monacodaydreaming - Tumblr blog

monacodaydreaming · 2 years

Text

Against All Odds | Part Three

Fast forward 18 months and you were sat front row, P2 at the Japan Grand Prix. George Russell had appendicitis and was unable to race. After acquiring enough points in the junior series by filling in as a reserve driver. You were able to take part in a formula one grand prix.

The past year and a half had been an insane whirlwind. Within the space of the first three weeks, you had got a lawyer, an accountant and you had handed in your notice at your job. When they asked you why you were leaving and you said “I’m training to be a formula 1 driver.” They laughed, much like you did. Until they found out that you were, in fact, being serious.

Lewis had been by your side every step of the way, you trained together, practiced together, learned together. You basically lived every moment of your waking lives together. You still remembered the first time you ever set foot in a Formula One car. In the lead up to that moment you had been doing countless simulations, practicing the procedures on the steering wheel. You’d been in lessons, learning the history of racing, learning safety measures the whole fucking works.

But that first moment, the first time you drove that car around a track. It was all fucking worth it. When you got back to the garage after doing a few laps, you’d cried. Not even embarrassed by your tears, it was the most amazing thing that you had ever done.

You friends, your parents and everyone at Mercedes had supported you like crazy. There had been a lot of negative press in the beginning. People wondered how it was fair, people wondered who you’d sucked off to get to where you were. People accused you and Lewis of being in a relationship. Hell, some people even went as far to say that you and Toto had been shagging. Basically every excuse you could think of under the sun, apart from a young woman being recognised for her potential and her talent. You’d got the support from the women in the W Series, and that was something that reassured you that you had done nothing wrong in getting to where you were.

You sat in the car, staring at the lights ahead as they each slowly, one by one turned red. You were trying to control your breathing. You could feel your heart in your throat. You thought back to what Lewis had said to you before the race.

“Block it all out.” His hands were on your shoulders in the Mercedes garage. “Show them. Go out there and show every single one of those bastards who ever had something negative to say, that you deserve that seat. That you deserve to be here.”

And that is exactly what you fucking did.

“This is not real life.” You spoke into the silence that filled the room. You looked over to Lewis who was stood in the corner of your…well Georges’ driver room. “I refuse to believe that any of this is real. This is all a simulation.” Lewis laughed at that.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but it’s real.” You felt a little tear escape your eye. He was smiling fondly at you from the corner of the room. “You just did something that’s never been done before.”

You dropped your face into your hands. “Stop.”

“You just finished P2 in your debut formula one race.” You felt more tears come out your eyes. Lewis was came in P1 making him and 8 time world champion and being able to celebrate with him honestly made the whole thing even more special.

“You know this means you’re ready right kid.” You gave Lewis a bemused look from your seat on the bed in your room. He began to walk over to you slowly, before he took a seat down next to you. “I’ve been speaking to Toto and I told him that if I got this…if I got 8..then that would be it.” He looked over at you. You must have looked like someone had just told you they’d killed your entire family. “And now I have 8.”

“But you could keep going.”

He sighed. “I could.” He paused rubbing his fingers over his forehead. “But I want to end on a high Ells.” You wiped under your eyes. “And this is a high.” You looked away from him and down into your hands that were fidgeting nervously in your lap.

“But I don’t want to do this without you.” You mumbled quietly.

“Who says you’ll be doing it without me?” You looked back to him, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “You’re going to be needing a manager.”

You’d signed with Mercedes. You were officially a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG in a 2 year contract. Lewis was managing you and you would be driving alongside George Russell. Lewis had officially announced his retirement from the sport before the final race of the season last year. It was emotional, he was one of your biggest inspirations and you’d wanted more than anything to be on a team with him. You were just lucky that you’d been able to race with him that one time. Shortly after Lewis announced his retirement, you were announced as the new driver.

To say that things got kind of crazy from that moment would be an understatement. You had received a lot of hate. There was never a moment that you could find peace.

Whilst there had been some people within the sport that hadn’t been that welcoming to your arrival. The one saving grace was the other drivers. They were looking out for you, they had welcomed you with open arms, and you don’t know what you would have done if it weren’t for them. You were also incredibly lucky that you had both Toto and Lewis, who you were pretty sure would have anyone who upset you even a little bit assassinated.

“Question for Ellie.” Your eyes snapped to the man who had directed the question to you. You were sat at the drivers first press conference of the new season. All 20 drivers were there. You had been lowkey dreading this, as the first initial time that you would have to answer questions that you couldn’t avoid. “How does it feel stepping into the pretty big shoes of Lewis Hamilton with your very limited experience.”

“Terrifying.” The room laughed. “All jokes aside, it’s obviously very daunting. Lewis is the best formula one driver in history and what he did over his career was incredible. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there. Probably not, but I do know that I’m going to give it my everything.” The reporter nodded as you came to the end of your answer.

“Another for Ellie.” Your eyes darted to the other side of the room where another man rose from his seat. “What do you say to the people who don’t think that you deserve to be here?”

You were a little taken aback, but you remained composed. “Phewww” You let out a breath and a little laugh whilst you thought about what to say. “Honestly who knows? Maybe I deserve to be here, maybe I don’t? Does anyone really know? I know I may not have got here in the most conventional of ways, I haven’t been racing all my life, I haven’t worked up through Formula 3 or Formula 2. But that by no means, means that I haven’t worked hard. So if there are people out there who think that I don’t deserve to be here, I doubt anything I have to say here today..or ever quite frankly, will change their minds on that. So I guess there is nothing that I can say.”

“Is it just me or did all of those questions seem slightly loaded?” You asked Lewis as you took a sip from your water bottle walking through the paddock in your race suit half up, tied around your waist.

“Handled them like a champ though kid. You knew it was coming.”

“I know, I know. I kinda just wish they would all let it go now though.”

“Don’t want to dampen your spirit but you’re going to be dealing with those questions for a little while to come.”

“Fucking brilliant.” You saw that Pierre was walking towards you from the other direction. You watched as he noticed you and slapped a hand over his heart.

“Miss Love. You’re going to kill me.” He teased flirtatiously as he passed you. You turned to face him walking backwards away from him. You dropped him a wink and blew a kiss his way before turning back around and continuing to walk towards the Mercedes garage.

“Is that something that I should be concerned about?” You looked at Lewis who was already looking at you.

“What do you mean?”

“You and Pierre?”

“We’re just friends.”

“Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t mm-hmm like you know somethings going on, when you actually don’t know anything.”

“Okay”

“Don’t do that either.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t say okay like that, it’s annoying.”

“Someones awfully defensive.”

“I am not being defensive.”

“What’s that saying….thou doth protest too much?”

Your mouth hung open at his words. “My god, you sound like my mother.”

“Look, Ellie. I’m not about to tell you that you can’t have a relationship, just be careful right? Business and pleasure doesn’t always work.”

“Jesus Lew, we are literally just friends.”

“Okay, well all I’m saying is that he was practically undressing you with his eyes just then.”

“Do you really think so?” You asked, only it came out a little more high pitched and excited than you had meant it too. Causing Lewis to smirk at you. “Oh shut up.” You sped up a little and started walking ahead of him.

#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly fanfiction #lewis hamilton #formula 1 #formula one #forumla one imagine #formula one imagine #formula one one shot #formula one fanfic #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot

32 notes · View notes

monacodaydreaming · 2 years

Text

you should all go and read this series...i’m in looooove

Champagne Problems

CS x Reader x DR

A/N Hello friends! I apparently go on long hiatus' and then drop fics out of nowhere. Please enjoy the first part of what will be a series! Huge thank you to my muse and brainstorm buddy, @haterpenny. Any messages are hugely appreciated!

✨Please reply/reblog if you would like to be tagged in future parts.✨

Warnings: Smut, fwb situation, some light swearing, some questionable decision making, drinking.

Word count: 5K

✨FULL SERIES LINKED HERE✨

It never failed to blow your mind how a race felt like it lasted forever, but it was over in the blink of an eye. All you knew was how desperate you were to win.

For the first twenty laps, you and Lewis were neck and neck, with him about a second or so behind. You’d gotten away well at the start and did everything in your power to keep that lead. Unfortunately for Mercedes, a pit stop error plus your “perfect” (Christian’s words, not yours) performance led you to the race win.

You crossed the finish line feeling elated, shouting into the radio, likely blowing out the eardrum of your strategist in the process.

You pulled into the spot reserved for the race winner, feeling as though your heart may burst from your chest. One more race completed, the championship still within your reach.

You composed yourself enough to stand upon the car’s halo, your arms thrust over your head in celebration. The roars of your team and the massive smiles made you swell with pride, and you did everything you could to soak up such a perfect moment.

After leaping into your team’s arms and receiving several slaps to your helmet you were being rushed towards the podium. You climbed atop the highest perch, just past Lewis and- oh hell, was that Daniel in third? You had not yet had the opportunity to share the podium with your closest mate on the grid, and you were equal parts thrilled and disgusted at the shoey that was surely coming your way.

You stood as your National anthem played, bobbing slightly on your heels, finding it difficult to be still for even a moment with all of the excitement bubbling in your veins.

And then, those speakers began blaring Bizet’s beautiful Carmen and you were shaking that champagne as vigorously as your tired arms would allow. You coated Lewis with a generous spray, and shared a nice half-hug, exchanging words of respect and congratulations at one another’s result. Then your eyes caught Daniel’s, sparkling with mischief as he knelt down and removed his boot, his finger pointing at you and beckoning you towards him with a devilish grin across his lips.

You tried to look annoyed, but it was nearly impossible; he was glowing, that successful post-race mix of champagne and sweat making his curls lay flat, his cheeks flushed and pink from exertion. He filled his shoe to the brim, some overflow sloshing as he raised the boot to his lips before taking a long, generous gulp.

You wrinkled your nose in slight disgust, as you realized you were next. Soon he was standing before you, his hand outstretched in offering. He had that huge, gleaming smile that nearly blinded you, and then you were drinking out of the man’s shoe. One gulp, then two, then three, earning a delighted eye raise from Daniel and a laugh that made his Adam’s apple bob ridiculously. If you were going to do it, you were going to do it right. Lewis politely declined the offered shoey, an uncomfortable smile on his cheeks- this wasn’t his first rodeo.

Then Dan was slipping an arm around your waist, his trophy in one hand, to pose for the mass of photographers and fans standing below. After a moment he set his trophy down and playfully hoisted you up, earning a surprised laugh from you.

Your friendship with Daniel was well known among fans and other drivers alike, and this was your first shared podium after three years in the sport together. What they didn’t know was just how close you and Daniel were. The look he was giving you on that podium- you’d know that devilish expression anywhere. It gave you a glimpse into his plans for the evening ahead, plans that promised hours with his head trapped between your thighs.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself,” He whispered as he eased you back down to your feet, topping it off with a cheeky wink. You hadn’t expected him to be quite so forward in front of so many people, but his boldness just made you even more excited for the celebrations that the evening had in store.

After stepping off the podium and speaking to the many news outlets, you were sticky from the champagne and wanted nothing more than to take a shower. You decided to throw your hair up in a messy bun and opted to wait for the much nicer shower in your hotel room rather than the cramped, lukewarm water that your private room at the track offered.

In the car back to the hotel you were busy reliving the afternoon’s events, the pure elation you felt as you passed the finish line and the absolute glee that seemed to burst out of you as you stood upon the highest pedestal. And to top it off, Daniel was standing right beside you, just as he always had.

You hopped out of the car and checked your phone as you stood in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Almost as if on cue, a light vibration alerted you to a text.

Big Dick Ricc: Is now a good time to celebrate? 😈”

His text read, simultaneously making you roll your eyes and smirk. That was what he had chosen to name himself in your phone, but it never failed to make you laugh.

Y/N: Room 355.

You replied simply, wandering down the hall and swiping your key card.

You and Daniel had been casually hooking up on and off for the last year or so. It was spontaneous, fun and no strings attached. The adrenaline of race weekend was something you both understood, not to mention the fact that it was nearly impossible to maintain relationships with people outside of the sport. It had started with too much champagne in Monaco, and your familiarity began to drift into lingering touches and lustful looks exchanged until he invited you back to his room. Initially, you were worried about complicating your relationship but surprisingly, things remained rather simple. You had agreed that you weren’t interested in a relationship, rather the opportunity to blow off some steam with someone you trusted and truly loved. You had also agreed that it was best that your escapades remain a secret. You didn’t want the other drivers- or anyone else for that matter- judging you. You were the only woman on the grid and with that role came garnering more harsh judgment.

You started the shower and allowed the steam to fill the room as you undressed, your still-damp coveralls tossed carelessly into your sink to dry. Just moments later you heard the sound of a knock at your door and you wrapped yourself in a towel to answer it. You tugged it open, expecting to see Daniel, but instead stood Carlos Sainz. Your initial reaction was confusion, followed by embarrassment at your state of undress. Carlos smiled, his eyes sneaking a quick glance at your form before pretending he didn’t notice. Carlos was back in his regular clothes, a dark green t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and say congratulations.” He said honestly, his red lips pulled into a grin.

“Oh, thanks. I uh, was just about to get in the shower. I’m sticky from champagne.” You explained, laughing slightly before realizing maybe just how suggestive that sounded. You swore his cheeks flushed lightly just from the picture your words had painted for him.

“Of course. I just thought I’d let you know, we’re going out tonight. If you want to come.” You were touched at the invitation and smiled warmly in response.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll text you later.” You told him, leaning against the doorframe and looking up at him with big eyes. He paused for a moment and looked as though he wanted to speak, but instead opted for a smile and a nod before saying his goodbyes and turning on his heel. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief that Daniel had not managed to arrive during that short period of time. That would open you up to questions you didn’t wish to answer.

And then there was your relationship with Carlos. He had been putting in a bit of effort to speak with you and spend more time with you. He’d even asked you out for a meal or two. But whether he was looking for romance or pleasant friendship was unclear.

The hotel room was big and elegant, the walls painted a dark blue color with gold accents littered about. One thing you loved about this sport- your accommodations were always top-notch.

You went back in to check on the shower when finally you heard a weirdly elaborate knock that was surely Daniel. You tugged the door open and there he stood, arms already outstretched and waiting for you, a big goofy grin on his face. You grabbed him by his t-shirt and pulled him through the door, dropping your towel in the process. His hands felt so big and greedy against you, and you’d been craving his touch all day. He kissed you eagerly, his one hand splayed over your hip while the other came up to caress your cheek.

“You looked so fucking sexy up there,” Daniel said hotly, pulling back for a moment to take you in in all of your glory.

“Winning beside you makes it so much better,” You sighed, desperately reaching for his lips once more. You led him to the bathroom and started grabbing at the hem of his shirt, and he quickly obliged, tossing it aside carelessly while you worked on unbuttoning his pants.

“You still taste like champagne,” He told you before taking a long, slow lick from your collar to right below your ear pulling a moan out of you.

“Oh fuck, Danny. I need you.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tattoos splayed across his bicep as he kicked his pants and underwear aside. The shower was a large walk-in, perfect for the amorous activities you had planned.

Daniel loved to put his hands on you. He had no problem letting you be in charge, but there was something indescribable about the way your body responded to his ministrations. He pressed you back against the wall, the chill of the tile bringing goosebumps to your skin.

“You know you’ve got me, you’ve always got me, doll,” He said as he dropped to his knees, edging your thighs apart with his palms. God, you’d never get sick of seeing him worship you the way he did. You watched as the water slipped through his hair, dampening his curls and sticking them back on his forehead. His lips were parted as he looked up at you, his chest heaving slightly as if holding back from you were an effort in and of itself.

You reached down and fondly ran your knuckles over his cheek before tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.

You used your hand to pull him closer to you, earning a slight chuckle at your impatience from him before he put his mouth where you wanted it most. You loved when Daniel went down on you. He was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, licking and sucking lightly on your clit. Your legs felt like jelly already, and he’d barely just begun. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and held you in place as you wriggled against him, bucking your hips against him, desperate for friction. You nestled your hand in his hair, tugging slightly in encouragement and guidance, although he certainly didn’t need it. He knew your body and made you feel better than anyone else ever had. One of his palms snaked up to your ass, which he grabbed a greedy handful of eliciting a surprised groan from you. Once he was sure you could handle it he pushed one finger into you, and then a second. You could feel yourself flutter around him, and knew that you were already dangerously close to your orgasm.

Daniel always ate you out like it was the last chance he’d ever get, zeroing in on the spots that drove you wild until your legs were shaking and all you were capable of doing was moaning his name. He settled into a rhythm and lapped at your core until you were seeing stars and his name was falling from your lips like it had from the crowd of fans just that afternoon. He helped you ride out your orgasm, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a more gentle pace, his tongue licking long, languid stripes over your clit until you settled back into yourself.

He steadily got back to his feet, one hand finding its way back to your hip (he loved your hips) while the other brushed some of your damp hair out of your face.

“You earned that, sweetheart.” He said before pressing a deep kiss to your already swollen lips. Still, you could barely process what he was saying, you felt tingly all over like he had electrocuted you somehow.

“Do you want me?” He asked, his forehead nearly touching yours, his eyes searching for your response.

“Yes, Daniel, please.” You finally found the words you were looking for and wrapped your arms around him in an effort to better support yourself. He lifted your leg and secured it around his hip while your other kept you steady in the slippery shower. Daniel took the space he needed between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, allowing you just a moment or so to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in again. Soon he was moving faster and you felt like a mere ragdoll in his arms, so blissed out from your high that he could do whatever the hell else he wanted for you and you’d happily take it.

You had had Daniel so many times before, in so many different positions, but there was something about this position and the access it offered that you found so incredibly satisfying. His wet, strong chest pressed against yours, the tight grip of his hand supporting your thigh while he buried himself in you in a way that made you eagerly await his next “You up?” text.

He let out a low groan that you were all too familiar with, one that meant he was about to finish. You ran a free hand down his chest and captured his moans with a kiss as his hips stuttered and he came inside of you. He stayed with you frozen in that closeness for a moment. While you weren’t exclusive, everything between you and Daniel was full of love and tenderness because above all else, he was your best friend.

“That is the best way to celebrate a podium,” He said after a moment, chuckling deeply in a way that usually made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t disagree with the sentiment. You grabbed the washcloth that hung on the spigot and held it out to Daniel and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“Wash me?”

“Since you won today? Fine.” He replied, accepting it and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before returning to his knees once more. Dan lathered the washcloth with some body wash and ran it up and down the length of your leg, and over the curve of your ass- an area that he liked to give special attention to.

“I mean, I feel like you made the mess. The least you can do is clean it up.” You quipped, a playful smirk pulling at your features as you watched him work.

“Oh, you mean the mess you begged me to make? This mess?” He asked, reaching up and cupping your sex, making you jump slightly and giggle. You swatted his hand away and allowed him to get back to his task, adding a bit more soap before continuing up towards your back.

“I forgot to tell you, Carlos invited me to a thing tonight. Do you want to go? I think Lando and Charles and the other guys will be there too.”

“Yeah, we’ve still got celebrating to do.” He agreed, popping the lid on the hotel’s shampoo and pouring it into his hands before running his fingers through your hair. You groaned at the feeling- you loved when Daniel washed your hair. It was the ultimate luxury as far as you were concerned- and certainly, one you deserved after such a triumphant day.

Once you were done enjoying your shower, you stepped out and began to get ready. You rifled through your drawers for something fun and sexy, hoping to feel confident and enjoy the wealth of attention you were sure to get.

No one on the grid knew about you and Daniel’s little arrangement, and you preferred to keep it that way. You’d known Daniel for far longer than the other drivers and your relationship had always come with a simple wordless understanding that you knew one another better than anyone else could. Still, you were the only woman on the grid and you wanted your competitors to respect you. You weren’t in Formula 1 to fuck around, you were there to win. Daniel understood. You didn’t have to explain yourself to him, you could let your guard down and say or do whatever you wanted, and you knew he’d never look at you any differently. But if you were bed-hopping on the grid you’d look like a joke. You refused to let that be the narrative that surrounded you. Instead, you’d be the first woman to win the World Drivers’ Championship.

Finally, you settled on a pink dress, one short enough to show your legs off, and low cut enough to draw eyes. Nothing made you feel quite as sexy as holding a trophy above your competitor‘s heads while people chanted your name, but a hot outfit for a club wouldn't hurt.

As you did your makeup, Daniel finished showering while loudly singing a song you didn’t know. Once you decided your makeup was acceptable you moved on to your hair, dying it quickly with a blow dryer before plugging in your curling iron.

“You look nice,” Daniel said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry off. Just as you were about to respond, your phone dinged on the counter.

Carlos: Here’s the address. See you soon!

You gave Carlos the thumbs up on his text and started curling a section of your hair.

“Danny, you almost ready?” You asked, glancing in his direction in the mirror. He was pulling his outfit from earlier back on, a quick nod in answer to your question.

Once you were satisfied with your looks, you headed down to the lobby together to grab a taxi. The club was only about fifteen minutes away, and you were eager to see the rest of your friends. It had been a while since you had been out with the other drivers. Everyone’s schedules were always so jam-packed, that you often didn’t have time during the season to hang out with anyone other than your teammate, who just so happened to be Checo Perez. And while he was lovely, he wasn’t exactly the biggest party-er on the grid.

After posing for a few photos and a quick check-in with the bouncer, you were ducking into the dimly lit club, immediately overwhelmed by the pulsing music and crowd of sweaty dancers. You searched the crowd until you finally caught sight of Carlos, sitting in a corner, shouting into the ear of Lando Norris.

____________________________________

Carlos looked down at the text, his chest now feeling much like a swarm of butterflies, his leg anxiously bouncing below the table. Lando seemed to notice, a smirk pulling at his features to see his normally suave friend in such a state.

“Relax, man. She’ll be here.” Lando said, raising his soft drink to his lips.

“Yes, I know. It’s fine, I’m fine.” The Spaniard replied almost a bit too quickly, forcing a smile and turning his phone face down. Pierre and Charles were on the other side of the table, much oblivious to the situation, quickly speaking in French to one another. Finally, the pair paused and turned “Shots? I think we need shots.” Charles announced, reading the expression of the two former teammates that were not matching his vibe.

“No!”

“Yes!” Carlos agreed, much to Lando’s chagrin. Perhaps a bit of liquid courage would help him calm down a bit.

“Right, you can do a shot. I’ll be fine, thanks.” Charles was satisfied enough with the responses and went to the bar with Pierre to help bring their drinks back.

“Carlos, what exactly is the plan here anyway? You’re gonna have a dance, tell her you’re in love with her?” Lando questioned sarcastically, leaning awkwardly close to be sure Carlos could hear him over the extremely loud bass of a song that he couldn’t understand any of the words to.

“I’m not in love with her,” Carlos yelled back, somewhat defensively.

“Sure,” Lando replied, fully unconvinced. Carlos went back to eyeing the entrance, trying not to seem as desperate as he truly felt. Luckily for him, Charles was back and handing out Tequila shots, which proved to only distract him for the amount of time it took the liquid to pass his lips.

And then he caught sight of you, pushing through the crowd, scanning faces in search of his. He threw his hand up to catch your attention, a big smile across his face. A smile that fell as he caught sight of Daniel Ricciardo trailing behind you, holding onto your hand.

“She brought Daniel.” He said, the dejection clear in his voice. Lando pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, admittedly a bit disappointed for his friend.

Carlos stood in greeting and you pulled him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“What are we drinking boys? Except you, Lando. I know you’re drinking Root Beer.” You only half-joked, an unamused smirk covering his features.

“Daniel, I didn’t know you were coming,” Lando said, rising to give his teammate a friendly slap on the back.

“Um, we’ve got a world championship contender to celebrate,” Daniel replied, nudging you in your side. You rolled your eyes, embarrassed about all the fuss.

“Lewis has been blowing us away and we’re finally catching up. If that’s not something to celebrate, I don’t know what is.”

“Cheers to that!” Charles yelled in agreement, raising what must have been his third shot.

“Apparently we need to catch up. I’ll be right back.” Daniel told you, nodding towards the bar. You shouted your order after him along with a thank you and turned your attention back to Carlos.

“I saw you finished P4 today, brilliant result.” You told him, poking him in the chest suggestively.

“Yeah, definitely happy.” He replied although he did not look happy in the least. In a moment, Daniel was back and pulling you from Carlos’ side. You threw back a shot. Then another. And Charles and Daniel egged you on enough that you had a third.

Once he deemed you tipsy enough, Dan pulled you onto the dance floor. Few things made you laugh harder than Daniel dancing, and since you were a little drunk, the dancing got a little dirtier. He held your waist and planted a thigh between your legs, allowing you a little friction as you bobbed and swayed to the music. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned down into your neck, his hands starting to wander to your ass. Truthfully, you should have been way more composed. You didn’t want the other guys seeing you looking horny and drunk, but eh. You decided to indulge and enjoy the evening. After a few songs, Daniel pulled away, determined to get another drink into you.

Charles and Pierre were somewhere on the dance floor, also too drunk to know how stupid they looked.

Still, you couldn’t help but notice that Carlos didn’t quite seem to be himself. You decided to do something about it, locking eyes with him and pushing past people, and making your way over to where he sulked.

“Come on, come show me that Spanish passion I’ve heard so much about.” You said, shooting him a wink and reaching your hand out to him. His expression finally broke, a big, goofy smile spreading across his features. You led him back to the dance floor, not without noticing the pleasant way in which his hand fit into yours.

“Oh, I can show you passion.” He whispered as you turned your back towards him, rubbing a little more ass across his crotch than friends usually do. You snuck your hand back behind his neck, pulling him close as you swayed, his hands firmly planted on your hips. Feeling Carlos moving behind you was new and exciting, and maybe it was just how drunk you were, but there was nothing that you wanted more than to take him back to your room. Still, you were friends, and maybe it wasn’t entirely appropriate for you to be grinding so hard against him. You swore that maybe he was thinking the same thing you were, the way his hands glided down your skin and his hips moved against yours- you were thinking some very not PG thoughts. He spun you around and pulled you into his chest, his fingers pushing some of your loose hair behind your ear, then tilting your chin up to make you meet his gaze. You were pretty sure he wasn’t looking at you like you were a friend. You found yourself thinking about his full, pink lips and how flushed his cheeks were. He looked so focused with his brow knit together, so in the moment- like there was no one else around. You loved when Carlos had a fresh shave, he looked so damn handsome and he even smelled amazing- you swore you saw Lando throw a thumbs up in your direction, but you didn’t get time to think about it before-

“OI! Get your ass over here! I’ve got another round for you!” You don’t know how Daniel’s voice was able to cut over the noise of the club, but it did. His voice pulled you back to reality, almost like a rubber band snapping. You dropped your hands away from Carlos, suddenly feeling embarrassed by how carried away you had allowed yourself to get.

You avoided his eyes for a moment before saying “How about another drink?” Carlos looked a bit dejected but followed you anyway.

After your drink, you headed back to dancing, this time with Charles and in a much more PG way. He had you laughing, and you could tell the next morning would certainly be rough for him.

Finally, at around 3 am, you were running out of steam. You were seated in the booth, trying to understand Charles’ broken English when Daniel nudged you on the shoulder.

“You ready to go, darling?” He asked. “I think you might need a chaperone.” He added cheekily, shooting a wink in your direction. You stood, and immediately you were a bit wobbly. He was right. You linked your arm in his and turned to the other men, all in various states of sobriety.

“Salut, boys. Thank you for a good time, Carlos.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before focusing all of your lowered inhibitions on Dan.

He helped you into the back of a cab and you leaned against him, his arm slipping around you.

“Alright, let’s get you home. How would you feel about… keeping this party going?” Daniel asked lowly, his appetite insatiable as always. You giggled but returned his question with a kiss.

————————————————————

Carlos hated having to watch you leave with Dan. Holding you in his arms, getting to feel you move against him, it felt so good, so right. There was no way you could be oblivious to that. He laid in his hotel room bed, scrolling through Instagram when Daniel’s most recent post popped up. It was a picture of you, from the club last night and the caption read “Winning GPs and hearts. Here comes Trouble.” Trouble was the affectionate nickname the reporters had dubbed you upon your arrival in F1. The reason being you were a fierce competitor and always ready to cause trouble on the grid. Well, no one could argue how well it suited you. Carlos clenched his jaw in frustration, feeling so close yet so far away from you. It seemed like he could never have a moment alone with you as Daniel was never far behind. He knew you’d been good friends for many years, but your relationship seemed far more intimate than any other typical friendship. Just as he felt hopeless, his phone dinged.

Y/N: Thank you for the invitation last night and the dance. 😏

The message did not quell Carlos’ frustrations, it was just as ambiguous as every interaction he had with you. He decided to roll the dice and send back a flirtatious reply.

Carlos: I’m more than just a good dancer.

He pressed send feeling like he may explode and immediately took a screenshot and sent it to his best friend.

Carlos: I'm fucked.

Lando: I know.

Part 2 : I Knew You Were Trouble

Part 3 : It’s Nice To Have A Friend

Part 4: Mad Woman

Part 5: This Is Me Trying

Part 6: Everything Has Changed

Part 7: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

#danny ric #daniel ricciardo #dr3

1K notes · View notes

monacodaydreaming · 2 years

Text

Don’t Fall In Love With Me | Part Five

He came charging into his drivers room and picked you up in an instant spinning you round and round. You couldn’t help the excited squeals that fell out of your mouth. He’d had an amazing qualifying session, resulting in him being P4 on the grid tomorrow.

“Are you joking Danny that was amazing!!” You practically shouted at him when he put you back down on the ground.

“You do realise what this means right?” One of your eyebrows raised slightly at his words.

“That you’re starting P4 on the grid tomorrow?”

Daniel held back a laugh at your words, you hit him lightly on the arm.

“Sorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat. “No, this means you have to come with me to every race from now on.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re my good luck charm love.” You felt a blush overtake your cheeks. Danny smirked before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Your hands slid up into his hair on instinct whilst his arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you as closely into his body as he could.

A throat being cleared over by the door brought you both back to reality. You both turned to see Michael stood there awkwardly. “I’m sorry to interrupt mate.” The poor guy looked really embarrassed. “But we have post race stretches to do Danny.”

“Yeah of course mate, come in.” Michael nodded and shut the door behind him heading over to the pair of you. Danny gave you a little kiss on the forehead before getting out his exercise mat and rolling it out on the ground. You hopped onto the bed that was in the room and took our your phone as Danny and Michael got to work.

You saw that you had a couple of messages from Lucy.

Lucy: Give Danny my best! Watched qualifying! Great result for him!

Are you free for a call to discuss the movie with Aaron? They need an answer asap really.

“Hey do you guys mind if I take a really quick call in here?” You looked up from your phone to Danny and Michael.

“No go right ahead.” Danny smiled at you as he was stretching out his hamstrings.

You quickly dialled Lucy’s number. It rang a couple of times before she answered.

“Ellie, darling, hello.”

“Hey Luce.”

“Okay so, final thoughts on the movie with Aaron.”

“Yeah I want to do it, I just want to know what it means in term of schedule. When does filming start.”

“If we get the contract signed on Wednesday when you’re back in London then filming will start 10 days after you’ve finished Endgame.”

“Whew, 10 days isn’t the biggest of breaks Lucy.” You glanced over at Daniel who was watching you intently. “I just wonder if I need a bit of time because of the thing, ya know.” You lowered your voice and Daniel narrowed his eyes slightly at your words.

“Ah I see you concerns, let me speak to them and see if we can get the start date pushed. I’ll tell them you’re really keen and the fact that you and Aaron have chemistry will work in your favour.”

“Great, thanks Luce. I appreciate and love you.” You smiled into the phone.

“Right back at you darling.” You ended the call and put your phone back into your handbag.

“Everything okay?” Danny was looking up at you from the floor.

“Yeah, just trying to get a new movie sorted. I just wanted a bit of a break in between Endgame and starting a new project. Just to chill, maybe do some travelling ya know.”

“Travelling?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip before continuing quietly. “You see there’s this guy, and he travels for work right.” Daniel laughed at your words a little. “And I was kind of hoping to follow him around a while.” Daniel was blushing at your words.

“Okay, think you’re all good Danny. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Michael abruptly stood from the floor and started to march out the room. When he reached the door he turned back to you both. “Make sure you at least get some rest yeah?” Michael dropped you both a wink before sinking out the room.

“So this guy.” Danny started causing you to look back at him, he was now stood facing you. “You like him then?” He started to walk towards you very slowly making your breath hitch a little, and your heart pick up speed ever so slightly.

“I do.” You whispered you were playing with the hem of your dress, still sat on the edge of the bed. “There’s something about him.” You continued, he had made his way to you by this point. He’d placed his hands on the bed next to your legs and was leaning down so his face was just in front of yours. “I’ve not known him long.”

“No?” He answered, his face was inches from yours now. He bumped his nose against yours before brushing his lips over yours.

“No, but he’s incredible.” You continued speaking against his lips. You could feel his hot breath against your skin. “He makes me feel safe.”

“Mmm?” Daniel continued, he’d moved to place little kisses to your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as his actions.

“He’s really funny.” He’d moved down to kiss your neck.”He’s always making me smile.”

“That’s a good quality to have.”

“Oh and his body.” You teased, this caused Danny to stop and look at you. You let out a little whistle. “Banging.”

Danny let out a loud laugh before pushing you down onto you back and climbing on top of you, nestling his body in between your legs which were wrapped around his waist and kissing you deeply.

You woke up before Danny the morning of race day. You knew what time he needed to be up so decided to let him sleep a little more. You slipped out of the bed and pulled on his t-shirt from yesterday over your body before heading to the kitchen of your hotel room. You grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and made yourself a coffee.

You then went out to the balcony and took a seat watching the sunrise across the city. You decided to check your emails quickly on your phone noticing you had one from your doctor. It was scheduling in your first radio therapy session. You noticed that attached to the email there was a document about what to expect and a whole bunch of info about Radiotherapy. You were sat reading through it quietly when you felt a presence behind you.

“Ellie?” You spun in your chair to see a very tired looking Daniel stood in the doorway. You smiled at the sight of him. “What are you doing out here on your own?”

“Taking in the view.” He started to approach you and you rose from your seat placing your coffee mug down on the table. When he reached you, you placed your arms over his shoulder snaking them round his neck. You went on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. He reacted instantly, responding to your kiss, moving your mouths together. His hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your sides. When you pulled away you rested your head against his chest and his arms wrapped you in a hug. “Do you want some coffee?” He hummed at your words.

“Please.” You pulled away from his hug and grabbed ahold of his hand pulling him back inside with you. “Are you wearing my tshirt?”

As you pulled a mug out of the cupboard you glanced down at your body. “I am indeed.” You looked up at him leaning against the fridge staring at you. “Is that okay?” You hesitantly asked him.

His eyes were still on your body before you asked him if it was okay when they shot up to your face. “Mm, more than okay.”

Daniel had had a good race, and ended up coming in P4, where he had started. The guys at McLaren were ecstatic and so was he. You had celebrated the success with the team, watching as Danny and Lando took a photo with the rest of the crew including Zak.

You had to excuse yourself from the liveliness as you were starting to feel lightheaded and tired. You retreated to Daniels driver room where you could be alone for a little while. You had some water and sat on the bed crossed legged holding your head in your hands. The stress of starting treatment soon was starting to weigh on your mind and you wanted to talk to someone about it. However no-one here was aware of your health condition. What if it didn’t work? You know the doctor had said your odds would be good, but there were no guarantees.

The sound of the door being rather abruptly opened pulled you from your own thoughts. You removed your head from your hands to see a rather frantic Danny staring at you with a worried look on your face. “Ells?” He cautiously asked coming over to you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You weren’t, but you couldn’t tell him that. “Yeah I’m sorry, I just suddenly felt really tired.” He still looked worried, so you leant forward and gave him a kiss. “I’m okay I promise. I think I just need an early night. Any chance we can head to the hotel soon?”

“We can go right now.” Danny stood from the bed only to sit back down again on the edge. “Here, hop on my back.”

“What?” You laughed out.

“I’m giving you a piggy back to the car obviously.” You pulled your eyebrows together. “Come on, I’m growing old here.”

You laughed again before climbing onto his back. As you walked through the drivers garage everyone said bye to the pair of you.

“So what’s the big plan for tomorrow.” You questioned Danny as you were lying in bed watching a movie together. “Why couldn’t I book my own flight home?”

“Ah well.” Danny started before rolling onto his side to look at you. “You couldn’t book your own flight home because you’re going to fly with me and we’re going to stop somewhere on the way back to London.”

You looked at him sceptically. “Stop where?”

He booped you on the nose before rolling back onto his back “Well if I told you that, the surprise would be ruined wouldn’t it.”

“Danny” you whined from beside him.

“Do you know what I realised the other day.” He was looking ahead. “I haven’t taken you on a proper date yet.”

“You don’t need to take me on a date Danny.”

“I want to.” He looked at you again. “So that’s what I plan to do.”

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fanfic #formula 1 #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one one shot #formula one fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

110 notes · View notes

monacodaydreaming · 2 years

Text

i am feral

SSIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR????

#daniel ricciardo #sexy mf #the faceeee #the hand the veins the tattoo #f1 #formula one #danny ric #feral #daddy #i am feral

570 notes · View notes

monacodaydreaming · 2 years

Text

Against All Odds | Part Two

“I don’t understand what this has to do with me though?”

Since arriving in Imola, you had been taken down to the Mercedes base and had been introduced to Lewis, who you gave a massive hug and shared a nice conversation with. And by nice conversation, you meant you’d word vomited on him for about 40 minutes. He’d asked you a lot of questions in the time that the two of you were alone. Whilst all this was going on Milo was being given a tour around the whole of the complex.

After you and Lewis had got to know each other he’d informed you that Toto was wanting to meet you. You initial reaction was just…why? Why were you here. He still hadn’t shed any light on the situation. He hadn’t shared any reasoning as to why you’d been invited here today and it was starting to irritate you.

“We want you to join Mercedes driver academy and also be listed as a reserve driver.”

You laughed. It was the only rational response. You. A Mercedes reserve driver. This was some kind of a joke. You laughed for a while and only stopped when you saw that neither Toto or Lewis was laughing with you.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.”

“Yes we are, very.”

“I’ve never raced? I’m not a racing driver?” You rose to your feet. Pausing, waiting for either one of them to say something.

“I have no racing history, literally none! I didn’t even go go karting when I was a kid! What possible reason could you have for wanting to stick me in your driving academy? Christ for making me a reserve driver?!”

“You’re fast.”

You stopped pacing at Lewis’ words. “There are hundreds of kids out there that are fast Lewis, hundreds of kids who have paid their dues. Who have worked there way to get close to this and you know it. I mean is this even allowed?”

Toto stood up from his chair and moved closer to you. “Look, you’re right. There is no logical reason really for us wanting to do this.” Lewis was about to interrupt him, but he held his hand up to stop him. “But Lewis has showed me what you can do. You’re fast and you have a natural talent. What potential it can get too, I don’t know, but I’d like to see.”

“Look guys, whilst this is all really flattering and quite frankly insane. I think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here.” You didn’t even really realise it, but you were backing away from both of them. “I drive for fun, I like cars and I like how fast they can go, but I’m not a racer.”

“That’s not entirely true though is it?” You stopped moving at Totos words. “You used to street race.”

“That was a long time ago, when I was a kid and I don’t do that anymore.”

“Look Ellie, I’m not going to be racing for much longer. And Toto and I have already discussed, I still wanna work closely with the team. I want to have influence…. I want to pick my replacement.”

“And you really think that’s going to be me?”

“I don’t think there is any reason why it shouldn’t be, no.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything, I just walked away.” Milo looked like he was about to hit you. “The whole thing is insanity Milo.”

“It’s actually not though.” You were baffled by his statement. “Oh come on, you and I both know given the chance you could drive one of those cars and you could drive it well.”

“Oh my god, you’re just as insane as they are.”

“And so what, you do it and it doesn’t go well. You say you told them so and you move on, but mate…why not try. It’s a life long dream is it not.”

He was right, racing in Formula 1 is a dream for anyone who likes the sport.

“Ready to show me what you got?”

Somehow Milo, probably being the voice of reason in this scenario had convinced you to consider the proposal. Consider being the main word here. After speaking to Lewis and Toto again, they wanted you to drive the track. Not in an F1 car, just in a Mercedes, but with Lewis by your side.

“Oh I’m ready, question is are you ready Hamilton.”

You sped round the track. Feeling at one with the car. The whole time you felt Lewis’ eyes watching both you and the road. He was observing you closely, watching the way your operated the machine. Neither of you spoke, but you kept trying to steal glances at him from the corner of your eye. Trying to see if you could judge what he was thinking.

By the time you had finished and pulled the car back into the pit lane in front of the Mercedes garage, the silence had become too painful to you ignore.

“Hamilton, you’re killing me. You gotta say something.” You turned to him in your seat, but before he could reply you felt your car door open.

You looked behind you to see Toto and George stood outside the door.

“Ellie! That was incredible!” George spoke from behind.

“How quick was it?” Lewis now piped up from the side of you. You head was flicking from side to side looking to the both of them.

“She shaved just under a second off your best.” Toto now spoke leaning on the car door. “Ellie, come on, let’s have a chat inside.”

“I can’t afford to not work.”

“You’ll be sponsored. Mercedes will sponsor you, we will effectively give you a salary for training with us. We’re investing in both you and us.”

You were stood leaning in the corner of the room biting your finger nails. Milo was with you now, sat anxiously in a chair staring at you. He was making your nervous.

”Milo can you stop you’re making me nervous.” He promptly turned away from you. “Look, I’m not agreeing to anything today. I need to think about it.” Toto nodded at your words from the desk. “But I am considering it.”

“That’s all I ask.” Lewis said from the table. “I have this feeling about you. I think you could be great Ellie.”

“That’s enough shop talk for one day. Ellie, we also invited you here to host you, to have fun. So please, Lewis, George. Will you introduce Ellie around.”

George clapped his hands together. “Let’s go!”

“What will you do?” Your mother spoke from the other side of the phone. After a long day watching the drivers during FP1 and FP2 you had headed back to your hotel room. You were heading back out to a dinner with them later this evening, but you decided to ring your folks to let them know what had been going on out here.

“I want to do it.” You said firmly looking at them both. “It could be amazing. If I was good, it would change my life.”

“What would it mean for work? For you career?” Your dad questioned.

“I would have to give it up, this would become my job now.” They both sat there in silence for a bit. Milling the idea over.

“We would support you, we always will.” You got a little teary at your mums words.

“I know you would. I just wanted to know what you thought.” You wiped your eyes a little. “Look I have to get ready now, we’re going out to dinner, I’ll call you both tomorrow.”

“Bye love.” You mum blew you a kiss.

“Bye darling, have fun.” Your dad spoke. You gave them a little wave before hanging up the phone and flopping back on your bed.

All day you had been speaking to drivers. Finding out as much as you could about the industry, about what it took and what sacrifices you would have to make. Many of them spoke about how hard it was obviously. How there was much to lose. You could forget about having a social life for the next year or so. You would have to train, hard. It would become your whole life. But they also told you about how there was no other feeling to driving one of those cars around that track. How the thrill you got from it could never be matched. They talked of the pressure, the expectation and the politics. But none of it put you off. If anything, it made you want it more.

“What made you get into street racing?” Danny asked from across the table. You and Milo had joined Lewis, George, Charles, Daniel, Sebastian and Pierre out for a meal and you’d been having a great time.

You found yourself cringing at the question whilst Milo sputtered out laugh from next to you. You gave him a glare before answering. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always liked cars and racing. But it was actually an ex-boyfriend. He used to street race and he was of the opinion that girls weren’t as good as boys.” Daniel raised an eyebrow at that. “So naturally I had to prove him wrong.”

“Sounds like he was a bit of a dick if you ask me.” Daniel said before taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh the guy was a complete arsehole.” Milo looked at you. “But he was cute and drove fast cars right Ell?”

“Alright back off dude. I was eighteen and he was older.” He rolled your eyes and drank some wine. “Anyway I don’t regret it, wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t met him.”

The rest of the group were engaged in lively discussion when you leaned back in your chair and turned to Lewis next to you. “I’m going to do it.” You said quietly. His eyes lit up beside you.

“You’re going to do it?”

“Yeah.” You sighed out crossing your arms over your chest. “I figure I owe it to myself right. It would be dumb to turn it down.”

“Dumb might be the biggest understatement ever.” You laughed at that.

#formula one #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic #formula one one shot #pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly fanfic #pg10

22 notes · View notes