#you can't come in here and talk about daniel ricciardo and not expect me to make it worse

[i-am-church-the-cat]

church i'm deep in my feels, you can't just drop "daniel going feral when he feels trapped" and make me immediately think about the Bad Years at McLaren and i'm gonna cry now, daniel lashing out at everyone and everything as it all spirals wrong

NOT JUST MCLAREN THOUGH!!!!

Red Bull, Max is boxing him in, taking up every little space on the team bc his god is the god of conquest and won't except anything less than total domination, and Daniel REFUSES to be trapped there, even if Max is the one trapping him. He get's mean, he's a cornered animal and he's not going to let them take any more of him.

Renault, trapped in the midfield, pushing and pushing that stupid car but still never breaking out of the barriers they put around him. He's driving the car and the team to the freaking limits and nothing's going. It's not even a year before he starts to get twitchy, looking for 2021 contracts, ready to run at the slightest sign of trouble.

McLaren, the first year isn't great but at least he gets to push out of the midfield to the top step of a podium, and that first hint of freedom is enough to make him believe he's not claustrophobic, the walls aren't pushing in around him. McLaren asks him to do better so he declaw's himself, files down his fangs, makes himself lighter and faster until he realizes it's too late, the trap door's slammed shut and he has no way out, he's tearing at the enclosure with blunt teeth and soft paws.

And now RB, still too soft, trying to dig his heels in and push forward, push upward, up the field, up the podium, up into that Red Bull seat he once felt so trapped in. But it's too late, his fangs are jagged, his claws are too short, and he's stuck in the lower fourth of the field, fading fading and maybe too tired to fight anymore.

[i9messi]

Speak Now — Max Verstappen

You're Max’s best friend. When he announces he's gonna get married you can't believe it. Is it too late and inopportune to let him know you're in love with him?

Word count — 1,8k

a/n: happy ending!!

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"I'm going to get married. She said yes."

The call seemed to end abruptly, but you knew very well that Max was on the other side of the line, waiting for your answer. A bittersweet taste had settled in your mouth and tears began to build up in your eyes, all as you thought of what response to give. A best friend would be happy for him, a best friend would just want to see him fulfill his dreams. However, things were complicated. You felt sad, broken and submerged in deep pain.

In your stupidest dreams, you’d hoped Max would finally notice you. You’d been there, you’d listened to him and advised him every time he fought with his girlfriend. You pretended to be happy when you saw them coming back. Max had gotten so used to your presence that you had become invisible to his eyes. You were just a friend to him.

In part, it was no surprise that Max had proposed to his partner. You had assumed that sooner or later the relationship was going to become much stronger. Still, you didn’t expect to do it so soon.

"Are you there?"

"Oh, yes, Max. I’m sorry." You swallowed saliva. "I’m happy for you."

When you closed your eyes, it didn’t seem right. Max didn’t have to marry her. It wasn’t the way it should have been.

Seven months later and after much anxiety on your part, it was finally the wedding day. You had hesitated to go, mainly because your invitation had rarely never arrived. Max wasn’t aware of the way the bride had excluded you, and you hadn’t told him either. Daniel was the one who insisted multiple times on going together. In his company you had reached the beautiful place where Max was going to get married, and your eyes connected with the rest of the guests. The bride’s family were dressed in pastel.

"When the priest says speak now or forever hold your peace you have to appear abruptly and say that he is your man. Wave me down a little early so I can get my cell phone and record it." Danny joked, although it wasn’t really being a total joke, a small part of him expected the ceremony to be canceled. You denied with your head.

"I’ll behave myself, it’s Max’s day."

Daniel let out a sigh.

"I’ll go get alcohol, we need it a lot."

As the Australian disappeared from your sight, you were left alone, looking everywhere. You could feel curious looks on you. Some of the bride’s friends looked at you with raised eyebrows, while whispering among them. Barely five minutes passed, when two of them decided to come over to talk to you.

"I didn’t know you were invited," said the first.

"If I remember correctly, the bride didn’t invite you."

To save you, Daniel returned to your side, with two glasses of some liquid. The girls came back with their friends' group and your friend offered you a drink.

"You need it more than I do."

You hadn’t seen Max yet and you wanted to cry. So you got the drink and tasted the alcohol in your lips. You were just gonna have a drink, you didn’t want to be a sad drunk that day. You’d save the tears for later, when you were in the privacy of your home.

"Why do I feel like I’m being practically kicked out of here? I know I wasn’t invited, but I don’t have to be treated like I broke in either."

"The thing is, it’s painful to see the person you love marry someone else. It’s obvious how you feel about Max and nobody expected you to actually decide to come here."

"He’s my best friend, as much as it hurts, I want to see him happy."

"Even when he's happy with someone else?"

You nodded, "Even to someone other than me."

Daniel Ricciardo shook his head, "I’m told Max is nervous. I think it would do him good to talk to you. You’re the only one who knows how to calm him when he’s like this."

After a bad race, you were always there to have a conversation with him. Max Verstappen was a self-confident person, but he also got easily mad when things didn’t go the way he had planned. There was a lot of pressure on him to do his best. Even when you weren’t in the same country as him, one phone call from you was enough to get him in a better mood.

You nodded and went to where Max was supposedly to be. You knocked on the door and took a breath, that’s when you heard his voice saying you could pass. The vision completely shattered you. Max was wearing a black suit, one that fit him perfectly. He was even more beautiful than usual, he was the perfect groom. It was just a few minutes before he went out and tied himself up for the rest of his life with another woman. Realization caused you a new wound in your heart.

"Max."

"Here you are, lieverd. I’ve been looking for you for hours."

He came practically running to your side and melted you into a hug. Having him around and at the same time so far away, you ended up breaking. You started shaking and crying in his arms, it was impossible to hold him much longer. Max finally heard your sobs and noticed your tremor, his concern grew.

"What's wrong?"

When you didn’t answer, he took you by the face and your eyes met.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

It was too late. You couldn’t say you loved him, it was his wedding. You wanted to oppose it, you wanted to yell at the priest that they couldn’t get married. That Max was marrying the wrong girl. Yet you couldn’t do it. You loved him enough to want him to be happy.

You shook your head, "I’m sorry, Max. I have to go, I just... I hope you're happy."

"Wait!"

You ignored him and ran as fast as you could, away from him. You found an empty room and with the curtains closed, the atmosphere of the room seemed dull and melancholy. You knelt on the floor and allowed yourself to cry. It didn’t matter anymore, the person you loved the most in your life was going to marry someone else. After months of waiting, Max was going to say yes in a few minutes.

"Lieverd."

"Don’t call me that."

You didn’t know when he had gotten to where you were. Not caring about the dust in the room, he knelt on the floor next to you. His suit was going to be ruined because of you.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you running? Why are you crying?"

You looked at him, "Don’t tell me you don’t know, Max. Everybody knows."

"Knows what?"

"I’m in love with you and it hurts so much."

Max was puzzled by your statement. Hell, you thought, why did you have to talk? Couldn’t you have waited, or at least shut up for the rest of your life?

"Look, I know I’m being selfish and it wasn’t the way this day was supposed to be. It’s your day, it’s your wedding and you just have to be focused on your wife-to-be."

"Are you in love with me?"

"Max..."

"Answer."

Max held his breath and so did you. There was no room for lies.

"Yes, I am. I have loved you for years."

"And why didn’t you ever tell me?"

"Because I know you don’t feel the same way, and I understand. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend, and I certainly didn’t want you looking at me like you are now." you closed your eyes and opened them again, Max was looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with. "It doesn’t matter anymore, it doesn’t change anything. Nothing’s gonna change, telling you just made everything worse."

"Since when do you feel this?”

"Max..." his gaze let you know that he needed you to answer his question. "I’ve loved you since we met, and I think the most tragic part about this is that I don’t think I can stop even if I wanted to."

There was a prolonged silence. You let out a sigh, you had ruined everything.

"I’m sorry, Max. I’m sorry for everything, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again."

Max stopped you before you could get up, his hand held yours in a strong grip. You could feel the warmth of his hand and you could almost hear your own heartbeat.

"No, don’t go away."

"Max."

"What makes you think I don’t feel the same way about you? What makes you think I’m happily marrying her?

"You’re not happy? I don’t understand... it’s your marriage, you and her—"

"Stop, listen to me. I know that I was supposed to marry her, I’ve thought several times about what was supposed to be best for me. I thought I loved her and she was the one... but I can’t stop thinking about you. Funny, isn’t it? Because while I’m thinking about you, she doesn’t even occupy even a fraction of my mind. While I have been waiting in that room, I have thought of everything."

"I know now she’s not the woman I want to marry, that’s you. It’s always been you. And now that you’re saying this, that you’re in love with me- I can’t know that the woman I’m in love with also feels the same way about me, and that with my decision I’m breaking her heart."

You couldn’t understand anything that was going on. It almost seemed like a dream, finally someone seemed to hear your prayers.

"But you’re going to marry her, she’s waiting for you. The guests..."

"I don’t care about anyone, I only care about you. I love you. Only you."

You smiled, "Max, are you sure?"

"I am."

And saying that, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you. It was the first kiss, his lips felt exactly as you had dreamed. It was a sweet and desperate kiss, two lovers who despite the tragic events they had experienced, finally let their hearts be heard. You couldn’t believe it, Max felt the same. You grabbed him harder, never wanting him to separate from you. You wanted the moment to last a lifetime, because you had never been happier. When you walked away, you smiled at him and his eyes shone.

"I love you, Lieverd."

Just a couple of minutes later, Daniel helped the two of you escape from the horrified looks from everyone in the room.

[12-seconds-to-live]

Laniel.jpg and Charlotte

Pairing: DR3 x LN4 x F1 female driver

Warnings: none, just my happiness with Daniel and Lando

NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL 1 @15:20

"You look cute today" I stop looking to my phone to look at Lando. Well, that's new

"You say it like it's weird of me using a dress"

"It is" He smiled

"I'm gonna ignore you from now on"

"It's not common, even when we go to parties you use jeans, so, I have a point"

"The real point here is that we are in the middle of the summer and if I put a raw egg on the floor it will cook"

"But what about the jet? It's going to be cold in there"

"I have my enchanté sweater" Lando made a loud gasp "It has cute peaches and it's purple"

"I sent you a full box of my merch last month, mean"

"Cry about it, Daniel thinks that I have a pretty face so everybody is going to see me in the new enchanté collection"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I asked him months ago, even I helped with the design of one of the pieces"

"Well, congratulations. You should look who's coming" I turn my head and a very smiley Daniel Ricciardo was walking to our direction

"You knew?"

"I invited him to flight with us, I know how important you were for him these moths away from racing so I..." I interrupted him with a hug and a kiss in the cheek

"You're the best, Norris" Lando didn't expect that reaction, now he can feel his cheeks burning

I got up and run to Daniel. After Silverstone, I decided to wait for Danny's test with Pirelli. After he finished a call from Helmut Marko was all we need to know that he got the seat for the rest of the season. Even if I have a good relationship with the australian, I organized a few days off with Lando, Max, Nyck, some frineds and myself to let Nyck know that we're his friends and friends support each other.

"It's been only a week, you know?" He said laughing

"I don't care, I'm happy. These past 7 months had been like going on a rollercoaster over and over again so, you know. Even if it's AlphaTauri, you have your way back home, you never left, you just have to travel the world over in search of what you need and then return to find it"

"I know Char and thank you for everything" His eyes got glossy so I hug him "Do you like my design?" He said ponting to his sweater

"No, it is..." I gasp

"Yes, kiddo. Tommorrow a million boys are going to see you wearing the new collection"

"Ha ha, funny, you know that I have my eyes on someone"

"Someone a bit brainless. Hey Lando, I guess you were waiting for me"

"Yeah, let's go"

Once in the airplane

"I have to say that this is a very important moment and pretty faces like yours should be able to broke the internet" I said taking Lando's camera and pinting to them "New wallpapers for your fans"

They looked at each other and start with their goofiness and well... I guess they really missed each other. Maybe Carlos and I have competition.

"We are pretty good looking guys, you know?" Daniel said with a smile on his face

"Even you could use us as your wallpaper" said Lando

"Good offer but nothing can beat my photo with Tom Holland" I said with a side smile and ready to take a nap before we arrive in Budapest

"When are you gonna tell her how you feel?" asked Daniel looking at Lando

"I don't know what are you talking about" he answer looking at the mirror

"Kids, always scared of love"

DRIVE TO SURVIVE EP.4 S.6 NICE GUYS ALWAYS COME BACK

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hi Netflix, can I have some tea? I been walking around doing interviews and stuff and I couldn't finish my lunch"

"Sure, mint?"

"Yes, please" I smile to the interviewer "We can't start, I'll wait for the tea"

"Ok, what were you doing when the news drop?"

"Oh, ha ha, I was with the main character. I can do anything, even work as emotional supporter, PR, car mechanic, you know" one member of the staff approached me with the cup of tea "Thank you"

"How do you feel about this?"

I made a pause thinking and trying not to burn my lips "I think that this a great moment to tell you what happen after Abu Dabi. Well, I sign my contract with McLaren, I was feeling bad about the decision, just for Danny and I spent the night with him and his girlfriend just talking and at some point we got more serious and I just told him and without knowing about Red Bull: What is a home if not the first place you learn yo run from?"

I smiled to the camera "Then he told me about the third driver offer and I felt different, by the time he leave in 2018 I guess that he felt that he was destroying everything and he just needed to slip quietly to the back door without causing to much noise and then not stop running. And maybe that was he needed more than what he really wanted, let go the feeling of wanted to go back and remember what you once had and what you once where "

"But then I told him that it's funny that the feeling of leave home and being far away make us wander our choices but for Danny is something else. He's back home and ready to no longer remember which tale of his past is true and which is an invention. Outside he's the same on the inside he's the same kid that leave Australia looking for a dream"

"I guess he's your favourite person between the drivers" asked the producer

"No, Daniel is my brother and I know he feels the same about me"

📍Budapest

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user1 ARE YOU KIDDING ME. STOP THIS CUTENESS

f1mia need a landan.jpg account plz

charlotterjones This is a piece of art ❤️

landonorris including the photographer danielricciardo our favourite girl

user2 "dude we’re getting the band back together״

user3 we missed daniel button --->

I got inspired! This little story is linked with my current story called (Un)Lost

Hope you like it!

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[lilyrizzy]

jealous max who won’t let himself come off jealous but failing my beloved… an essential headcanon in these times lol. also reassuring daniel…

"You are still coming to Monaco, yes?"

It's the third time in just as many days that Max has asked him this. Over phonecalls that he initiated too. It's- Strange. Normally, getting ahold of him while they're in different places is impossible. Daniel once downloaded fucking discord in a desperate attempt to check his boyfriend really was just too busy on the sim and not like, dying in some corner of their apartment.

"Max, of course I am coming," Daniel tells him. For the third time. Then, because hopefully it will remind Max that he can't exactly get out of it- "It's in my contract, remember?"

Instead of the reasuring 'of course,' Daniel is expecting, followed by a mile a minute play-by-play of his charity race on Sunday, there's silence.

Or, at least no words from Max's mouth. Daniel can hear him breathing, the soft drag and drop of air, the rustling of sheets. It's easy then for Daniel to picture him shifting in their bed, and the familiar ache of missing him blooms in his chest.

"Maxy?"

"You can, of course, probably get out of it," Max says after another pause, voice casual in a way Daniel knows him well enough to have nicknamed his 'fuck the media' voice.

Why do you think you have crashed so many times this year, Max?

"Why would I do that?" Daniel asks with a startled laugh. Then, "come on, don't you miss me?"

Their joke that never quite felt it, not when Daniel has had so many things to miss over the last few years. Max, when they're apart. Family. Driving. The version of himself he used to see mirrored in Max's eyes as he watched Daniel climb up onto that top step.

It's even less funny now, when Max asks like he really is uncertain, "I don't know. Do you miss me?"

"Of course I do, baby," Daniel insists, sitting up from where he's been sprawled out on his back, the shitty pillows of the hotel bed too hard. He doesn't know where this is going, but he knows it's nowhere good.

There's more quiet, just the sound of Max wriggling. If Daniel was there, he could roll himself into Max's lap, hold his wrists above his head. Kiss him, tell him he's not letting him go until he turns that frown upside down.

Over the phone, all he can do is wait. Say his name again, until-

"You just- With Scotty, I think you have more fun. Than with me."

Max's voice is small, but his words knock the breath from Daniel's chest.

"Max," is all he can croak out for a moment, unsure of how to fix this.

Clutting the phone harder with one hand, his other comes stupidly to his mouth, knawing. In his mind, he tries to retrace his steps, to work out how they got here, but he knows he and Scotty have been hanging out a lot. And-

And there's some truth to it, Daniel can't lie. It's just not in the way Max thinks. It's not a question of fun, more-

"Sometimes, I just need- I don't know baby, to get away from it all," he rushes to explain around his bleeding nail bed, hating that all has to mean Max too. "The reminders that I'm not driving. That- That I failed."

Scotty is good for talking about everything but. His one good friend that never came with him to every fucking race, wasn't employed because of his career. Didn't see every crack, tear and scream that way Michael, Blake, Max did.

Somebody he can still be Danny Ric with, when he's sick of being Daniel Ricciardo, washed up and left out to dry.

"You did not fail," Max says, petulant, and Daniel doesn't deserve the smile he can't quite bite back, the way Max defends him even against himself. "You- I love you. I do not want to be something you need to run away from. It- It frightens me, feeling not so close."

Daniel is such a cunt.

"We are close," he insists, desperate, because they have to be. This can't be another thing he loses. "We- I'm going to get in the car and drive home right now, and show you how close we are. I'm going lie on top of you, squash you until we become one person, I- Fuck, Maxy, I'm sorry. I love you too, you- You know that, right, that I love you?"

To his relief, Max lets out a noise that's close to laugh, though it sounds wet like he's crying and Daniel wants to wring his own neck.

Instead, he gets up and starts packing.

"Yes?" Max says, checking. "Even if I remind you of all the bad things."

Daniel shakes his head though Max can't see, pausing where he'd been shoving his wallet into his pocket.

"Maxy, you are all champagne showers," he promises, and sometimes he can lie when he's sure that one day soon it will be the truth. "Champagne showers and Monday lie-ins. Just- Fuck it, I'll drive back in my PJ's, just give me a few hours, yeah?"

"You are coming home?" Max asks, hopeful through his tears.

Daniel so badly wants to kiss him.

"Yeah, baby, I'm coming home."

[nonstoplover]

fake or not fake ~ daniel ricciardo (dr3)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: a prank in a bar by his friends, then some slight embarrassment, that might just lead to something bigger and better.

words: 2.8K

warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking, and fluff. just fluff.

a/n: no, i did not get the inspo for this from narcos 1x1... lmao. i haven't even watched more episodes (at least not yet) but that scene just got stuck in my head. so credit goes to screenwriters of narcos i guess.

and you know that i just had to write something ahead of this very emotional weekend. i'm not ready btw. (i'm gonna miss you so much, sv5 and dr3, i don't know what i will do after sunday. f1 will never be the same without the two of you.)

reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!

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"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Sebastian asks, leaning back in the booth, his eyes glancing back and forth from the bar counter – or more specifically the two girls sitting there – to his friends-slash-colleagues sitting opposite him.

"When do any of his ideas turn out to be good?" Lewis lets out a chuckle, earning a light punch in the shoulder from George along with an exclaimed, huffish hey.

"It's going to be alright, don't worry. Danny can take a joke," George says in defence of his idea he just announced to the other two a minute ago. "And by the way, that girl is one hundred percent his type. He won't mind."

As if he was summoned by the mention of his name, Daniel appears in their sight on his way back from the bathroom, a spring in his step as his head slightly moves around to the beat of the song playing.

"Okay, let's do this," Seb mumbles, all three pairs of eyes trained on their fellow driver as he approaches.

"What's up, guys, why are you all silent? Does the conversation just die when I'm not around?"

Daniel chuckles at his joke, and Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes whilst scooting a bit further inside the booth to let his friend sit down comfortably. "Yeah, sure."

The chat between them sparks up again, just as light and fun as it was before – and as it always has been in their group. The perfect way to let go of all the tension of the racing season. They were lucky to have a free Monday evening after another race weekend.

Not many minutes pass though before George quickly glances at Seb with a mischievous glint in his eyes, then turning his attention to the victim he's chosen for his newest prank.

"Actually, D, while you were coming back, that girl at the bar just couldn't keep her eyes off you," he nods with his chin, pointing in the two girls' direction.

"She was full-on checking out your ass, too," Lewis adds, voice slightly shaky from the laughter he truly struggles to hold back now – luckily only Seb knows him and his voice enough to notice it, but he still kicks the Brit gently and noiselessly under the table. If they're really going to do this prank, they can't have Lewis blowing it before anything happens.

Daniel turns his head slowly and as casually as he can manage, to catch a look at the mentioned girl. "Which one?"

"(y/h/c) hair, dark blue top, sitting with her friend."

"You kiddin'."

"Why would I? I'm just informing you, thought you might appreciate it," George shrugs, and Seb has to admit to himself that the kid is a way better actor than he'd expected him to be.

After turning towards the counter as well – as if he'd never seen the girl before and he's just checking who the two Brits were talking about –, the German gently pushes Danny's shoulder with his own. "You should go for it."

"I don't know, man, I'm here to spend time with you, not with some random girl."

"Oh, come on, you'll have dozens of nights like this with us, and this girl, you might never see her again," Seb can feel himself get more and more into this joke as time passes. "Don't tell me you'd actually give up an opportunity like this."

"I agree," Lewis chimes in. "You prefer our boring faces instead of that girl?"

"I know that she's your type, Danny, just man up and go get her," George delivers the final push.

"Fuck it, I'm going."

With that Daniel gets to his feet, wiping his palms swiftly on the jeans hugging his thighs. A look back at his friends – catching the sight of a thumbs up from Seb – and he's off. Calculated, confident steps take him to the counter, where he immediately goes for it, without a second thought, leaning against the wooden furniture right next to the girl.

She momentarily glances at him, a little disturbed by the sudden appearance of someone next to her, so close that she can the body heat radiating off him. There's plenty of room on his other side, he could've easily stopped a bit further away, a bit less in her personal space, she thinks to herself somewhat irritated, but she doesn't want anything to ruin her night, so she leaves it without any comment said to the man.

But then the next second Daniel leans forward, trying to catch her eye. His signature smile – the more flirtatious version – is playing on his lips, with words spilling from them, and it's painfully obvious they're directed at her. "How're you doing?"

With a sigh, (y/n) half turns away from her best friend, casting bored eyes at the man. "Busy," she replies, "and having a great time with my friend."

The unspoken continuation of the sentence hangs in the air, unmistakable even to Daniel. 'And you're ruining it right now.'

Confusion fills his mind, the smile slowly fading from his face as she turns away and he leans back. If she was checking him out, what is going on now? Why does she seem so fed up with him? Did he do something wrong? Insecurity kicks in, and his eyes flicker back towards his friends.

George is doubled over, his whole upper body shaking with laughter, Lewis is shaking his head with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, and Seb obviously tries to hide himself, sliding down in his seat in the booth until only small parts of him are visible, but it's still clear he's laughing away as well.

'I know she's your type, Danny.'

'You should go for it.'

Their words are on swift repeat inside his mind, and suddenly everything makes sense. It was a stupid prank. Shaking his head in disbelief and biting on the inside of his cheek to stop the surprised chuckle threatening to escape, Daniel wonders which one of the three originally came up with it. He'll have to find a way to get revenge for this.

Oh, the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

His eyes move back to the girl as he slowly pushes himself away from the counter in order to saunter back to their booth. He mentally debates apologising for being so straight-forward. After all, she must think he's some total creep now, being so pushy even though she never expressed even a tiny piece of interest in him.

But then the perfect idea forms in his mind, and another quick look at the three drivers and how they're still enjoying themselves over there confirms to him that it's the best thing he could ever come up with. It's already somewhat a revenge in itself, and there's no way he'd back down from a challenge.

So after that one first step taken away from the two girls, he turns right back around and leans in once more. He can clearly see the frustration in her eyes now, but even that doesn't stop him this time. If she just listens to him this once, she will never see him again, and all her frustration can go away.

"Yes?" (y/n) asks impatiently.

"I'm sorry, we got off to a bad start–"

"You don't say," she mumbles, interrupting him.

"–but if you look to the side you can see three guys in that booth laughing." Daniel waits for her to do as he told, and a long second later she rolls her eyes and with another sigh turns her head. "They are my friends, and they thought it would be funny to make me come here by telling me you were checking me – and my ass if we're tryna be exact – out before. But I mean, who'd check out a race driver's ass?"

"You're a race driver?" (y/n) asks back with the first thing that comes to her head. She's still trying to comprehend the story he's told her.

"I am."

"Nascar?" (y/f/n) chimes in, leaning closer to the two, and Daniel spares a glance at her, only for his mind to conclude that her friend has nothing on her, she really is one of the most gorgeous women he's ever had the pleasure to see.

(y/n)'s lips momentarily pull into a grimace at her friend's intervention, and he catches it just before it disappears. She probably doesn't like Nascar then.

"Nah, Formula One actually," he replies, curiously waiting to see if it triggers the same reaction from her. Nothing happens, to his great relief.

"So that's why he's moving in so fast," her best friend chuckles in the background, eliciting a giggle from her.

"Be careful, (y/f/n), or he'll move so fast by you that you'll get whiplash," she can't help but add jokingly, her eyes swiftly moving along his body. She has to admit, the man actually looks quite attractive.

Daniel shakes his head at their antics, before determinedly going back to his mission.

"Listen, if you could help me out, I'd be forever grateful. I would offer to buy you two a drink, but that might come off as flirting again and I don't want to make you more uncomfortable, so you have to make do with knowing I'm grateful."

"What do you want me to do?" (y/n) squints her eyes, turning more serious as she waits to hear his plan.

"Give me your number."

She raises an eyebrow in surprise. It wasn't what she expected. That she can easily do. "Is a fake number good enough for you?"

"As long as you give me anything I can show them, I'm okay with it," Daniel shrugs.

"Fine," another sigh escapes her lung, holding her hand out towards him in the air, palm facing up, waiting for his phone.

His eyes light up, and he scrambles to pull the device out of his back pocket, unlocking it on the way before placing it in her palm. She deliberately turns her body a bit so that his friends can definitely see her typing away on his phone, before handing it back to him.

"Here you go."

"Thanks, and sorry for bothering," Danny flashes a wide grin towards her, showcasing all his shining, pearly white teeth to her, before wheeling round and making his way back towards the booth.

(y/n) shakes her head, still not being able to fully comprehend the situation. "Why did you let him go like that? He was actually so hot," (y/f/n) scolds her, shoulders bumping into hers as she watches him retreat from the corner of her eyes.

"Who said I did?" (y/n) replies, her voice a bit dreamy and distant.

"What?" her friend lets out a laugh in disbelief. "You gave him your real number, didn't you?"

"I might have," she shrugs, turning back towards the counter.

"And what if he doesn't realise this? I mean, you did in fact tell him it's fake."

"Then it's his problem. It was worth the risk," with a giggle into her glass she takes a sip of her drink. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol already in her system that made her decide on such a crazy thing. "I didn't want to make it so easy for him."

"I can't decide if you're a genius or an idiot."

They burst out laughing at the same time. Whatever happens, this will be a fun story to tell in the future, she decides. What she doesn't know is that the attractive guy has turned in his seat at that very moment, hearing her laughter even through all the noise of the bar, and is now watching her with happy amusement.

When Daniel arrives back at their booth, the first thing he does is to lean in above the table and smack the back of George's head. "I know it was your idea, Russell George."

"What? Why?" the younger Brit exclaims, rubbing the skin where Danny's hand made a contact. He's still unable to stop chuckling though.

"Lewis is too nice for it, and Seb is not cruel enough."

Sitting down in his seat, shaking his head, Daniel casts a look on all three of his friends that's meant to be reprimanding but only comes off as funny, especially when it comes to the two older drivers. All four of them are simply grinning wide in the end.

And in the middle of the just setting, temporary silence, the Aussie places his unlocked phone on the middle of the table. "But your plan didn't work out quite how you thought, did it?"

He leans back and watches joyously as the three move closer, feeling oh so satisfied to see the shock settling on their faces.

"That's her number, idiots."

"What?" Daniel can hear George's mumbled disbelieving, probably rhetorical question, which only fuels his satisfaction.

"That's how you do it. Next time, watch and learn instead of laughing your asses off."

A couple hours later Danny arrives back to his hotel room, and flopping down on his bed pulls out his phone to scroll on social media for a while, not in the mood to go to sleep just yet. It was such a nice night, he wants to enjoy the content feeling buzzing in his body a little more.

As his phone unlocks, his eyes fall on the saved newest contact. He's totally forgotten about her – how could he? He forgot how he locked his phone right away after showing her number to the other three drivers, and didn't use the device again until now.

But now her number and name are right there, in front of his eyes, and he can't help but think back to those breathtaking (y/e/c) eyes. He wishes he could see them again.

His finger hovers above the call button before his mind can catch up to his actions, but freezes just in that very moment. She gave you a fake number, his mind tells him.

Yeah, but what if she didn't? What's the worst that can happen? He wakes some old grandpa up in the middle of nowhere. And so what?

So in the next moment, when his finger moves again, Daniel doesn't stop himself, and lets the skin on the pad of his finger press onto the screen. It rings six times, and he's close to giving up and just ending the call when someone finally answers.

With bated breath he waits, his nerves tickling, muscles tense as he's laying on the soft mattress.

"Hello?"

He immediately recognises the voice. It's her.

"So it wasn't a fake after all," he can't help but smirk to himself.

"No, it wasn't," she replies, and Danny can basically hear how she rolls her eyes playfully at him.

"Why'd you say it was fake then?"

"Wanted you to figure it out yourself."

"You give me way too much credit if you think I'm that clever," he chuckles.

(y/n) giggles, her heart fluttering in her chest. She'd been waiting for him to call, but slowly started giving up hope he actually would. And now she's actually talking with him.

"I thought you'd like a challenge, Mr Race Driver."

"Oh, I did."

A second or two passes in silence, both just contently breathing, happy that they didn't lose this opportunity, to speak to the other again.

"I'm Daniel, by the way," he speaks up again, just wanting to hear her voice again, more than anything else.

"I know. I looked you up in Google," she admits.

"Did you?" Daniel bursts out laughing. (y/n) joins him a moment later, and he swears there are butterflies in his stomach and chest by the sound.

When they calm back down, it's her turn to break the sudden quiet. "I'm (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you, (y/n)," he speaks her name slowly, carefully, rolling it around his tongue, trying to get a taste of how it feels to say it. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

"You too, Daniel." Her voice is soft, so soft he could fall asleep just listening to her – especially if she says his name. It's like being in heaven.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Wow, you really don't wait around a lot," and just like that, he earned another chuckle from her.

"I'm leaving town two days from now, that's the reason." He shrugs, even though he knows she can't see him.

"Oh." A long pause, one that scares Daniel for a moment that his previous announcement scared the girl. "I'm free in the afternoon actually," she adds then, and he's back to grinning with that signature, teeth-flashing smile.

"Good."

What has she gotten herself into?, she can't help but think as her heart beats rapidly in her chest and in her throat.

She doesn't know the answer, not just yet, but she can feel that it's going to be one hell of a wonderful adventure.

.::the end::.

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Here's my little drabble for you my dear 🌷 anon. I hope you like it!

"Fuckin' embarassing being bossed around by a kid" "I know. Do ya think he's actually smart or is he the bosses kid they keep around cause they have to?" Max hadn't been paying attention to the other officers until now. He had been reviewing the evidence, going over the interview notes from the Behaviour Analysis Unit who had landed forty-eight hours ago, and looking for old cases that might match with the killer they were dealing with. This was one of the biggest cases of his career, and he wanted it solved before someone else got hurt. The number of victims was already too high for his liking and every minute wasted put yet another person in danger so he didn't understand how the others could be standing around bad-mouthing someone who had come to help them. "Do you think they keep him around cause he's pretty?" "Maybe we should ask them to lend him to....", one of the snickered before they moved out of sight, "Hey, kid, how about you-" Max felt his fist clench as he stood up. He was ready to jump in and shut them down hard. His teeth were achin with how hard he was clenching his jaw when he turned around, but he never got the chance to say a word because the detective that had been talking was on the ground, grunting in pain. Lando, the youngest member of Kimi's team, was standing above the detective. He didn't even look bothered by the fact that he was holding the other man's wrist in a way that had driven a man twice his size to his knees. "Don't touch me", Lando stated softly as if he was bored, an eyebrow raised, "I don't like being touched, and honestly, you should know to keep your hands to yoursel at your age, especially considering the ring on your finger, but I'm going to guess it's for show since your wife left you two months ago" The detective was spluttering. His face red with embarrasment but Lando was right. It was one of the worst kept secrets in the bullpen that Heinz was being divorced. Max, personally, knew it was to do with sex workers because he had been the one to bust him the last time for it but the brass were arguing with the union so he was allowed to keep working the desk. Lando was looking at him with nothing on his face, just studying the man before him as another member of their team stood behind him. Daniel Ricciardo had a bright smile, it was the first thing Max had noticed about him, but right now he made an intimidating force standing behind Lando with a glare and his arms crossed. "I'm going to let you go, and you are not going to come near me or my team unless Detecctive Verstappen orders it, okay?", Lando said calmly, almost sounding bored and not even looking at Heinz. He was looking at the map they had pinned up on a board, squitning a little behind his glasses as he tilted his, "Hey, Vettel? I think I found a pattern to make a potential geographical profile...." With that, Lando let go of Heinz and didn't give him a second glance. Daniel lingered as Lando stepped over to their second in comment, pointing to various places on the map and muttering too low for Max to hear. "Heinz, get up and pack up", Max called out, crossing his own arms as he looked at the other detecitve in disgust, "You were warned by the Chief. Pack up for the day and expect a call from HR and the Chief" As he spoke, Max met Lando's gaze and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them. It felt as if there was no one else in the room, just them, and then Lando cracked a small, shy smile as he ducked his head and Max felt something in his chest ache before he looked away.

[userblaney]

welcome to my blog, it is terrible! this is a very detailed about me which is too long to pin because i talk too much x

general

new adult and i want to go back. i use he/they/she pronouns and my gender can be likened to the properties of gallium. don't ask because i'm not sure either. also bisexual as fuck! born and raised welsh raaahhh but my parents are bangladeshi so. banglawelshi x

motorsports

formula one

just to preface, i don't currently hate any driver on the grid right now but not the biggest fan of pierre gasly and nico hulkenberg and on the fence about charles leclerc (you won't see hate though, don't worry). my current drivers are: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, fernando alonso, valtteri bottas and kevin magnussen. teams are a little more complicated but i basically root for alphatauri, alfa romeo and red bull racing. in terms of ex-f1 drivers/retirees i love jenson button, sebastian vettel, antonio giovinazzi, and nyck de vries.

nascar

its funny how the world works because if you'd have told me last year i'd be a full nascar blog i'd probably laugh in your face but alas, here we are. as if it wasn't obvious enough, my favourite driver is ryan blaney! i like him. a lot. i also root for chase elliott, bubba wallace, brad keselowski, austin cindric, john hunter nemechek, martin truex jr., joey logano and chris buescher, but ignoring kyle larson and noah gragson, i'm okay with most of the drivers. in a (parasocial) love-hate relationship with denny hamlin. of course i'm a hardcore team penske fan but i'm also partial to rfk and 23xi on occasion. huge on jimmie johnson, dale earnhardt jr., kevin harvick, jeff gordon, and kasey kahne too but of course they aren't on the grid.

indycar

my favourite unserious single seater racing series! its an absolute miracle that i hold no disdain against any of the drivers (bar romain grosjean—its a tad complicated. and also goes without saying. fuck santino ferrucci) of course like i said. i'm a penske boy through and through, but i'm partial to a bit of rll on occasion. josef newgarden, will power and scott mclaughlin are my main guys but i'm also attached to alex rossi, graham rahal, kyle kirkwood, scott dixon, pato o'ward and christian lundgaard like a leech. gargantuan enjoyer of dario franchitti, helio castroneves and simon pagenaud too.

motogp

i don't watch it as much as i'd like to but i do plan on doing so going into the next season. am very basic so fabio quartararo, marco bezzecchi, marc marquez and enea bastianini are my riders. partial to a bit of luca marini and pecco bagnaia too. also i'm literally valentino rossi in real life so like. you can't say shit x

other sports

plan on expanding this list this year possibly but i'm not sure. we'll see!

football

am a liverpool girlie (gn) through and through so thats who you'll see most of, but i will admit i do follow nottm forest and watch a couple games here and there (as a guilty pleasure okay?! they are fun to watch). i've also managed to become extremely attached to a couple players from both teams. said players being mo salah, andy robertson, darwin nunez, dominik szoboszlai, alisson becker, neco williams, jesse lingard, brennan johnson. also being welsh, i support the welsh national team until they're booted from the competition in which case i'll support the netherlands. england is my last resort x

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am a very random blog so don't except any consistency in anything whatsoever. i also reblog a lot of animal content and expect chicken content! i have 6 hens all of which i love very much. and just in general! expect a lot of random things on this blog! i am a very all-over-the-place person!

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tv shows

not the biggest tv show watcher if i'm being honest, had a brief moment with criminal minds but i only got up to season 5. lord knows when i'll pick it up again. huge top gear fan but unfortunately i have beef with jeremy clarkson so i like flop gear. am also currently watching it's always sunny in philadelphia so we'll see where that leads me. also i have yet to watch a full episode of drive to survive. STREAM NASCAR: full speed ON NETFLIX NOW

movies

again, not the biggest movie watcher but obviously am huge on cars and turbo. also big on talladega nights and then my personal favourite film of all time is brokeback mountain so expect an occasional ennis del mar or jack twist on your dash every now and again.

music

am a big oasis enjoyer and gang of youths superfan (0.001% top listener in 2023 💪💪) as well as huge on sam fender and uhh. central cee. also an abel tesfaye girlie i won't lie. um also lord huron and noah kahan and hozier. but my aforementioned nascar hyperfixation has led me into the beautiful world of country. if you dunk on it fuck you and god bless tyler childers

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The Handsome Artist. 3 (Daniel Ricciardo)

Mark your skin. Abigail finally gets her ivy.

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Previous part: Just checking.

Notes: things will start getting interesting, I promise. Finally, the tattoo chapter. We could say everything starts here.

Warning: mentions of needles.

I had been there for ten minutes. Molly said she would show up. But she didn't. I had my phone in hand and my foot was taping the floor. I was feeling something on my chest. Nerves? Anxiety?

I heard the door opening on my right and a deep voice laughing. With Daniel, a broad tall man, who look like the leader of a weird cult, was laughing hard with his arm covered in plastic. That was the big piece he had before me.

On Friday morning, he had already texted me.

Daniel Ricciardo: I have some free time for you on Tuesday. Does 17.50 fit?

It had brought a smile to my face. I wanted the tattoo already. I couldn't wait to see it.

Me: wow, so fast. It's perfect. Thanks xx.

And there I was. His eyes fell on me and he smiled.

"Give me a second, okay?"

You nodded with a shy smile.

"So you are going to see Daniel. Half naked?"

"That's why I need you there, Molls"

"I will go. But don't expect me to be there every time you get naked in front of a guy."

And she hadn't arrived yet. The nerves were getting bigger on my belly.

I saw how the weird man payed Daniel, how they chatted for a bit and talked about how the big man should take care of the tattoo.

"See you, mate. If you have any problem, you know where to find me!"

Daniel walked the man to the door and then locked it.

"You should have heard him whimper" He chuckled.

"It doesn't help" I whispered with a smile.

"Don't worry, Abi. I'll be careful"

Abi, Abi, Abi.

My heart was beating fast but I didn't even know why.

"Come with me."

I got up and followed him, texting Molly at the same time.

Me: you are the worst.

She was obsessed with Daniel. She wanted me to marry him and I was sure she had missed this on purpose.

Daniel closed the door when I came in and set the lock.

"Nobody will come uncalled." He gave me a smile. "Leave your stuff whenever you like, feel free".

I let my things next to the helmet in the table, which made me think. A motorbike. What kind? Was he one of those guys with fast bikes who passed you on the road? Or was he in one of those bands?

"Lady, sit here. Let's have a chat."

I sat where he told me and our knees touched.

"Are you nervous?" He said chuckling.

"Yeah" I smiled.

"Well, it's normal. Really. Just trust me. We can stop whenever you feel like."

I nodded. I was playing with my fingers.

Daniel showed me the drawing

"I'm gonna start with the lines. I will make the branch first and then the leaves. Only the shape of them. It will take a while and it's your first so... We will take it slow."

I swallowed.

"Then the color. It hurts less. I promise. It's a different kind of needle and the pain is not as intense. Same thing. We can stop. Also... If I finish the lines and you want to stop for today, it's okay too"

I bit my lip. Was he always like this? Had he told the big man the same thing?

"Tell me, are you still 100% sure?"

I laughed a bit and dried my palms on my trousers.

"Definitely. I'm excited"

"That's what I want to hear."

He patted my knee.

"Let's get to it then."

I bit my lip. What was I supposed to do?

He got up and walked around, grabbing stuff from drawers before sitting in front of me.

"Well, Abigail. Privacy is something we respect in Ham&Avo. This is for you. I can't work on this if you keep your bra on. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable,okay? This things are like stickers, completely healthy and clean. Just for you to cover yourself with them."

"Oh" I had wonder how we would do it. He had the answer there. "That's nice."

He laughed a bit and passed me the two envelopes.

"Thank you... Um..." I looked around. I had seen a toilet signal outside, should I go there?

"Upstairs." He pointed at the stairs. "Just close the curtain and get changed in there."

"Okay."

I climbed the stairs slowly under his gaze and he gave thumbs up before I closed the curtain. It was a tiny room, it only had a chair and shelves with books and folders, all tattoo ralated. There was also a metallic door, closed with a lock and with a Private Area sign. I wonder what was behind.

"Lady?" He asked from downstairs.

"Yes?"

"Rock folk for today?"

"Perfect!"

I bit down a smile. It was nice to find someone with the same taste of music as me. Molly and I were opposite.

I took my shirt and bra off and looked at the tiny mirror hanging in a wall. I took a deep breath. It had been a while since someone saw me like this.

It will be fine. He is doing his job. He seems to be a nice guy. He only had good words about this. You heard him.

I put those things over my nipples, leaving them completely covered. My breast were still naked, though. And I still felt a bit insecure.

I walked down with my shirt over my chest. He was cleaning the chair and had set a little cart next to it. He had everything ready.

"I'm back"

He looked up and smile.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah" I kind of lied my knees were shaking.

He moved around without getting up, pushing his stool with his feet. He took a paper and told me to get closer to him.

"I need you to uncover yourself, Abi"

I bit my lip.

"Yeah, obviously. Yeah."

He patiently waited for the long seconds it took me to decided.

Used to hungry and disgusting looks from men when I was in this state or similar, it hit hard when Daniel politely kept his eyes away from my chest.

"Come closer."

He had black gloves on and a bottle.

I wasn't ready for it. I almost pant when he pressed his hand on my skin. He was so careful and respectful. Really, it was unbelievable. His big hand moved around my breast with slow strokes.

"I'm cleaning the skin. It's important because the needle will open it. It would leave open wounds. The coolest, though. But it's important to clean it first."

"Okay..."

I put my hands behind my back and looked down. My bare chest was right in front the most attractive guy ever and I was on the verge of fainting.

"Abi..."

"Mhm"

"Don't be nervous" He laughed.

"Easy to say"

"You will love it. It's addictive"

He turned around and grabbed another bottle before putting the content on his fingers.

"This will help with the drawing. To plaster it in your skin."

I nodded.

He put the cold cream on me and massaged it softly.

"Good?" He asked looking up at me. Fuck...

I nodded with a smile and he turned again, taking the drawing.

"Okay. Ready? Let's see how this beauty looks on you."

"I'm ready"

The pressed the paper on my skin and made sure it was perfectly positioned. I stopped breathing when he gently pulled the paper.

"Fuck, yes. It's beautiful, Abigail" He gasped put of breath. "Turn around"

With his big hands on my hips, he made me turn and check myself on the mirror. I looked at my chest. He was right. The leaves curled around my breast and it was perfect.

"What do you say?" He said peeking from behind me. His warm hands were still on my hips and somehow they felt perfect on me.

"You are so talented, Daniel."

"Just wait and see the real thing" He gave me a cheeky smile that made me blush.

Soon I was laying on the chair, completely reclined. It was more like a bed now. He was on my side, my arm was weirdly hanging on one side, trapped between his chest and the leather. I was looking at the ceiling because he was way to close to look at him now and I was to nervous.

"Okay. Let's make a line and see how you feel"

The buzzing sound filled the room.

"3..2...1..."

I felt the needle on my skin and the vibrations on my ribcage. It burned.

"Fuck"

"Too bad?"

I shook my head.

"It's fine. I can take it"

"Brave girl. Just tell me if you need to stop"

"Understood"

I tried to get my mind of the feeling. I tried to pay more attention to his fingers than the needle. He was softly humming alongside some Mumford and Sons song.

"You have good skin"

I laughed a bit, trying to not move too much.

"That's weird"

He laughed too.

"Yeah, you are right. You just make the job easy." He said shooting a quick glance to my face.

"I'm glad"

Minutes passed and I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear him.

"I've done the circle. Let's get with the leaves."

I bit my lip. It was going fast.

"How would you describe the pain?"

"A scratch. A very deep one. Like when -ah" I closed my eyes and bit my lips. Suddenly, something had hurt more than before. "Fuck, that hurted" I whispered.

"Sorry. The angle I suppose. There is bone here" He gently tapped my ribs and when I looked down at him he was blushing. Cute.

"It's okay. I was caught off guard"

"Ready?"

"Go on"

He kept tattooing and humming with the music. He was so close I could see. The freckles on his nose, the softness of his curls, the bridge of his nose... He was beautiful.

"I can't do my job if you look at me like that, Abi"

I blushed and looked away, mh heart pounding on my chest. I was like a little girl.

"Relax..." He stroked my arm with his hand and then cleaned the ink from the tattoo.

"Yeah, sorry"

It tried to stay still, to not look at him and make him uncomfortable. He was just doing his job after all.

"You are behaving well. I like you, you are a good client" He muttered.

I was only able to nod, his words having a bigger effect than they should.

Time went by, the pain became a dull soreness, as if the skin had gone numb.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm good."

"You wanna stay here a bit more so I can add color?"

I bit my lip and nodded. His eyes darted to my mouth for a second before he looked away.

Danny POV.

Unfair. That's what it was. She had those brown eyes, big brown eyes. Her nose was straight and she had those perfect lips. Then she bit them and I almost scream.

Her body was warm under may hands, her skin was so perfect. Not only for working. She had little marks here and there, moles everywhere... It was the most difficult job I had done, not for the tattoo itself, but for Abigail, calm and breathing slowly, biting his finger once in a while. She was behaving perfectly, of course. But she was giving me those eyes. She was there half naked in my studio, being all cute and beautiful.

I looked at the work in front of me. The leaves curled perfectly and followed the curve of her breast. It looked really good on her. Just perfect.

"Okay... Last leaf."

She muttered a yes. She was nervous. I had caught her staring and I had to force myself to not react. To not lean and press my mouth on hers.

I made it carefully, not wanting to fuck up now. Not that I used to.

"Okay, Abi. I'm done with this. Do you trust me or want to check it before?"

"It's not like if your erase it if there was something wrong" She whispered half laughing.

Even her laugh was beautiful.

"Well, you are right. So... Let's get to it"

She was looking at the ceiling when I pressed the needle with the green ink. I felt her twich a bit and her hand fell to my shoulder.

Abigail POV.

I grabbed his shoulder hard.

"You said it hurts less"

"It usually does." He said stoping. "Is it really bad?"

I looked at him. It had been a bit worst. But I could take it, right?

"I-I think I can do it"

"Of course you do, you are doing well" Those praising words, accompanied by a little touch on my belly, mande my heart miss a beat.

He resumed his work and I tried to not flinch. It turns out that it took you longer with this. I saw him working with colors, checking the drawing and different images. At some point, he was so close, his whole forearm was on me. He felt warm and and let me grab his shoulder.

"You are doing so well. We are almost there... Last touches."

I closed my eyes. Yep, Jennifer needs to know about this.

Therapy was a way to recover from the last few years. Jennifer was helping me to be the old Abigail, or a new one. But a different Abigail than the one Arnie created. I didn't want to be scared anymore. I wanted to take my own decision, to do things I could have never imagined. So that's why I was here. I was getting a tattoo with the most handsome tattoo artist ever. He was making me dizzy and I didn't know if I was ready for all of this.

"Abi?"

I looked at him.

"I said we are done" He was trying to not laugh, his lips were pressed in a thin line. "Where were you, lady?"

I chuckled. "Not thinking about the pain"

"Oh honey, nothing of that. You did so good." He patted my tummy and leaned back on the chair. "Get up and check it"

I sat and looked down gasping when I saw what he had done.

"Oh God, Daniel."

"Let me help you"

I tried to ignore the fact that he had a hand on my waist to help me.

I was in front of the mirror, he was behind me and I was completely stunned. He had made it perfectly. Daniel Ricciardo was a fantastic tattoo artist.

"Oh Daniel, I love it"

He laughed. He was so happy he laughed and his smile was like the sun.

"I do like it a lot too. Thank you for choosing me"

"It wasn't me, it was Molly"

"Thank her for me please"

I laughed a bit and looked back at the tattoo.

"It's perfect."

"You were brave. I know it's painful. You did it well"

"You made it easy" I whispered and looked at him through the mirror.

"Let me clean it" He said with a tiny smile.

Like before, he sat on the stool and made me stand in front of him. He was even more careful than before. He put cream and cleaned it before talking a picture.

"With your permission, I will post it on Instagram"

"Okay" I smiled. He was proud of his work and it showed. So why would I take that from him.

"Let me cover and I will let you get dressed."

He covered it with plastic and was as careful as before. I was so surprised of his work, of the respect and how in any moment he made me felt like a piece of meat or something. Not even the doctor had treated me this well.

"Fine. I'll let you get dressed."

Soon I was behind the curtain, taking deep breath I got dressed. I had gotten a tattoo. And wow. What a experience.

When I came down, the door was opened and I heard Daniel outside. He was talking to Lewis in whispers.

"Oh, hey." Lewis saw me. "Daniel showed me. It's beautiful. Congratulations".

I smiled and walked to them.

"I did nothing. I just waited there"

"Abi, the guy before you almost cried." Daniel touched my shoulder.

"I'll let you guys"

Lweis went back to the studio and Daniel leaned on the counter.

"Well, miss Abi" He claped his hands. "It has been a pleasure to work for you. Really. I love the tattoo, you made it easy, you worked with me... So... For real and from the bottom of my heart. Ham&Avo's door will always be opened for you. I hope you come and let me mark your skin again."

I blushed at his little speach, walking a bit closer.

"Wow. Thank you, really. I was really comfortable the whole time. Painful but not as much as I thought. And really. You are amazing. It's beautiful."

He smiled and pulled a lollipop from a drawer.

"Wash the tattoo three times a day and... This cream. Please, no sun, no beach, no pool. Not until it's healed. Count a couple of weeks. Maybe three. Anything, any doubt, just come by or text."

He wave me the cream and the lollipop.

"Well... Now. The funny part." He laughed a bit and I rolled my eyes. "150 for you"

"For me? Tell me what it really is"

"200, but I won't take more than one fifty, lady."

"Daniel..." He couldn't do this, he didn't know me.

"No. I don't want to hear anything about it"

I sighed and looked at him. He was giving me his best puppy eyes.

"Okay..."

I paid him and he walked me to the door.

"Enjoy your new piece. You look beautiful on it"

"Thank you, really"

And for the third time, I left the parlor with a big smile on my face. He was different. A bit of a cliché, but I hadn't met anyone like him.

It was when I was cleaning the tattoo that night when Molly texted me.

Molly: someone was happy to work today.

A link to Instagram came with the message. I opened it.

@.ham&avotattoo: our last piece today, beautiful Argelian ivy for a woman of herself. Thank you for the patience, three appointments and two hours of laying in the studio. Enjoy it as much as Ric enjoyed working on it.

↪️@.mollyalberts: amazing, you are welcome Ric. I convinced her.

↪️@.hopper_abigail: thank you guys, Daniel is an amazing artist.

And third part done!! Hope you liked it!! All the love is appreciated, don't be shy and tell me what you think about this fic!

Also, all the pics are taken from pinterest, you can find them on the mood board.

Next part: Deep thinking.

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Stars and Migraines - Chapter five

Chapter five

Third person's POV

People. So many people. Attached to the barricades that separate the fans from the track.

Everyone's wearing his number, everyone's calling his name. Their eyes are filled with happiness, hope, expectations.

So many expectations.

An Australian driver, the Australian driver. The Australian Grand Prix. He is leading the Championship.

They're all waiting for him to win, to dominate, to live up to the hype.

Daniel's looking around, seeing everyone, noticing everything, signing whatever's in front of him as if he's on autopilot; Sydney's recommended smile always on display.

He's so scared.

He doesn't want to smile, he wants to hide. Suddenly Daniel wants to scoff at his past self, the one who worked his ass off to get here.

"Daniel, you're going to be awesome this weekend man." A fan says as Daniel signs his hat.

What's meant to be a compliment and give Daniel strength makes him want to turn around and start running. You're going to be awesome. But if he's not?

- - - -

Sydney's POV

The Australian Grand Prix.

Daniel's home race. His first as a Championship leader.

You can't walk ten meters without spotting someone proudly sporting his number; on t-shirts, caps, flags, on their skin even. The track is swamped with fans who are here to see the home town hero dominate another weekend and extend his much-deserved lead of the championship.

My heart warms at the sight of them. Walking a few steps behind Daniel, recording sweet interactions with fans, the crowd singing little songs about him. Daniel's smile is wider and brighter and honestly, I can't get enough of it.

Daniel's career hasn't been the best, mostly according to him. So seeing this, right now, makes me want to support him even more.

But there's still the matter of him unreasonably being an ass at any given point, which confuses me just a tad.

Now we're both quietly sitting in his driver's room, Daniel sitting on a chair waiting for Free Practice three with his eyes closed, steadily breathing in and out, and I'm going over some key points in Daniel's interviews from yesterday.

Yesterday. I don't even know how I managed to pull that off and not straight up attack him. He had the nerve to ask me about my request to move positions as if he didn't diminish my whole job's worth?

My blood boils only by the thought of that incident. So when he speaks up, I'm already worked up.

"Which team do you actually support?"

I can feel Daniel's eyes on me but I don't move mine from my tablet's screen, afraid I'm going to snap at him by the merest contact.

"McLaren." Quick and painless, hoping it'll be enough for him.

"Really?" His genuine interest throws me off but his past record switches everything up, turning interest into disbelief; and I don't quite like that.

It's instant, the change in my head. I immediately believe he's mocking me instead of truly wanting to know the reason behind my support towards the team. So, if you think about it, how I talk back is not entirely my fault.

"Yes really. Dad's been a huge fan forever, so."

"You should bring him here one day then. 'M pretty sure he'll like it."

"You're up for FP3 in ten minutes, Mr. Ricciardo." I'm out that room before he can even react to my words.

This is not the day I'll let him mess up with my head, sorry not sorry.

- - - -

Sydney's POV

"'Sup, Perth?" I hear Lando's voice from behind me.

"Perth?"

"You know...we're in Australia..." My eyebrows raise. "Your name's Sydney..." I tilt my head to the left. "You're working with Daniel..." I stay silent in hopes to discourage him and make him drop the nickname that's sure to stick around if he finds it funny enough. "Perth! Come on, it's funny."

To my misfortune, a small laugh escapes me, which brings out a whole bunch of nervous giggles and I end up being unable to breathe from laughter. It's not like his joke is that funny, but the whole delivery, his childlike hope and excitement really bring out some entertainment.

Once my loud laughing dies down, Lando and I take on random topics to talk about until his engineer calls him over for something. A few seconds later, Daniel storms pass me and nearly takes me down with the force of his strut.

"What is the matter with you?" I mumble, more to myself than to Daniel, but he ends up hearing it either way.

"What's the matter with me?"

"N-"

"You have to be joking right?" His voice is slightly raised and his eyes are already shooting daggers at me. Daniel seems close to starting an argument, and I'm all for it if he wants, just not in front of everyone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I try to end it, but he's not having it.

"Of course not, you only know how to film pretty stories and walk around like you own the place."

He's yelling.

He's yelling?

At this point I don't give a shit who's around us, engineers, teammate, cameras, bosses. I just lose it. The one drop too much finally hits the surface of the water filling up in the cup.

"Okay, you need to take out that stick you have up your ass because I have been nothing but nice to you since the moment I came here, while you're making me feel like absolute trash." I don't notice people's stares. I don't notice how Daniel's face seems as if someone empties a bucket of freezing water on him. "Look, I get it you think I'm not important here and that I'm worthless or something, but cut the attitude and shit-talk, okay?"

But then I do.

I notice the stares.

And the boss.

And the cameras.

And I start praying no one is filming. I also start praying I find another job after they fire me from this one. I mean, it will be expected.

What is not expected, is how Daniel responds. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

He's only looking at me while I'm looking at everyone all at once. My heart rate picks up as the whispers of everyone around creep around my throat and threaten to choke me.

Daniel notices. "Look, I'm sorry, you're right." He walks closer to me but my wide eyes don't even notice because everyone else notices. "I'm so sorry."

I look at him, still not taking or releasing a breath. I fake out a tight smile, wrap my arms around me and walk away into the garage.

I just ruined my chance. I wrecked my dream, didn't I...

Fucking Daniel.

- - - -

The home hero grabs pole position and you bet the cheers can be heard from Melbourne all the way back to Perth!

Pole.

Pole?

How did that happen? Daniel didn't even realize when he got in the car and now Qualifying is over?

It's not right. He's not right. Obviously not. He shouldn't have acted that way towards Sydney, ever. But she was new and he doesn't like new and he's been dealing with so many new things he didn't know how to handle another one.

Still, nothing of that justifies his actions. Fuck, I messed up he thinks.

When he gets out of the car, Sydney is not waiting for him with her phone already recording.

Daniel walks up to his team to celebrate pole with one eye searching for Sydney. They envelop him in hugs, pat his back, slap his ass even. Everyone's so happy and screaming they make Daniel's head feel a bit lighter, slowly realizing he got pole on his home race weekend.

"Where's Zak?" He asks.

"Inside the motorhome." Weird.

So Daniel celebrates. And he does the interview and then he celebrates a bit more.

- - - -

Sydney's POV

"Figure it out. Soon. Or the next time you wear a McLaren uniform will be from the comfort of your house."

Not fired. Warned. And terrified.

This is my dream. I don't want to wreck it. I won't let him wreck it wither.

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It's 6 AM as I write this so sorry if it absolutely sucks. Also, can you tell I love drama?

@monte-carlando