimed you didn’t wish for this, that you didn’t think about it every time your hugs lingered a moment too long or every time he’d lean just a little too close. Daniel always felt like the man you would feel safe around, and now that he had his arms wrapped around you and your face buried in his chest, listening to his heart beat, you felt safer than you could have imagined.

The dreaded conversation wasn’t brought up for a while, initially you two talked about the event, the food, the people, the interactions and eventually you two managed to transgress into a completely different conversation about life and the struggles the two of you had faced as individuals- not once did the conversation feel forced and not once did it feel like he was trying to make a segway into the intended topic. It wasn’t till you looked up at him during an extended few minutes of silence, only to have him be looking back at you, his smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Your forehead is at the perfect spot.” He said, inching closer to give you a kiss.

You smiled at the gesture, it was sweet and made you feel warm on the inside.

“I’m sorry, I should have expressed my feelings better.” Daniel said, breaking the comfortable silence with words that felt heavier than they should have.

“Wait wait wait wait, what are you apologizing for? If anyone should be apologizing right now, it should be me; I’m the one who cut you off when I should have talked to you about my fears.” You replied, plummeting directly into the core of the matter, pulling away to look at his face better, you propped your head up on your arm for better comfort. Daniel mirrored your posture, propping his head on his arm, and reaching out with his other hand to hold yours.

“No, no, I thought about it a lot and I feel awful for how I came onto you-” You saw his face flinch when he registered the last few words and bit back a chuckle, “Uh, I was much older than you and still am, and it was your first summer back from college and all, and really I should have had a better conversation but we were both kinda drunk and it felt like oh y’know it’s now or never and-”

“Danny.” You interrupted him, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as a form of bodily punctuation.

He didn’t reply to you, his gaze met yours and for a moment you swore you would start crying. You’d known these past few days that your feelings for him had resurfaced, but every passing moment felt like those feelings hadn’t resurfaced, but instead had never left, they had existed for longer than you’d like to admit and no matter how much you’d lie and say it was momentary or what-not, they were real and had been existing longer than you’d acknowledge. Hearing him ramble hurt you, it was the saddest possible confirmation of his pre-existing and lasting feelings for you and though that fact should have brought comfort, his expression of that fact brought a great discomfort. You’d always known Daniel to be a man capable of expressing his thoughts and using his words, but at that moment, the way his words fell out of his mouth with his eyes darting and looking anywhere but yours made you regret any decision you thought to be correct.

“Dan, stop apologizing, whatever happened that night happened and I don’t regret what we did. Do you?”

“God, not at all.” Daniel replied, brows furrowing slightly as he lost grip of the direction of the conversation.

“Yeah, so the problem wasn’t the fact that we had sex. I just freaked out because I’ve had this crush on you for so long and I didn’t think anything would happen except then it did and it scared the shit out of me because I didn’t know what my family would say and I somehow convinced myself that you didn’t like me like that and that that night was just a fling and yes, before you say it, we did have a conversation during and after about our feelings but I don’t know I guess it felt too good to be true?”

You had spewed out a lot, most of which Daniel already knew, but the last bit of your statement completely threw him for a loop and momentarily disabled his brain for a response. In the two years he had to think over the matter, not once did he suspect that you would ever think he’d use you as a stupid drunk one-nightstand. Excluding guilt, all emotions Daniel felt towards you were inter-linked to great degrees with immense respect and genuine adoration for you- the idea of you seeing yourself as a silly drunken decision blew his mind. The emotions he felt were not verbally expressed, he was trying his best to untangle his thoughts while you read his expressions and said the first few words that came to mind.

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? Listen, I’m really sorry for ghosting you, it just became too much and I got so scared y’know like with my brother and my family, and your career and my college and-”

“Shut up.” He interrupted, confusion dissolving off his face.

He moved faster than you could question, pulling your face into his for a kiss. It wasn’t breath-taking or anything, but it truly was a long enough kiss to shut you up, for your train of thought to be completely derailed and for you to be distracted by his lips gently moving against yours as his hand let go of yours and moved to cup your face, thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

“I would never, ever look at you like that.” He said, face a few inches away from yours.

“Like what?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Like you’re worth letting go of, ever.” He whispered, scared of saying those words too loud.

Daniel had never admitted this to anyone, mainly because he couldn’t; the only person who knew the both of you was your brother and that wasn’t particularly a conversation he’d like to have earlier on, except now he was sure he didn’t care about what your brother had to say or what your family had to say- all he cared about was the fact that he wasn’t going to let any silly thought hold him back, nor was he willing to mess up and risk the chance of losing you again.

“Danny..” You tried to say something apart from his name, but failure was inevitable, you had never admitted this earlier and having to hear the confirmation of your unspoken fear and conclusionary reason for the cut-off brought you immense comfort. “I’m sorry for running away from you Danny.”

“I understand, I really do, please don’t beat yourself over it baby, I get it, I really really do.” He comforted you, as he pulled your head into his chest kissing the top of it as he felt you relax.

It truly felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, it felt like the two years you had spent thinking about him and all that could have been were useless and in the moment they felt sillier than they were. The time for the actions and confessions just wasn’t right and deep down inside the both of you had known it then and knew it now too.

The Enchante merch he was wearing felt soft against your skin, the supple fabric against our face felt comforting, his hand stroking your back felt comforting, the way you could feel his breath felt comforting- it all felt like a reward for the two years of discomfort.

“Y’know,” Daniel said, interrupting the one-sided conversation you were having with his heartbeat, “I don’t think your brothers’ going to be very surprised when we come clean about all this.”

“Hm? Why’re you so sure, did he say something?” You asked, confused with the random mention of your brother.

“Uh, no, but I think he’s seen me staring way too many times.” He laughed, “I mean the guys not an idiot.”

“I don’t think he’ll be too mad, I mean yeah he’d be mad at first, but it’s you and he trusts you, I don’t think he’d have an objection to us dating.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that we’re dating? Gee babe, lemme at least buy you dinner first.” Daniel laughed, a sound of joy that vibrated through his chest, which you slapped lightly as a response to the teasing.

“I mean- I don’t know, that’s not what I-” You got flustered, suddenly completely unsure of a response.

“Baby, baby, I’m joking, we’re dating that's for sure, I don’t think I wanna put that for later again.”

“Oh cut it out Ricciardo.” You mumbled, smiling at his stupid joke.

He hummed in response, holding onto you tighter as the thought settled in his head, he had hoped for this despite his ‘better’ judgment and now it was happening. You were in his arms, body completely slack against his with your breath slowing down as he felt your body drift off to sleep.

A/N: I'M BACKKK!!! after eid and a major depressive episode, I have returned to provide the finale of my Danny fic, I'm sorry if it's short, hope yall like it, as usual inbox is open for criticism and asks! Love you all<3

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ladymarvel27 · 6 months

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Daniel: What’s up with Lando? He’s been lying on the floor for like….an hour now? Oscar: He’s just a little overwhelmed. Daniel: Why? Oscar: Carlos smiled at him.

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wrestlingwithlife · 5 months

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The King and The Honey Badger

The honey Badger is regarded as one of the fiercest and bravest creature in the animal kingdom despite its small size, and it’s about time the Austrian king found that out.

König x Male!Reader

Warning : Violence - Blood - Death

(Nothing that graphic)

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König couldn’t quite say when he had first officially met the elusive ‘Honey Badger’ that had found his way into the Austrian’s ranks.

He had simply always been there. Watching, listening, and obeying. And wether by chance or unfortunate circumstances he and König had never wound up on the same team when it came to missions.

So, to say König didn’t know much of the male would be an understatement. He knew what he looked like, at least for the most part.

The lower half of his face was always clad with a dark mask, the snarling muzzle of a honey badger painted on it to match his call sign. He wasn’t the tallest of König’s men, but he was by far one of the strongest. His body thick and almost tank like with his broad shoulders and packed in muscles.

The first time König really remembered speaking with the h/c haired male was late one Friday night. A few of the men had gone out to a nearby bar not far from the base. Only a few hours may have passed when he received a text for the e/c eyed soldier.

‘Can you open the door please? My hands are full.’

The colonel was a bit confused. Why were the males hands full? They had only went to the bar, right? Nonetheless, the Austrian male tread over to the door and opened it to the bizarre sight before him.

Honey Badger lumbered in, two soldiers thrown over one of his shoulders and another tucked under his arm. No words were exchanged as he came in, chucking the three blackout drunks onto the common room couch. There were a few groans of protest, but other then that the three didn’t stir.

“What—“ König stood there, his widening eyes the only show of shock on his own masked face. “What happened?”

Honey Badger waved a hand dismissively, chuckling a bit. “Ah, they had a few to many and got into a bar fight with some other guys.”

It was then König noticed the small dusting of glass that coated the shoulders of the others leather jacket.

“Don’t worry though, I managed to break it up with minimal damage done. And I got them out of there before the police showed up.” The s/c soldiers eyes crinkled a bit, hinting at the wry smile that played beneath his mask.

That was when König noticed that the snarling muzzle wasn’t there any longer, and Y/n had swapped out his regular mask for a more casual one.

“You didn’t get hurt did you?” König really did care for all of his men, and as he stood there in front of the blazing e/c eyes of his most elusive soldier he fought to build something stronger between them.

Y/n shrugged, adjusting his mask absentmindedly. “Some dude threw a bottle and it knocked me in the face, cut my cheek a bit.”

König’s anxiety immediately flared, turning to dig through one of the cabinets to find the first aid kit.

“Here let me clean it for you, and make sure there aren’t any shards left in there.”

König heard the rustling of fabric before he turned around, his body momentarily stalling at the sight before him.

He really shouldn’t have been that shocked. Of course Y/n would have to take his mask off for König to clean his cheek, really it was just common sense, but that didn’t make the sight any less awing for the Austrian.

His s/c colored cheek had a short gash in it, bits of dried blood and what König thought was a small piece of glass were decorated around it.

The colonel forced himself back into the moment, not willing to allow the males gorgeous face to throw off his concentration. He was a damn soldier, he could handle this.

König fought to keep his thoughts straight as he gently plucked out the shard of glass from Y/n’s cheek, using an antiseptic wipe to clean away the blood and keep out infection.

With the wound now clean König pulled back to find a bandage of the right size. While his focus was elsewhere Honey Badger’s eyes were trained on him and him alone.

Y/n was sizing the male up, but not in the traditional sense, more of just trying to get a feel of him. The e/c eyed male had always watched from afar, taken note of the Colonel’s mannerisms and habits, but up close he was a whole different painting for Y/n to admire.

As König turned back with a bandage in hand Y/n didn’t bother to avert his eyes, meeting the colonel’s gaze head on. In fact, König was the one who averted his eyes first, hands trembling as he applied the patch. He felt as the though he was melting under the Honey Badger’s gaze, and he couldn’t tell if he loved it or not.

With König now focused on something Y/n went back to letting his eyes wonder down, unable to stop them from catching near the massive Austrian’s waist, fighting a smirk.

‘My oh my~’

When König pulled back Y/n offered him a grin.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“J-just König is fine, really.” König sputtered, shaking his hands a bit. He didn’t think he’d be able to see straight if Y/n called him sir again.

“Right. Thank you, König. Have a good night.” Y/n hummed, before retreating back into the darkness of the hallway and to his own barracks.

König swallowed thickly, bringing up a hand to clutch over his racing heart when the other was out of sight.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

After that night König paid far more attention to who was in each squad when his men went out in the field, and soon the King and the Honey Badger were hardly ever seen a part.

Y/n pushed himself on, his thick legs plowing through the snow with ease. He wasn’t a fan of being separated from König, so he just tried to remind himself that the Austrian was only 100 meters away through the trees.

“I hate this…” Honey Badger grumbled, trudging on as his gaze scanned the tree line for anything that may be an enemy soldier.

“You’re fine, only another half mile to go.” König tried to soothe through the coms. “If anything we got—“

König’s link suddenly cut out and Y/n froze in his tracks, bringing a hand up to his ear.

“König? König, come on now, this isn’t funny.”

Somewhere off to the right of him a gunshot rang out, breaking through the cold air. Honey Badger whipped his head around, e/c eyes rapidly moving to try and hone in on where it had come from.

Without another moment the male set himself into motion, moving through the snow at an alarming pace to find, what he hoped to be, König alive and kicking.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

König was on the ground, clutching at his bicep as his back pressed up against the tree behind him.

A soldier in white camouflage laid before him, dead. A puddle of blood slowly seeping out into the snow beneath him and staining it red.

Another soldier, dressed identically to the other, trudged towards König, rifle in hand. As König reached for his pistol the soldier shouted something in a language he didn’t recognize, pointing the barrel of his gun at König.

König froze, and as the soldier shouted again he drew his hand back. The soldier came to a stop a few feet from the Austrian, continuing to speak.

From the brief pauses he took König figured he was speaking to someone over a com link. König’s breath came in ragged, short puffs. The soldier gave a nod and lifted up his rifle, crosshairs aimed for König’s head.

“König!”

Like a freight train with no breaks, a blur of s/c and h/c plowed through the soldier, sending them both sprawling into the snow.

Y/n kicked away the man’s rifle as they wrestled on the ground, throwing violent punches back and forth. König quickly snatched up his pistol, but he had no way of getting a shot without hitting Y/n as well.

However, König could see the camouflaged soldier growing tired, his punches getting weaker, but Y/n looked like he was just getting started.

The Colonel watched as Y/n reached down to his hip, rearing back his arm again with a long blade in his hand. With a viscous cry he plunged the knife into the soldiers neck, who was quick to fall still.

Honey Badger shoved the guys body away, jogging over to König and kneeling by his bloody arm.

“You alright?” He asked breathlessly, small clouds forming in the freezing air from his warm breath. König blinked, shaking his head to steady his train of thought.

“Ja, I am fine.”

Despite the reassurance Honey Badger gripped the top of his own sleeve before tearing it off, wrapping the fabric tightly around the wound. König couldn’t help but worry.

“You’ll get cold.” He pointed out, using his good arm to prod at the soldier.

“Rather deal with a bit of frost bite than have you bleed out on me, sir.”

“I thought we talked about the ‘sir’ thing.” König grumbled as Y/n helped him to stand. Extraction could take another two hours to arrive, so Y/n helped König to a place further from the dead soldiers and out of the puddle of his own blood.

“You’re warm.” Y/n commented absentmindedly as he helped König to sit on a nearby log. Though the Colonel knew he didn’t need the pampering, he was more than happy to receive it from his companion.

Honey Badger did a final check of his body, poking and prodding in search of any other wounds.

With a sigh of relief he plopped himself down next go König, body relaxing.

The Austrian blinked, watching as the skin of Y/n’s exposed arm slowly turned red in the cold. Without a word said König wrapped his good arm around the shorter males body, pulling him in.

“You’re cold.”

A smile creeped onto Y/n’s lips beneath his mask. His shoulders slumped as he leaned his head onto König’s chest.

“Thank you, König.”

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A/n WOW that took way longer than needed sorry y’all 😅

Definitely plan on making these two a recurring couple so it you’ve got any ideas for Honey Badger I’d love to hear ‘em!!

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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Admitted

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: angst

Summary: Reader has a breakdown and has to be addmited

Warnings: Self-harm, reader is admitted, probably inaccurate

Notes: Please bear in mind that I'm not schizophrenic. I've hallucinated because of medication, which was diagnosed as 'schizophrenic like', so that's what I'm going off of, as well as some extensive research.

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Everyone seems to be interested in Daniel's love life. Something he really likes talking about - until they are just digging for gossip. The one thing Daniel won't let them pry into is the private life of his fiancé.

He himself is open, but he's also protective. Specifically of her and what she has to go through on a daily basis. It's not anyone else's business.

He knew she'd been struggling. Her medication was doing a number on her mentality. She's hates the side affects and it's a struggle everyday to get her to take it.

He should've known not to leave her alone for the weekend. He arrived at the paddock on Thursday and left on Sunday after his job was done. Getting home late at night is never ideal, but at least he's here.

He sets his stuff down quietly and slips into the bedroom. Daniel expected to he greeted by his sleeping fiancé. Instead, he finds her staring at the wall. A knife pressed against an already bleeding wrist and mumbling to herself.

He knows not to panic. Panicking will startle her. Daniel makes a conscious effort to step softly and announce his presence while crouching on the floor by her.

"Hey baby, can you talk to me? Tell me what's going on."

The fact her eyes are glassy and she's not looking at him is highly concerning. Her eyes flicker to different points in the room. "They won't be quiet."

"Yeah? Did you try to make them be quiet?"

She nods her head slowly. Tears slip down her cheeks as she finally looks to her wrist then to him. Her breathing picks up to a startling pace.

"No Danny - I'm sorry - please don't."

And god does it hurt him. But he knows it'll get worse if he doesn't get her help. She knows this too.

He hates leaving her, but it's so late they won't let him stay. He takes to sleeping in the car and calling anybody he trusts who will pick up the phone.

He's back in the hospital as soon as he can be. Daniel hates the psych ward. He knows it's probably the worst place to he considering, so he stays as much as they'll let him.

He can see the dark circles forming under her eyes. She's struggling to eat. It's absolutely gutting and he wants to take her home as soon as possible.

Finally, after a few days, she is allowed to go home. Exhausted and in need of a decent meal, but her medication is back on track.

He's going to start taking her to all the races at this point. Who cares what people think? He loves and wants her to be safe. Wants her to not feel like she's isolated and an alien on her own planet.

She's funny and kind and he loves her smile with every ounce if his being. She's extremely talented despite everything going on in her head.

So he'll love her and calm her thoughts because she means so much to him.

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