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Hiiiii!! Can I request a daniel ricciardo x driver! reader? Like a grumpy! reader x sunshine! danny? with a hint of friends to lovers but the grid doesn’t know?

I was so excited to see someone open their request and can’t wait to read everythinggggg! Super grateful for the opportunity🫶 may you have a great time writing<3

Ps. It’s totally okay if this doesn’t get a response, I still look forward reading your other works ❤️

she's my grump

the monaco grand prix was always a whirlwind. the air crackled with champagne and exhaust fumes, celebrities swarmed the paddock, and for danny ricciardo, it was pure electric. but amidst the chaos, his gaze always landed on you, his secret weapon – literally and figuratively.

you, (y/n) (l/n), were the engineer who made his car a sleek, purring beast. you were also the complete opposite of him. where danny was sunshine personified, you were a sly smile and a dry wit, a black cat in a room full of golden retrievers. being slightly reserved whilst dating the man with the biggest smile would seem odd to others, but danny loved you in all your light.

"alright team!" danny boomed, his energy radiating as he clapped his hands. "let's make monaco ours!"

you, in redbull uniform, raised an eyebrow. "more coffee, sunshine?" you deadpanned, handing him a steaming mug.

he grinned, taking a swig. "thanks, (y/n). you're a lifesaver." he winked, then lowered his voice conspiratorially, "just remember, if we win, that victory shoey is all yours."

you snorted, a small sound that always tickled danny's heart. "just don't splash champagne on me and make sure you don't scratch the car."

he chuckled, leaning closer. "don't worry, love. i wouldn't dream of it." the last word was barely a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine. you were dating for a few months now, a secret you both fiercely guarded. it wasn't because you were ashamed, rather it was to protect both of your personal lives. you had been friends for seven years and dating for one year. all the other drivers loved you and saw you as a little sister. being the polar opposite of daniel, everyone thought you were a match made in heaven.

flashback

the cityscape of singapore twinkled below, a kaleidoscope of neon against the inky night. danny, relaxed after a podium finish, leaned against the balcony railing, a beer balanced precariously in his hand. you perched on a nearby chair, fiddling with a stray napkin. six years of friendship, countless late-night talks, and a simmering desire that threatened to boil over. tonight, you were determined to make a move.

"crazy race, right?" you started, your voice barely above a whisper. you hated how nervous you felt around him, a stark contrast to your usual sharp wit.

danny chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "yeah, those final laps were a heart-stopper. but hey, at least i didn't get sandwiched between bottas and verstappen this time."

you managed a smile. "true. though, witnessing your car-handling skills under pressure is always a treat for the eyes." a teasing lilt crept into your voice, the one that usually made him laugh. but tonight, he just raised an eyebrow, his gaze holding yours.

"so," you continued, feeling a familiar heat creep up your cheeks, "about that victory dinner tomorrow night..."

"yeah?" he prompted, taking a swig of his beer.

"well, i was thinking, maybe we could..." you trailed off, the carefully rehearsed words dissolving on your tongue. frustration bubbled within you. why was this so hard?

"maybe we could what?" danny asked gently, his voice laced with a hint of concern.

you squeezed the napkin in your hand, the flimsy paper threatening to tear. "forget it. it's stupid."

"hey," danny said, setting his beer down and turning to face you fully. his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now soft and serious. "nothing you say is stupid, (y/n)."

you looked away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. "except maybe what i was about to say."

a beat of silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken emotions. you felt a tear prick your eye, the frustration morphing into a strange mix of despair and defiance.

"look, danny," you blurted out, your voice shaky, "we've been friends for, what, six years now? we practically share a brain when it comes to the car. but lately... lately, things feel different."

he stepped closer, his presence a tangible warmth in the cool night air. "different how?"

you took a shaky breath. "i don't know how to say this. it's stupid, really. but..." you met his gaze, your voice barely audible, "i think i might be falling for you."

the words hung heavy in the air. a flicker of surprise crossed danny's face, then a slow smile spread across his lips. it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

"you think?" he said, his voice a husky whisper. he cupped your face in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the stray tear that escaped your eye.

"maybe," you mumbled, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

before you could say anything else, danny closed the gap between you. his kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened with a newfound urgency. it was a kiss filled with unspoken desires, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. you melted into him, the familiar warmth of his friendship now tinged with a passionate intensity that left you breathless.

when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, you could hear the ragged rhythm of his breath.

"i think i might be falling for you too, (y/n)," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "a lot more than maybe."

a laugh, shaky but genuine, escaped your lips. relief washed over you, mingled with a newfound sense of joy. in the neon glow of singapore night, under the watchful gaze of a million twinkling stars, you knew this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

end of flashback

the qualifying session was a nail-biter. you watched from the pit wall, your fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm against the table. danny caught your eye, flashed a reassuring smile, and then was off, a blur of blue and red. when he secured pole position, the team erupted.

in the celebratory chaos, danny spotted you amidst the throng, a lone island of calm amidst the cheering. he weaved his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. reaching you, he bent down slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

"ready to celebrate, ms. genius ?" he asked, extending his hand.

you smirked, a playful jab back. "only if it involves avoiding exuberant displays of footwear."

he laughed, a sound that always warmed your heart. "no promises, love," he winked, then surprised you. his hand, instead of taking yours, brushed yours lightly, his pinky extending out and interlocking with yours.

you knew what it meant. a silent exchange in your secret language. a small gesture, easily missed by others, but to you, it was a secret handshake, a whispered affirmation in the middle of the storm. your own pinky curled around his, a silent promise. being a black cat dating the biggest golden retriever

the race was a heart-stopper. strategy calls crackled through your earpiece, fueling your anxiety. finally, the checkered flag fell, and danny emerged victorious. the roar of the crowd was deafening.

as danny jumped out of the car, his helmet still on, he scanned the crowd. his eyes met yours, and a wide grin split his face. he sprinted towards you, the cameras flashing around you. but he ignored them all, reaching you and scooping you into a tight hug.

"we did it, (y/n)!" he shouted, his voice muffled by your silky hair.

you hugged him back tightly, a surge of relief and pride washing over you. in that moment, under the watchful eyes of the oblivious crowd, you knew your secret weapon wasn't just the science behind the car. it was the sunshine-haired driver with whom you shared a silent language, a pinky promise, and a love that thrived even in the whirlwind of monaco.

the other drivers, who had long suspected something between you two, exchanged knowing glances. lewis hamilton raised a knowing eyebrow at max verstappen. "looks like ricciardo found his lucky charm," he remarked.

max just grinned. "more like his secret weapon."

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#1: long lonely people with places to go

I wake up really early but still not early enough to catch the sun rise. It goes while I'm sleeping. Cracks the door of the morning open and climbs out the window like a kid in a superhero movie; when I open my eyes, it's all blue. There's a cat meowing for food outside. I get up.

I conveniently forgot to tell my mom that I stopped wearing shoes in my last year of undergrad. It isn't really the kind of thing you just text someone about after all like hey, I stopped wearing shoes btw— she'd probably freak out, right, and she did, when it popped the summer I came back like a big blister. Look, I didn't say. Someone I loved very much does that. At first I was sort of weirded out but one time when I was falling asleep doing readings in the library they took me down to the creek, and it was early spring and cold but the sun was warm on my skin and the water was skittish with light so of course I had to get in the water. There were tiny black fish everywhere. They darted between my legs as I splashed across the sand-dirt floor and disappeared when I wasn't looking, they were so scared. I looked down the length of the creek to where the trees framed the green edge of the sky and I loved it, loved it so much I couldn't put my shoes back on afterwards.

I worked hard to build up that thick skin on the base of my foot. Pavement is forgiving but the groundskeepers liked to line parts of the trail with tiny pebbles and sand and hard poky granite and that shit took months to get over. When I finally did, we had graduated. It was time to leave.

And I knew, viscerally, that my skin wouldn't be getting any tougher in Singapore and that if I wanted to run around in the woods again I'd have to keep it that way. But I had a wretched time at home. Home? Home, like a place, like the concept of people who want you all the time, always, no matter what. Anyway, I went home. I have a silly little habit of picking at my nails and skin when I'm very anxious. In an anxious, miserable daze, I fiddled all the toughness away.

I went back to the woods on campus for the first time two days ago. It was brutal. Everything hurt. Even the sand-covered paths, even the gravel that I wouldn't have shrugged at in May. See, the metaphor writes itself. I've literally walked myself backwards, away from the light.

But we have to keep going, right? Right. Right, we have to keep going. If you say anything three times in a row it becomes true. It's the middle of the morning now and the sun's properly up. I'm listening to quiet acoustic Taiwanese songs that I can understand half of, tea finished, dishes drying on the rack. It's true, I was depressed for two months but now I'm just sad. And sadness I can work with.

There's a movie I saw this week after all. But I'll tell you about it some other time. Right now, I have to wash this mug. Then I think I'll go outside, in spite of the sun.

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[elcinelateleymickyandonie]

Filmografía

Actor

1916 - Joan the woman (EUA)

1917 - The jaguar claw´s (EUA)

1917 - The little american (EUA)

1917 - The hostage (EUA)

1917 - The woman God forgot (EUA)

1918 - The goat (EUA)

1920 - Los cuatro jinetes del Apocalipsis

1921 - A small town idol (EUA)

1921 - The concert (EUA)

1921 - Man-woman marriage (EUA)

1922 - Mr. Barnes of New York (EUA)

1922 - Trifling women (EUA)

1922 - The prisoner of Zenda /El prisionero de Zenda (EUA)

1923 - Where the pavemet ends /Donde termina el asfalto (EUA)

1923 - Scaramouche (EUA)

1924 - Thy name is women (EUA)

1924 - The arab /El árabe (EUA)

1924 - The red Lily (EUA)

1925 - A lover´s oath /The rubaivat of Omar Khayyam (EUA)

1925 - The midshipman (EUA)

1925 - Ben-Hur: A tale of the Christ (EUA)

1927 - The student prince in old Heidelberg /Old Heidelberg /The student prince (EUA)

1927 - Lovers? (EUA)

1927 - The road to romance /Romance (EUA)

1928 - A certain young man (EUA)

1928 - Forbidden hours (EUA)

1928 - Across to Singapore/ Across the Singapore (EUA)

1928 - The flying fleet (EUA)

1929 - Devil may-care (EUA)

1929 - The pagan (EUA)

1929 - In gay Madrid /En la casa de la Troya (EUA)

1930 - Call of the flesh /Sevilla de mis amores /La sevillana (EUA, en español)

1930 - Call of the flesh /Le chanteur de Séville (EUA, en francés)

1930 - Call of the flesh /The singer from Seville (EUA, en inglés)

1931 - Daybreak /El nuevo día (EUA)

1931 - Son of India /El hijo de la India (EUA)

1931 - Mata Hari (EUA)

1931 - The Christmas party /A Christmas story (EUA)

1931 - Wir schalten um auf Hollywood (EUA)

1932 - Huddle /The impossible lover /Juventud triunfante (EUA)

1932 - The Son-Daughter /Canción del Oriente (EUA)

1933 - The barbarian /Man of the Nile /A night in Cairo /El árabe /Una noche en el Cairo (EUA)

1934 - The cat and the fiddle /El gato y el violín (EUA)

1934 - Laughing boy /Raza de bronce (EUA)

1935 - The Night Is Young /La noche es azul (EUA)

1937 - The sheik steps out /La novia del jeque (EUA)

1938 - A desperate adventure /It happened in Paris (EUA)

1940 - La comédie du bonheur /Ecco la felicitá /La comedia de la felicidad (Italia, Francia)

1942 - La virgen que forjó una patria (México)

1949 - We Were Strangers.

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