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betting on love - cs55

summary: after an electric night of dancing and lingering glances, carlos and jasmine slip away from the celebration to begin a secret, no-strings-attached affair. though they agree it means nothing, carlos can already feel something deeper beginning to take root.

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jasmine.x: a little party never hurt nobody 💋

user1: gorgeous

user:2 to live her life 😩🙏

carlossaniz55: i had a night chat with you, see you around the paddock ⤷ jasmine.x: very nice chat and see you around 🤍

lando: please remind me to not party with you ⤷ jasmine.x: lando you're the better than me 😭 ⤷ lando: what do you mean?!? your tolerance is next level 😔

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty girl ⤷ jasmine.x: that's all you beauty 🫶

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liked by user 1, user 2, user 3, and others f1gossippage: looks like a little romance has started between our new journalist, Jasmine Solis, and ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz after his win in australia. Photos were taken during the after party of the race, people there have said they were getting cozy the whole night.

user3: hello? the way he's looking at her? 👀

user1: HAND PLACEMENT!!! 😔🙏

user4: honestly don't see it tbh ⤷ user2: whatever floats your boat buddy

user2: i see the vision... ✍️

that night...

the dance ended, but the tension didn’t. the night moved on, the music pulsed, and the champagne kept flowing, but jasmine and carlos found themselves pulled back into each other's orbit again and again.

eventually, carlos leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "want to get out of here?"

jasmine hesitated for a beat before nodding. "yeah. let’s go."

they slipped away from the crowded club, unnoticed in the haze of celebration. the streets were quiet as carlos led her through a back entrance to his hotel. jasmine’s heels clicked against the marble floor of the lobby, her heart pounding with the thrill of something reckless and thrilling.

once inside his suite, the tension that had simmered all night boiled over.

"you’re full of surprises," jasmine murmured, slipping off her jacket.

carlos smirked, stepping closer. "you haven’t seen anything yet."

she raised an eyebrow. "confident."

he nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "always."

they didn’t talk much after that. words gave way to touches, to hurried kisses, to tangled sheets and whispered breaths.

later, wrapped in the soft silence of the early morning, jasmine rested her head against his shoulder.

"this doesn’t mean anything, right?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

carlos hesitated. "no strings. that’s what you said."

"and that’s what you agreed to."

he nodded, even though the tightness in his chest said otherwise.

"okay," she said, closing her eyes. "then we’re just… this. when we want. nothing more."

"just this," he echoed, though he already knew it was a lie.

their affair had begun in secret, burning hot and fast, but carlos was already falling.

and the bet he’d made—the thing that had started it all—suddenly felt like the one thing that could ruin everything.

em speaks: hey everyone, so sorry for the delay on this post 😭 ik i said by this weekend but it got busy and i couldn't upload it. but let me know how y'all feel about it so far

[estrellex]

y’all i finally got around to listen to djo (besides a couple songs i’ve heard from him 😭) and these songs are soooo good 🙏

also recommend any songs to me i’m open to new music 🙂‍↕️

update on the carlos fic: i’m doing the final touches and hoping to get out this weekend. stats has been on my ass and it’s not fun 😔✋

^ this is my spotify if y’all wanna give my music a try

[estrellex]

betting on love - cs55

summary: after a race win, carlos took a bet to charm jasmine, a striking journalist at the bar. what began as a game quickly shifted when their connection sparked—and one dance made him realize it might not be a game at all. [yes this is going to be the 2024 season]

face claim: dina denoire {carlos x journalist}

part 1 | part 2

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jasmine.x: hello from down under, deeply grateful for this new journey 🇦🇺🐨

user 1: we have a new journalist among us lads

user 2: she’s so pretty

lando: welcome to the hell hole

⤷ mclaren: lando!

⤷ jasmine.x: lando, um thanks?

carlossainz55: welcome

⤷ jasmine.x: thanks carlos and congrats on the win 😁

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oscarpiastri: welcome (and ignore lando)

⤷ lando: OSC

⤷ jasmine.x: thanks oscar 😭

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carlossainz55: P1! amazing race after my recovery, on to japan!!

jasmine.x: congrats!

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lando: maybe i should remove my appendix to win a race 🤔

⤷ jasmine.x: your time will come lando trust 🙏

charles_leclerc: great race mate

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user 3: great job chili

user 1: el matador! carlos sainz!

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later that night...

carlos was riding the high of victory. the adrenaline from the race still buzzed in his veins, and the celebration had naturally found its way to an exclusive nightclub. the music was loud, the champagne was flowing, and somewhere along the way, a simple suggestion had turned into a bet.

"i bet you can't get her number," a friend teased, nodding toward the bar.

carlos followed the direction of the gaze and saw her, jasmine. she was alone, sipping on a cocktail, seemingly uninterested in the chaos around her. a freelance journalist, from what he’d heard, and not one to be easily impressed by fast cars and charming smiles.

another friend chuckled. "forget the number—get more than that. no strings attached. If you win, you call the shots. if she falls first, she does."

carlos smirked, taking the challenge. It was harmless fun, right? just a game.

or so he thought.

the bass thumped in the background, the nightclub lights flickering across the polished surface of the bar. jasmine swirled the last of her drink in her glass, debating whether she wanted another. she had covered the race earlier, wrote her piece, and now she was winding down. she hadn’t expected company—especially not him.

"you always drink alone, or am i just lucky tonight?" a voice cut through the noise.

she glanced up, arching a brow at the man beside her. carlos sainz jr. he leaned against the bar, his usual confident smirk firmly in place.

"i drink in peace," she replied smoothly. "but lucky? that depends on what you're after."

"just a conversation… for now."

jasmine hummed, tilting her head. "for now? sounds like a man with a plan."

carlos grinned. "wouldn’t be much of a driver if I didn’t always have one."

she let out a small chuckle. "fair enough. so, carlos sainz jr., what exactly do you want to talk about?"

he shrugged, signaling the bartender. "you tell me. you’re the journalist. isn’t it your job to ask the questions?"

"off the clock," she shot back, taking a sip of her drink.

"then let’s not talk about work." he turned to fully face her, eyes scanning her face. "what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?"

she smirked. "that line is as old as time."

"maybe. but i’m still waiting for an answer."

she debated for a moment before sighing. "unwinding after a long day. sometimes, a drink and some music are all you need."

"no friends joining you?"

"i like my space," she admitted. "keeps things simple."

carlos tilted his head, intrigued. "simple isn’t always exciting."

"maybe not," she said, setting down her glass. "but it also doesn’t come with complications."

there was something in the way she said it, a layer of meaning beneath the words that carlos couldn’t quite decipher. but he didn’t push. not yet.

instead, he held out a hand. "dance with me."

jasmine laughed softly. "you don’t take no for an answer, do you?"

"not when I know i’ll regret not trying."

she studied him for a moment before finally taking his hand. "just one dance."

he smirked. "for now."

and as he led her onto the dance floor, carlos couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this bet was about to get a whole lot more complicated than he had anticipated.

em speaks: y'all i was planning on posting this a bit ago but school started so i could find time to upload it. i also wanted to try an oc kind of style with this one; i hope y'all liked it 😅. also lmk if you want to be in the taglist 🫶

[estrellex]

racing hearts #3 - dr 3

summary: as the season comes closer, you and daniel start to realize that something between you two could come together. would you two finally give into what you two started building? until the night before the first race...

part 1 🌱 part 2 🌱 part 3

you met up at a cozy little café tucked away from the main streets, the kind of place you liked to go to when you needed to think. when you arrived, daniel was already there, two drinks in hand.

"figured you’d go for something artsy like a cappuccino," he teased, handing it to you.

you raised an eyebrow. "and if i wanted black coffee?"

"then i’d seriously have to rethink everything i thought i knew about you."

you laughed, taking a sip. "lucky for you, this is perfect."

the conversation was as effortless in person as it was over text. you talked about your favorite photography spots, and he told you ridiculous stories from his travels. the teasing never stopped, but there was a warmth beneath it, something unspoken but undeniably present.

“so are you planning on attending any of the races or do i have to drag you to one?” he asked, leaning back, studying you.

“you wouldn’t be the first one trying to make me go,” you said, drinking your coffee. “Carlos has been asking me for months to go this year.”

he looked at you and asked, “and are you?”

you hesitated to answer because you weren’t sure if you wanted to. “maybe…”

“is that a yes maybe or a no maybe?” he asked.

“it’s just a maybe, ricciardo. i don’t know, you might see me at the first race,” you chuckled.

he chuckled along. “well, i could talk to my team to give you a pass in my garage.”

you looked at him questioningly. “and not go in the Ferrari garage? not too sure about that.”

yourinstagram has made a post

tagged: maya.ya, danielricciardo

liked by carlossainz55, danielricciardo, maya.ya, and others

yourinstagram: little glimpse of life

user 1: maya and y/n r back !!!

user 2: danny ric? what r you doing here?

maya.ya: that was a fun night 😜

⤷ yourinstagram: very fun 🙂‍↕️

danielricciardo: i made the cut??😦

⤷ yourinstagram: surprise

⤷ danielricciardo: made my whole day 🫂

over the next few weeks, you and daniel continued to meet up, each hangout blurring the line between friendship and something more. late-night walks after dinner, museum visits where he pretended to be an art critic, and even a casual game night with carlos and rebecca—it all felt effortless. but with every lingering glance and every text that made your heart race, you couldn’t ignore the shift.

daniel took you out for a drive one evening, ending up at a quiet overlook where the city lights stretched endlessly below. he had picked up takeout from a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant he claimed had the best seafood, and you both sat on the hood of his car, eating straight from the containers.

“you know,” he mused, pausing between bites, “for someone who claims they don’t know if they’ll go to a race, you sure do talk about formula 1 a lot.”

you rolled your eyes. “i talk about carlos a lot. big difference.”

daniel smirked. “mhm. sure.”

the teasing was familiar, comfortable, but as he glanced over at you, the playful glint in his eyes softened. “i like this. us, hanging out.”

you exhaled, staring out at the skyline. “yeah. me too.”

he nudged your knee with his. “so what’s stopping you?”

you turned to him, brows furrowing. “stopping me from what?”

“from just… letting it happen.”

you hesitated, your heart thudding a little too loudly in your chest. “i don’t know.”

daniel nodded, as if he understood. “well, just so you know, I’m not going anywhere. i like spending time with you.”

you swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle between you. “i like spending time with you too.”

yourinstagram posted a story & danielricciardo posted a story

maya.ya replies to your story: ok soft launch 😜😍

⤷ yourusername: not a soft launch 🙄

⤷ maya.ya: wtv you say

carlossainz55 replies to daniel's story: oh?

⤷ danielricciardo: not what you're thinking

⤷ carlossainz55: which is? cause you've been closer than ever

⤷ danielricciardo: and? we can't enjoy being together?

few days later..

as you sat across from Maya, absentmindedly stirring your tea, she smirked. “alright, spill. what’s going on with you and daniel?”

you sighed, leaning back. “i don’t know. we’ve been hanging out a lot. it’s fun. easy.”

maya raised an eyebrow. “but?”

“but i don’t know if i’m overthinking it. what if this is just how he is with everyone?”

she gave you a pointed look. “do you think he texts and calls everyone at midnight to talk about the meaning of life? or insists on buying their coffee because ‘a gentleman never lets a lady pay’? because that sounds like someone who’s into you.”

you bit your lip. “i just don’t want to assume.”

maya shook her head. “you’re scared. but i think you already know how you feel.”

meanwhile, daniel had his own conversation with carlos. they were hanging out at his place, sprawled across the couch with a race playing in the background. daniel had barely been paying attention, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. carlos noticed immediately.

“mate, you’ve been distracted for weeks,” carlos said, nudging him. “this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain someone, would it?”

daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s your friend.”

carlos grinned. “which one?”

daniel gave him a look. “you know which one.”

carlos leaned back. “so, what about her?”

daniel exhaled. “i like her. i mean, really like her. but i don’t want to mess this up. what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

carlos shook his head, laughing. “are you blind? she likes you too. she just doesn’t want to admit it.”

daniel considered that for a moment. “so, what do i do?”

carlos clapped a hand on his shoulder. “you tell her before the season starts. before you get so busy that she convinces herself it was nothing.”

night before the bahrain race..

you were both sitting by the waterfront, the city lights reflecting off the water. Daniel turned to you, his expression more serious than usual.

“i don’t want to dance around this anymore,” he admitted. “i like you. more than just a friend.”

your heart pounded. “daniel…”

he gave you a small, almost nervous smile. “you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. but i wanted you to know.”

you swallowed, then reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “i think i’ve been trying to convince myself that this wasn’t happening. but it is. and i like you too.”

his smile widened. “yeah?”

you nodded, squeezing his hand. “yeah.”

daniel let out a breath of relief before grinning. “so… does this mean i’ve officially earned Leica status?”

you laughed. “i think you might be more than that now.”

as the city buzzed around you, daniel lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “best upgrade i’ve ever gotten.”

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yourinstagram: new garage this year 🤍

maya.ya: I’VE BEEN WAIT FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP 🥳

⤷ yourinstagram: maya 😭

⤷ danielricciardo: so this is the infamous maya that i hear about

danielricciardo: the better garage in my opinion

⤷ carlossainz55: yeah no mate

danielricciardo: where did you even get that last photo?

⤷ yourinstagram: don’t worry about that...

danielricciardo has made a post

tagged: yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, yourusername, lando, and others

danielricciardo: a new start to everything 😁

yourinstagram: way to do me like that

⤷ danielricciardo: what do you mean? you post yourself like that too

⤷ yourinstagram: whatever 🙄

user 1: danny in a relationship 😦

lando: this only took about what a couple months?

⤷ yourinstagram: you shouldn’t be talking??

carlossainz55: i would like to get the credit please

⤷ danielricciardo: but you didn’t put all the work in ☝️

⤷ yourinstagram: carlos you always want the credit

the end.

taglist 🪷: @freyathehuntress

em speaks: so sorry if this feels a bit rushed i was just a bit unsure how to end this and the writer's block was eating me. plus i'm getting towards the end of my winter quarter which equals finals week. i might make little blurbs of the other drivers. i might do little blurbs about their journey and maybe daniel's departure 😔. but please lmk if you guys wanna be on the taglist.

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racing hearts #3 - dr 3

summary: as the season comes closer, you and daniel start to realize that something between you two could come together. would you two finally give into what you two started building? until the night before the first race...

part 1 🌱 part 2 🌱 part 3

you met up at a cozy little café tucked away from the main streets, the kind of place you liked to go to when you needed to think. when you arrived, daniel was already there, two drinks in hand.

"figured you’d go for something artsy like a cappuccino," he teased, handing it to you.

you raised an eyebrow. "and if i wanted black coffee?"

"then i’d seriously have to rethink everything i thought i knew about you."

you laughed, taking a sip. "lucky for you, this is perfect."

the conversation was as effortless in person as it was over text. you talked about your favorite photography spots, and he told you ridiculous stories from his travels. the teasing never stopped, but there was a warmth beneath it, something unspoken but undeniably present.

“so are you planning on attending any of the races or do i have to drag you to one?” he asked, leaning back, studying you.

“you wouldn’t be the first one trying to make me go,” you said, drinking your coffee. “Carlos has been asking me for months to go this year.”

he looked at you and asked, “and are you?”

you hesitated to answer because you weren’t sure if you wanted to. “maybe…”

“is that a yes maybe or a no maybe?” he asked.

“it’s just a maybe, ricciardo. i don’t know, you might see me at the first race,” you chuckled.

he chuckled along. “well, i could talk to my team to give you a pass in my garage.”

you looked at him questioningly. “and not go in the Ferrari garage? not too sure about that.”

yourinstagram has made a post

tagged: maya.ya, danielricciardo

liked by carlossainz55, danielricciardo, maya.ya, and others

yourinstagram: little glimpse of life

user 1: maya and y/n r back !!!

user 2: danny ric? what r you doing here?

maya.ya: that was a fun night 😜

⤷ yourinstagram: very fun 🙂‍↕️

danielricciardo: i made the cut??😦

⤷ yourinstagram: surprise

⤷ danielricciardo: made my whole day 🫂

over the next few weeks, you and daniel continued to meet up, each hangout blurring the line between friendship and something more. late-night walks after dinner, museum visits where he pretended to be an art critic, and even a casual game night with carlos and rebecca—it all felt effortless. but with every lingering glance and every text that made your heart race, you couldn’t ignore the shift.

daniel took you out for a drive one evening, ending up at a quiet overlook where the city lights stretched endlessly below. he had picked up takeout from a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant he claimed had the best seafood, and you both sat on the hood of his car, eating straight from the containers.

“you know,” he mused, pausing between bites, “for someone who claims they don’t know if they’ll go to a race, you sure do talk about formula 1 a lot.”

you rolled your eyes. “i talk about carlos a lot. big difference.”

daniel smirked. “mhm. sure.”

the teasing was familiar, comfortable, but as he glanced over at you, the playful glint in his eyes softened. “i like this. us, hanging out.”

you exhaled, staring out at the skyline. “yeah. me too.”

he nudged your knee with his. “so what’s stopping you?”

you turned to him, brows furrowing. “stopping me from what?”

“from just… letting it happen.”

you hesitated, your heart thudding a little too loudly in your chest. “i don’t know.”

daniel nodded, as if he understood. “well, just so you know, I’m not going anywhere. i like spending time with you.”

you swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle between you. “i like spending time with you too.”

yourinstagram posted a story & danielricciardo posted a story

maya.ya replies to your story: ok soft launch 😜😍

⤷ yourusername: not a soft launch 🙄

⤷ maya.ya: wtv you say

carlossainz55 replies to daniel's story: oh?

⤷ danielricciardo: not what you're thinking

⤷ carlossainz55: which is? cause you've been closer than ever

⤷ danielricciardo: and? we can't enjoy being together?

few days later..

as you sat across from Maya, absentmindedly stirring your tea, she smirked. “alright, spill. what’s going on with you and daniel?”

you sighed, leaning back. “i don’t know. we’ve been hanging out a lot. it’s fun. easy.”

maya raised an eyebrow. “but?”

“but i don’t know if i’m overthinking it. what if this is just how he is with everyone?”

she gave you a pointed look. “do you think he texts and calls everyone at midnight to talk about the meaning of life? or insists on buying their coffee because ‘a gentleman never lets a lady pay’? because that sounds like someone who’s into you.”

you bit your lip. “i just don’t want to assume.”

maya shook her head. “you’re scared. but i think you already know how you feel.”

meanwhile, daniel had his own conversation with carlos. they were hanging out at his place, sprawled across the couch with a race playing in the background. daniel had barely been paying attention, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. carlos noticed immediately.

“mate, you’ve been distracted for weeks,” carlos said, nudging him. “this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain someone, would it?”

daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s your friend.”

carlos grinned. “which one?”

daniel gave him a look. “you know which one.”

carlos leaned back. “so, what about her?”

daniel exhaled. “i like her. i mean, really like her. but i don’t want to mess this up. what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

carlos shook his head, laughing. “are you blind? she likes you too. she just doesn’t want to admit it.”

daniel considered that for a moment. “so, what do i do?”

carlos clapped a hand on his shoulder. “you tell her before the season starts. before you get so busy that she convinces herself it was nothing.”

night before the bahrain race..

you were both sitting by the waterfront, the city lights reflecting off the water. Daniel turned to you, his expression more serious than usual.

“i don’t want to dance around this anymore,” he admitted. “i like you. more than just a friend.”

your heart pounded. “daniel…”

he gave you a small, almost nervous smile. “you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. but i wanted you to know.”

you swallowed, then reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “i think i’ve been trying to convince myself that this wasn’t happening. but it is. and i like you too.”

his smile widened. “yeah?”

you nodded, squeezing his hand. “yeah.”

daniel let out a breath of relief before grinning. “so… does this mean i’ve officially earned Leica status?”

you laughed. “i think you might be more than that now.”

as the city buzzed around you, daniel lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “best upgrade i’ve ever gotten.”

yourinstagram has made a post

tagged: danielricciardo

liked by carlossainz55, danielricciardo, maya.ya, and others

yourinstagram: new garage this year 🤍

maya.ya: I’VE BEEN WAIT FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP 🥳

⤷ yourinstagram: maya 😭

⤷ danielricciardo: so this is the infamous maya that i hear about

danielricciardo: the better garage in my opinion

⤷ carlossainz55: yeah no mate

danielricciardo: where did you even get that last photo?

⤷ yourinstagram: don’t worry about that...

danielricciardo has made a post

tagged: yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, yourusername, lando, and others

danielricciardo: a new start to everything 😁

yourinstagram: way to do me like that

⤷ danielricciardo: what do you mean? you post yourself like that too

⤷ yourinstagram: whatever 🙄

user 1: danny in a relationship 😦

lando: this only took about what a couple months?

⤷ yourinstagram: you shouldn’t be talking??

carlossainz55: i would like to get the credit please

⤷ danielricciardo: but you didn’t put all the work in ☝️

⤷ yourinstagram: carlos you always want the credit

the end.

taglist 🪷: @freyathehuntress

em speaks: so sorry if this feels a bit rushed i was just a bit unsure how to end this and the writer's block was eating me. plus i'm getting towards the end of my winter quarter which equals finals week. i might make little blurbs of the other drivers. i might do little blurbs about their journey and maybe daniel's departure 😔. but please lmk if you guys wanna be on the taglist.

[estrellex]

omg happy valentines lads!! also i was thinking about taglists, so if you want any to be added on my next part for racing hearts lmk :))

[estrellex]

racing hearts - dr3

summary: a rekindle with daniel and y/n that started with a simple pre-season gathering by carlos, who happened to be a close friend of y/n. did carlos secretly become cupid for the night in hopes that they would find something in one another? maybe, but only time would tell how their journey went face claim: nailea devora (i love her sm)

em speaks: omg first post! I did have this storage in my google docs (before daniel left vcarb lols) that I loved so I thought this was the first post. this is a learning post so feel free to lmk how it goes 😭. part 2 🌱

thrusday evening..

"come on, mi hermana, just this once," carlos’s voice was almost pleading over the phone. you sighed, pacing your room. "carlos, isn’t this gathering just for drivers? I’d feel out of place."

"por favor! one time, and I’ll never ask you to come to one of these things again," he promised dramatically.

you hesitated, weighing your options. carlos had been pestering you about this for weeks, and, truthfully, you didn’t have anything better planned. "fine," you relented, your tone teasing. "but if this turns into a disaster, I’m blaming you."

"blame me all you want!" carlos exclaimed, triumphing in his voice. "it’s my last year with Ferrari, y/n. you’ve been there since the beginning. it wouldn’t feel right without you."

that last part hit home. you had been by his side since his karting days, through every high and low, and it broke your heart to think about his uncertain future after Ferrari.

"alright," you said softly. "send me the details. I’ll see you then." "gracias, mi hermana. see you saturday," he said before ending the call.

saturday evening..

you pulled up to carlos’s place, nerves prickling. crowds weren’t your scene, even if they were made up of familiar faces. spotting lando among the guests, you made a beeline for him.

"thank god you’re here already," you blurted, startling him. "you scared me, you muppet!" lando shot back, making you chuckle. "sorry," you said, still grinning. "so, how’s the gathering so far?"

"eh, boring as usual," he shrugged. "are you coming to any races this season?" "maybe, if carlos ever bothers to invite me," you teased, just as carlos appeared.

"what’s this about me?" carlos asked, his eyebrow raised. "that you never invite me to races," you retorted. carlos pointed accusingly at you. "what do you mean? I always invite you, but you’re always ‘too busy.’"

"photography stuff," you defended, crossing your arms. as Lando tactfully excused himself, carlos sighed. "hermana, I get that you’re busy, but you need to take a break. explore. have some fun."

"is this your way of setting me up with someone?" you asked, suspicious. carlos laughed. "well, the last time I tried, you didn’t exactly make it easy." "to be fair," you countered, "the guy was nothing like me."

"fair point," he conceded, laughing. "whatever. i’m going to find rebecca. she actually understands me," you said, walking off as carlos’s laughter echoed behind you.

yourinstagram posted a story

later that night, you stood by the balcony, admiring the view. you couldn’t help but think you should’ve brought your camera to capture the moment. meanwhile, carlos nudged daniel. "mate, remember my best friend y/n?"

daniel raised an eyebrow. "barely. just glimpses at races." carlos grinned. "she’s one of the most creative people I know. trust me, you’ll like her." "where is she?" daniel asked, intrigued.

carlos pointed toward the balcony. "go say hi." daniel approached, his voice breaking your thoughts. "pretty night, isn’t it?" startled, you turned. "yeah. only if I had my camera." 

"you know phones exist, right?" he teased, his signature smile disarming you. you laughed, shaking your head. "it’s not the same. it’s instinctual for me to want my real camera."

"figured as much. carlos’s been talking about you all night," he admitted. "all good things, I hope," you replied, studying him. "mostly," daniel joked. "but maybe you should take a picture of me. It’d last longer."

you rolled your eyes, chuckling. "very funny, ricciardo." "I was starting to think you didn’t recognize me," he feigned offense. "oh, please," you shot back. "who doesn’t recognize the ‘honey badger?’"

the conversation flowed effortlessly. daniel’s humor was infectious, and for the first time in a while, you felt at ease in someone’s presence. "you really love photography, don’t you?" daniel asked, his tone soft.

"yeah," you said, looking at the stars. "it’s how I see the world. a way to freeze moments." "maybe you’ll freeze one of me sometime," he teased, but there was sincerity in his eyes.

"maybe I will," you replied, smiling. carlos watched from afar, a knowing smile on his face. he didn’t say it, but this was exactly what he’d hoped for—a spark between two of the people he cared about most.

em speaks (again): while editing this, didn't realize that this needs more than one part. so I hope you enjoyed this first part. again feel free to msg me with your opinions it would benefit me with my writing journey here. 🙏

[estrellex]

racing hearts #2 - dr3

summary: swapping numbers at the gathering, you and daniel started chatting, and what began as playful banter quickly blossomed into meaningful conversations about photography, travel, and life in general. yet you couldn’t shake off the warm and fuzzy feeling that bubbled up inside you whenever daniel's name flashed on your phone—maybe they were onto something after all!

part 1 🌱 part 2 🌱part 3 🌱

after the gathering..

daniel pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing at it before holding it out to you. "here, put your number in. you know, just in case i ever need a professional photographer." his grin was playful, but there was something else there—something softer.

you hesitated for only a second before taking the phone, fingers typing in your contact details. "just in case?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you handed it back to him.

he smirked. "or, you know, in case i want to talk to someone who won’t roast me as badly as lando does."

you laughed, shaking your head. "i make no promises."

daniel chuckled, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "fair enough. but i’ll take my chances."

the night continued, but the lingering thought of your conversation with daniel sat in the back of your mind. even as you made your way through the party, chatting with rebecca and teasing carlos about his questionable music choices, your thoughts kept drifting back to the easy rhythm of your conversation with him.

yourinstagram posted a story

later, when you were home, curled up in bed and scrolling through your phone, a message popped up from an unknown number.

unknown: hope you made it home safe. no sudden urges to capture the perfect shot while driving?

you smiled, shaking your head as you saved the contact.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the amused smile forming on your lips.

sunday morning..

the next day, you met up with your best friend, maya, for coffee. she leaned forward expectantly. "so? how was the party? anyone interesting?"

you shrugged, stirring your latte absentmindedly. "it was fine. same faces, mostly. carlos was being dramatic as usual. lando is still a menace."

maya squinted at you. "and?"

you took a sip of your drink, trying to seem casual. "and i talked to daniel ricciardo for a bit."

her eyes widened. "oh my god. and you just casually drop that in? i mean i did see you post him last night. what was he like? tell me everything."

"relax, and yeah… i asked him of course if i could you know, crazy fans out there" you laughed. "he was just… easy to talk to. funny, obviously. but also just— i don’t know. it didn’t feel like small talk. it felt like—"

"flirting?" maya supplied.

you rolled your eyes. "i was going to say, a real conversation. but sure, let’s go with your theory."

maya smirked. "and? are you texting?"

you hesitated for half a second before nodding. "yeah, we’ve exchanged a few messages from last night. nothing major."

maya leaned in, intrigued. "nothing major? you’re smiling while saying that. what’s he like over text?"

you glanced down at your phone, the last message still lingering on the screen. "he’s… witty. kind of effortlessly funny. and he actually asks questions instead of just talking about himself."

maya wiggled her eyebrows. "sounds promising. and what do we think?"

you sighed, leaning back. "i don’t know. it’s fun. i don’t want to overthink it."

maya gave you a knowing look. "famous last words."

just then, your phone vibrated again.

maya leaned over, reading the messages over your shoulder. "oh yeah. he’s so into you."

“maya. don’t make me feel delusion after a small interaction with him,” you say playfully.

she puts her hands up in defense, “what? these messages totally show that he’s into you.”

you shook your head, but the warmth in your chest lingered. Maybe, just maybe, maya had been onto something after all. and maybe carlos was up to his matchmaking skills once again.

yourinstagram posted a story

a few days later..

over the next few days, you and daniel exchanged texts that started light and teasing but quickly grew into something more. conversations about photography turned into discussions about travel, music, and childhood memories. he sent you ridiculous selfies with captions like "artistic masterpiece?" and you retaliated with photos of your morning coffee labeled "true art."

one evening, as you were editing photos, another message popped up.

carlos, ever observant, caught on quickly. during a facetime call, he smirked at you. "you’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately. something you want to share?"

you rolled your eyes. "it’s called having friends, carlos."

"mhm. friends. sure," he drawled, clearly unconvinced. "you forget i know you, hermana. you don’t text just anyone this much."

you scoffed. "it’s just daniel. we’re just talking."

carlos raised an eyebrow. "just talking? when was the last time you ‘just talked’ to someone this much and actually smiled about it?"

you hesitated. he had a point, and he knew it. carlos grinned, triumphant. "i’m just saying, i wouldn’t be mad if you two hit it off. i mean, imagine how fun double dates with me and rebecca would be."

you groaned. "we are not doing this."

carlos chuckled. "alright, alright. i’ll let you figure it out. just… don’t overthink it for once, yeah?"

em speaks: sooo sorry that i've been mia on this story and just in general :(( school has been on my butt, and it doesn't help that im on quarter system. i've been starting on the next part of this and hope to get it out as soon as i can 🙏 but hoped you enjoyed this second part!!

[estrellex]

racing hearts - dr3

summary: a rekindle with daniel and y/n that started with a simple pre-season gathering by carlos, who happened to be a close friend of y/n. did carlos secretly become cupid for the night in hopes that they would find something in one another? maybe, but only time would tell how their journey went face claim: nailea devora (i love her sm)

em speaks: omg first post! I did have this storage in my google docs (before daniel left vcarb lols) that I loved so I thought this was the first post. this is a learning post so feel free to lmk how it goes 😭.

part 1 🌱 part 2 🌱 part 3 🌱

thrusday evening..

"come on, mi hermana, just this once," carlos’s voice was almost pleading over the phone. you sighed, pacing your room. "carlos, isn’t this gathering just for drivers? I’d feel out of place."

"por favor! one time, and I’ll never ask you to come to one of these things again," he promised dramatically.

you hesitated, weighing your options. carlos had been pestering you about this for weeks, and, truthfully, you didn’t have anything better planned. "fine," you relented, your tone teasing. "but if this turns into a disaster, I’m blaming you."

"blame me all you want!" carlos exclaimed, triumphing in his voice. "it’s my last year with Ferrari, y/n. you’ve been there since the beginning. it wouldn’t feel right without you."

that last part hit home. you had been by his side since his karting days, through every high and low, and it broke your heart to think about his uncertain future after Ferrari.

"alright," you said softly. "send me the details. I’ll see you then." "gracias, mi hermana. see you saturday," he said before ending the call.

saturday evening..

you pulled up to carlos’s place, nerves prickling. crowds weren’t your scene, even if they were made up of familiar faces. spotting lando among the guests, you made a beeline for him.

"thank god you’re here already," you blurted, startling him. "you scared me, you muppet!" lando shot back, making you chuckle. "sorry," you said, still grinning. "so, how’s the gathering so far?"

"eh, boring as usual," he shrugged. "are you coming to any races this season?" "maybe, if carlos ever bothers to invite me," you teased, just as carlos appeared.

"what’s this about me?" carlos asked, his eyebrow raised. "that you never invite me to races," you retorted. carlos pointed accusingly at you. "what do you mean? I always invite you, but you’re always ‘too busy.’"

"photography stuff," you defended, crossing your arms. as Lando tactfully excused himself, carlos sighed. "hermana, I get that you’re busy, but you need to take a break. explore. have some fun."

"is this your way of setting me up with someone?" you asked, suspicious. carlos laughed. "well, the last time I tried, you didn’t exactly make it easy." "to be fair," you countered, "the guy was nothing like me."

"fair point," he conceded, laughing. "whatever. i’m going to find rebecca. she actually understands me," you said, walking off as carlos’s laughter echoed behind you.

yourinstagram posted a story

later that night, you stood by the balcony, admiring the view. you couldn’t help but think you should’ve brought your camera to capture the moment. meanwhile, carlos nudged daniel. "mate, remember my best friend y/n?"

daniel raised an eyebrow. "barely. just glimpses at races." carlos grinned. "she’s one of the most creative people I know. trust me, you’ll like her." "where is she?" daniel asked, intrigued.

carlos pointed toward the balcony. "go say hi." daniel approached, his voice breaking your thoughts. "pretty night, isn’t it?" startled, you turned. "yeah. only if I had my camera." 

"you know phones exist, right?" he teased, his signature smile disarming you. you laughed, shaking your head. "it’s not the same. it’s instinctual for me to want my real camera."

"figured as much. carlos’s been talking about you all night," he admitted. "all good things, I hope," you replied, studying him. "mostly," daniel joked. "but maybe you should take a picture of me. It’d last longer."

you rolled your eyes, chuckling. "very funny, ricciardo." "I was starting to think you didn’t recognize me," he feigned offense. "oh, please," you shot back. "who doesn’t recognize the ‘honey badger?’"

the conversation flowed effortlessly. daniel’s humor was infectious, and for the first time in a while, you felt at ease in someone’s presence. "you really love photography, don’t you?" daniel asked, his tone soft.

"yeah," you said, looking at the stars. "it’s how I see the world. a way to freeze moments." "maybe you’ll freeze one of me sometime," he teased, but there was sincerity in his eyes.

"maybe I will," you replied, smiling. carlos watched from afar, a knowing smile on his face. he didn’t say it, but this was exactly what he’d hoped for—a spark between two of the people he cared about most.

em speaks (again): while editing this, didn't realize that this needs more than one part. so I hope you enjoyed this first part. again feel free to msg me with your opinions it would benefit me with my writing journey here. 🙏

[estrellex]

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