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norris-lando · 9 months

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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

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