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Max looking at daniel after making every single joke to make sure heâs laughing đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
this one is rare, straight from PERISCOPE. post 2016 monaco qualifying. disaster for max, pole for daniel.
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đŹ: Crazierđš - dr3
AU: inspired by the daniel selfies in the post. daniel is a little bit insane for his gf, sheâs just as bad.
warnings: unserious cheating accusations, v small emetophobia warningÂż (suggestive), swearing.








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âItâs just a penis. Someone drew itâ - Daniel Ricciardo.
It was you Daniel!Â
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Obsessed with Daniel leaning into hugs



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Baby Daniel with family [Part 2] - F1 Meets Daniel Ricciardo
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The F1 Buzz Game with Daniel Ricciardo & Jean-Eric Vergne.
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who let this baby race single seaters đđ
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Daniel Ricciardo | Pre-race at the AutĂłdromo Hermanos RodrĂguez
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"moto gp riders are not human... that's a fact"
"no doctor I feel pain and I will cry about it for the next 48 hours whilst I'm in this hospital"
"maybe I just feel pain more than others" đ
poor pookie was in so much pain đ
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he doesnât - dr3 â¤ď¸âđŠš

ââŚI know you donât need my comfort but Iâd like to think I can carry some of it for youâŚif you want of courseâŚâ Is this how first dates usually end up? Who the fuck have I been going on dates with? Where did he spawn from?â
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summary - reader with unspecified chronic illness, general health anxiety, gentleman! Daniel, mentions of being uncomfortable around alcohol, food, prescription medication. suggestive of slight sexual tension and difficult health related conversations. fluffyyyyy.
"Girl I don't think I can do it..." you repeat on the now three hour FaceTime call to your best friend for what seems like the millionth time this evening.
"You can. And you will! You deserve this, more than anyone" she also repeats for probably also the millionth time.
You sigh and continue curling your hair.
It's your first date since your diagnosis 9 months ago, after two years of battling with debilitating symptoms, gaslighting doctors and pain medication that doesn't even scratch the surface. Not forgetting the tears, the tears cried and the hope lost that you'll ever be okay again.
You don't feel that you will ever be okay, but your friends can't stand to see you wallow in bed and accept your life passing by, and long story short that's how you matched with Daniel on some dating app they downloaded on your phone.
"Okay, my Ubers here" you shakily tell your friend through the phone, sat on your vanity. You smooth your long-sleeved black mini dress, pull at your knee high boots and adjust your bag on your shoulder.
"Do I look okay?" You ask, looking down the camera, stepping back and giving a spin.
"Breathtaking. Go get him girl" she smiles.
"I'll keep you updated" you pick up your phone, checking your lipliner in the camera.
"You have everything you need?" she checks. You know what she's referring to.
"Yep, meds...and backups..." you nod.
"Condoms?..." she smirks.
"Okay let's not get too ahead of ourselves" you laugh. you never even anticipated that being an option for tonight.
"Go on...go have some fun, you deserve it."
You hang up and take a deep breath, taking the lift from your apartment downstairs to your uber.
"Uber for y/n?"
The driver nods, you get in and take some deep breaths, taking a moment for yourself with the anxiety bubbling and the potential placebo of your body giving out on you at any point from now on.
The scenarios that play out in your head through the short drive are relentless, from him standing you up to something going seriously wrong within the blink of an eye during dinner and having to explain to Daniel...well...everything, and blowing your chance at something good happening to you for once.
It's those scenarios that scarily pass the time, and before you know it you're outside the restaurant, shakily closing the door to the uber and forgetting how this all works.
Do i go inside? Is he already inside? No iâm ten minutes early so he'll arrive any second...what if he's fifteen minutes early and already sat-
"Y/n?"
I jump and spin on my heel, there he is.
Good lord.
"Daniel hi!" You go on your tiptoes and wrap an arm around Daniel's shoulder, resting your chin on the other. He rubs his large hand over your back and his scent fills your nose, musky but floral.
God heâs tall.
"Shall we?" He gestures to the door, flashing a smile and you respond with a nod. A smile that's enough to make you forget all the scenarios and worries repeating in your head since you got out of bed this morning, well...afternoon.
He pulls your chair out for you, sitting opposite and tucking himself in.
"So! How are you?..."
There's the dreaded question. Lie.
"I'm really good! I've been really looking forward to trying this place out!" You smile and look around the low lit Italian restaurant.
"How have you been? You're home for the holidays?" You return the sentiment, picking up the jug of water to pour a glass for your drying mouth and Daniel doesn't miss the shake in your hand at its heaviness.
"Let me.." he takes the jug from you and pours you a glass, pouring himself one after. You smile as a thank you. You wait for him to question it, he doesn't.
"Yeah, yeah I'm home for Christmas and then back to it in January" he nods, taking a sip of water and kissing his teeth. You can't tell if it's awkward, you feel like he knows you're being standoffish, keeping your guard up or just simply thinks you're being a bit of a bitch.
He doesn't.
Sheâs breathtaking. I canât stop looking at her lips, the sparkle of eyeshadow lighting up her eyes and how effortlessly her hair falls on her shoulders. Sheâs enchanting.
You also take a sip from your glass, it's like you've forgotten how to act and just copy him except you put your glass down and hold onto it, the coldness soothing your clammy palms.
"So what is it you do again...you're a racing driver?" You tilt your head, leaning forward on the table. His eyes crinkle into a smile as a chuckle escapes his lips and he nods.
God he's beautiful.
"Mhm, formula one...never heard of it?" His lip curls into a smile and you blush.
"By the sounds of it I should have..."
"No no not at all..." he shakes his head and leans back in his chair, resting his forearms on the table and tapping his fingers.
"It's not like it's the highest level you can get in motorsport or anything..." he shrugs, putting on an act of mock nonchalance and scratching the back of his neck.
You laugh, you actually laugh.
"Oh right! I'm sorry Mr. Bigshot! I suppose I better ask for your signature or something huh?" I tease.
He shakes his head, clasping his hands together under his chin and resting his elbows on the table.
"How about my phone number?"
Your heart flutters. Wow he's forward...wow.
You feel the heat creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks and look into my lap as a small laugh escapes your lips.
"Maybe..." you smile softly, before his eyes on yours grow that smile into one you haven't felt in a long time, an actual smile.
The waiter arrives, requesting our drinks order and placing the menus down in front of us. You gesture for Daniel to go first.
"Yep Uhm..." he glances at the drinks menu, before looking up at you.
"What you feeling?..."
Your heart skips and your hands go clammy.
"Oh go with whatever..." I nod and smile, he returns the expression.
"Do you have the uh...Chianti Classico? Red?...a bottle for the table please and a lasagna for me" Daniel glances up at the waiter, your eyes on his hands spread across the menu, holding it so effortlessly and his fingers dancing lightly over the print.
The waiter nods and takes note, looking at you.
"Oh could I uh...just grab a Coke Zero?" You say in a small voice, Daniel looks up at you.
"Would you like a different wine? Do you prefer white?" He opens the menu back up, worried he hadn't considered your taste.
You shake your head, not wanting to create something.
"No no! I'm okay...honestly..." I smile and nod, Daniel leans forward slightly.
"I don't mind driving you back? Or ordering you an uber or?..."
he doesn't get it, you can't expect him to...it begins.
Your throat feels tight and you wipe your palms on your dress, licking your drying lips and looking back at the waiter.
"I'll have a glass for the wine, and I'll just stick with the water on the side, oh and Uhm...the spaghetti bolognese please" I smile and nod, handing him the menu as he expressed he'll be back with our order.
As long as you drink it slowly...steady and slowly it'll be okay...it'll be okay...
Daniel looks at you, expectantly, but unsure of what exactly. You wait for him to pry, he doesn't.
"So what do you do?..." Daniel asks as the waiter returns with the wine, pouring into your glass and you stop him after just a a few glugs. Daniel accepts an actual glass of wine.
"I work in digital marketing and advertising" you leave out the details of it being remote, and part-time.
The conversation flows, the laughter bellows, your knees knock under the table and you feel fine...great actually. You try not to think about the three sips of wine you've drunk, and whether you'll have to skip your medication tonight and it comes easy because Daniel's presence doesn't leave you space to think of those things, not with that smile and almost honk of a laugh he has.
The food arrives, he's dramatic, eccentric, authentic.
"Oh wow you have to try" Daniel's eyes widen as he holds out his fork to you, with some of his meal on to try.
I glance at him, almost checking it's okay but the sparkle in his eyes with excitement to share this experience with me tells me everything I need to know. I giggle and shake my head, before scraping off the small bite from the fork with my teeth, closing my lips around the fork.
My eyes shut then widen.
"Wow..." I nod slowly, looking at my own plate.
"You definitely got the best dish...wait youâreâŚsorry youâre not sick or anything are you?â You hesitantly check.
He shakes his head.
âFit and healthyâŚyou wonât catch anything from me todayâŚâ he smiles.
That must be nice.
He gestures with his hand to give him some of your food to try, as if to test your claim.
You chuckle and shake your head. He's so easy to be around.
You gather some of your dish on your fork, holding your hand under it and moving it across the table to him, watching his lips close around it and his hand come up over his mouth.
"No way yours is so much better!" He exclaims with a laugh.
"Swap?" You offer, going to lift your plate. Daniel shakes his head.
"I can't take a beautiful girl to dinner and steal her food..." his laugh booms, it fills your chest and your ears and the blood rushes to your head and your toes and your fingertips.
"Share?" I suggest, tilting my head.
The two of you end up sharing both meals, laughing...obnoxiously, sharing stories, fingers brushing one another's on the table and by the end of the meal both leant in to the middle of the table. Like you can't breathe each other in enough. He's tantalising. He's too good to be true.
The waiter collects your plates, offering the dessert menu. You check the time on your phone.
21:30pm.
"Uhm...hmm I..."
"We'll have a glance..." Daniel smiles and nods, you appreciate him taking the pressure off as the waiter scurries away.
"No room for dessert?" Daniel pours some more wine into a glass, gesturing to yours to ask if you want some, you hold up your thumb and index finger with a small gap to suggest a little, he pours a little.
"It's just late...and...yeah I guess...yeah I'm not really a dessert girl-" you stumble and blush.
Fuck now you really look like you're trying to escape.
"Wait I...I'm sorry...I..." Daniel tilts his head at your apology.
"I have ice cream at mine? If you wanted to finish up here and maybe?..." you offered.
You didn't want Daniel to think you were trying to get out of the rest of dinner, because this was truly the best night you'd had in...well probably over a year, and typically by this time in the evening you'd taken your medication and were in bed, certainly not out on a date.
"That sounds perfect...if you're comfortable of course..." Daniel nods, you nod and smile.
"Of course."
Daniel pays the bill and you leave the restaurant, your arm linked in his and you uber back to your apartment, the second you unlock the door you remember the state you left the place in.
The blankets on the sofa, the hospital letters and documents strewn across the kitchen with prescription boxes you had been sorting.
"Oh god okay don't look!" You exclaim, going up behind Daniel to try cover his eyes with your hands.
"Okay nope too tall..." you mutter to yourself, he throws his head back and laughs, spinning around with his hands shoved in his pockets.
"It's fine..." he smiles.
"Okay..." you sigh,
"You come in here..." you drag Daniel into the living room, quickly tidying the blankets and fluffing the pillows.
"And don't move...I'll be two seconds!"
He laughs, spreading his legs and leaning back on the couch, his large hand on his thighs. You clear your throat before remembering he can see you staring, stepping off to the kitchen and trying to turn it into something that looks somewhat presentable. You grab two spoons and the three ice cream tubs from the freezer alongside the Nutella bringing them back into the living room and setting them down on the coffee table, finding Daniel observing the photos on your cabinets, tracing his slender fingers alongside your trinkets and general miscellaneous keepsakes.
"Can I get you a drink?" You blurt out, standing awkwardly. Daniel turns with that crinkly eyed smile, shaking his head.
"I'm good for now...thanks" he sits back on the couch and you join him.
"Nutella and ice cream?" He quizzes, leaning forward to grab a spoon.
"Yeah...it's kinda my comfort food..." I chuckle, unzipping my boots.
"No I love that...I like controlling the ratio..." he nods, looking over his shoulder at you with a curl in his lip and glint in his eye.
Okay that look was definitely a moment.
He notices you struggling with your boots.
âWant me to?â He nods to your boots, holding out his hands for your foot.
You nod and lift your foot, he takes it in his hand effortlessly and the weight lifted is heavenly.
âMmm..â you involuntarily groan, your cheeks reddening.
Daniel turns to look at you with a smirk, his large hands still resting on your calf and knee.
âLong day on your feet?â
âCould say that..â you smile, as his fingertips move to the zip on your inner thigh and your breath hitches at the contact. He moves the zip down slowly, tenderly, you canât take your eyes off his gaze on your leg, his attentiveness making your stomach flutter. He places the boot on the floor and gestures to your other leg, which you lift and sigh at the relief, he lets out a small chuckle.
Daniel rests his hands on your legs, as if to not let you put them back on the floor but not consciously, like he wants you to rest on him.
The two of you share ice cream, more stories, more laughter. Danielâs fingertips trace up your legs, not teasingly, gently. Rubbing the skin softly relieving tension you didnât know you had.
âCan I just have a second?â
Daniel nods, you get up and head to the kitchen, popping out your medication for the evening and pouring a glass of water.
As you put the tablets on your tongue Daniel walks in with the tubs of ice cream, all in one handâŚgod his hands were huge.
âOhâŚsorry IâŚâ
I shake my head and swallow the tablets, turning around.
âNo noâŚsorryâŚI justâŚâ
âI just uhâŚthe ice cream was melting and uhâŚyeahâ
I nod and take them from him, bending and putting them in the freezer, Daniel glances across the counter to your container of medication.
I turn back and smile.
âShall we go back through?â
The two of you head back to the living room, youâre keen to forget the awkward encounter, you know he wants to ask, but the answer will make him wish he never questioned it at all.
You sit back down next to Daniel, your legs curled up and your hand rubs your feet, those boots really did a number on you.
He notices, gesturing with his hand to take your feet.
âWant me to?â
You blush.
âGive me a foot massage?â You ask jokingly. He nods, seriously.
âIf you wantâŚthose boots didnât look the comfiestâŚbeautifulâŚbut not exactly comfyâ he chuckles. You drape your legs over his lap.
âYou think theyâre beautifulâŚâ you snicker.
âYouâreâŚbeautiful I meanâŚâ he looks over at you.
God heâs smooth.
You smile and shake your head, watching as his nimble hands relieve the tension from your feet.
âMmmâŚâ you nod, closing your eyes.
âGood?â You can hear the smile on his lips.
âOh yeahâŚâ
Itâs quiet for a while, comfortable. you didnât think on your first date in 9 months youâd be being given a foot massage on your couch at a measly 10pmâŚbut here you areâŚand you didnât expect to feel soâŚnormal about it.
âSo uhmâŚâ he begins.
Oh no.
âWhat was UhmâŚâ Daniel gestures with his thumb to the kitchen.
âI meanâŚlike are you feeling okay?â He continues.
GreatâŚand you spoke too soon because itâs about to go all wrong.
I shake my head, as if to brush it off.
âItâs nothingâŚjust some meds I have to take every now and againâŚâ
âAre you sureâŚI mean I completely understand if you donât wanna talk about itâŚbut IâŚlook I really like you, and I wanna get to know youâ
You take the jump and open up. About your symptoms, your diagnosis and your daily life. Explaining how tonight was quite a big night for your journey with your health, as itâs the biggest thing youâve done for yourself in a while. How you didnât want to tell him at the table about your situation with alcohol and medication and the complications of mixing the two.
âFuck Iâm so sorry I didnât mean toâŚpressure you or anythingâ
You shake your head, putting your hand on his arm which was still tracing on your leg.
âNoâŚno please donât be sorryâŚyou canât have known itâs okayâŚâ
You continue with your story a little, leaving out the not so glamorous parts of the 2am breakdowns because nothing is cutting the pain, or the calling your best friend because you canât get to the bathroom by yourself.
He listens intently, his eyes never leaving your lips as you ramble on, and his hands continuing their soft tracing of touches on your legs.
You take a breath, satisfied with how much youâve shared, until it feels like too much.
âIâm sorryâŚI-â
âNoâ he cuts you off.
âI meanâŚdonât be sorryâŚthank-youâŚâ he continues.
âThank-you?â You chuckle.
He nods, scoffing slightly.
âYeahâŚI mean that shitsâŚthat shits heavyâŚyou didnât have to trust me with all thatâŚyet you did. All of that and youâre still accommodating to letting people inâŚitâsâŚyeah youâre impressiveâ he nods.
âI wouldnât say impressiveâŚâ
âIt isâŚmaybe itâs my own ignorance orâŚI dunnoâŚbut if you hadnât mentioned anything I wouldnât have suspected a thing. I mean you go to hell and back dailyâŚyet you still, show up, and smileâŚand laughâŚâ Daniel drapes a hand over the back of the couch.
âIâm sure youâve been told before, and it might not mean much anymore when it seems like youâre fighting a losing battleâŚbut youâre strongâŚlike fuckâŚI couldnâtâŚâ he shakes his head.
âWell unfortunately this shit just creeps up on youâŚwhether you can or notâŚyou donât get a sayâŚâ
He nods.
âYouâre rightâŚsorry IâŚâ
âNo noâŚyou donât need toâŚcomfort meâŚIâm not trying to be standoffishâŚitâs justâŚâ
âNo I get itâŚI mean no sorry I donât get itâŚI understand the principle of what youâre suggestingâŚnothing I can say will make it better youâll still wake up tomorrow and do it all againâŚâ
Okay pinch meâŚhe gets it?
I lean my head on his arm thatâs draped behind me on the couch. Smiling at him. He smiles back.
âYour profile doesnât do you justice you know that?â
He chuckles.
âNo?â He raises an eyebrow. You shake your head.
âYouâre gorgeousâŚâ you almost whisper. He scoffs and looks into his lap. He looks back at you, his hand lifting and his fingertips tousling with the hair at the back of your head.
âCâmereâ you whisper, gesturing for him to come closer. His hand moves up your leg, moving it to the side as he moves between your legs. Your hand finds the back of his head and you pull his face to yours as your lips meet, pulling him down onto the couch with you. His hand holds himself up by your head, as the other continues to move up your hip and waist, really holding you, his thumb rubbing over every curve and bone.
The kisses become breathless and heavy, your fingers tightening in his curls as your other hand grips his jaw, your noses knocking and his forehead on yours as he pulls away for air.
âAll that medical talk like foreplay for you ey?â He breathlessly chuckles. You giggle, before dreading the next expected development.
âDaniel IâŚâ
âNot tonightâŚI knowâŚâ he nods warmly.
âIâm sorry IâŚI just-â
âShh shh shhâŚâ he squeezes your hip, looking down at your plump lips and tucking some strand of hair behind your ear. you stare at his warm doe eyes and pink cheeks.
âJust thisâŚthis is okayâŚyouâre more than enough like thisâŚâ
You nod.
God he makes it impossible not to take him right here.
âIs that okay?âŚcan I?âŚâ he looks back down at your lips, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, you nod.
You and Daniel spend some time like this, your lips on each others like teenagers, not testing the waters for something more but instead completely satisfied with it being just this for tonight.
It comes to Daniel leaving, heâs at your front door, flushed cheeked and bearing a shit eating grin.
You lean against the doorframe as he stands in the hallway.
âI had a reallyâŚreally good time tonightâŚI really needed itâŚâ I smiled.
Daniel stood with his hands in his pockets, nodding.
âMe tooâŚI really like youâŚiâŚyeah so if you wanna uhâŚmaybe do something again another time?â
âIâd love toâŚreallyâŚâ you nod.
âYouâre choosing this timeâŚtheme park or movie night hereâŚtime and place Iâll be thereâ he smiles.
You nod, with a smile you know looks cheesy and giddy, but you donât care. Youâre happy.
âCan IâŚget that number then? Or signatureâŚIâm sure I can show it aroundâŚâ you joke, he laughs, wellâŚbellows, scratching the back of his neck.
âOh I uhâŚI wrote my number on the post it in your kitchen earlierâŚI was worried you wouldnât wanna see me again so I thought when you didnât call I could just tell myself you didnât see the noteâ
You laugh and step forward, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into you.
âBelieve me I donât want it to end hereâŚâ I look up through my eyelashes at him, his hands finding my waist and gripping tightly.
âMmâ he hums.
I tiptoe up and press a chaste kiss to his lips.
He nods.
âYeahâŚyeah donât let it end here pleaseâŚâhe chuckles after his almost needy admission.
The two of you part ways, and you get ready for bed giddy, thinking of him and his gentle hands on your feet and calves but their harshness and neediness on your hips. The sound of his laugh and the taste of his lips tainted in your memory. The smell of him lingering in your apartment.
You send a quick text to your best friend.
âHeâs perfect. Deets tomorrow xoxoâ
She responds with a simple, âEEEK! Get it girl!â You laugh.
Sleep claims your body instantly as your head hits the pillow, for once youâre not dreading waking upâŚfor once.
Itâs just gone 11am, youâve been laying in bed for around an hour, just recuperating from last night when your doorbell goes, youâre not expecting a delivery.
You grunt as you push yourself up out of bed, padding barefoot and in an oversized T-shirt to the front door, unlocking and peering through the gap.
âHello?â
âMorningâŚâ
âDaniel?â I pull the door open further in shock, to reveal a hoodie, shorts and snapback clad Daniel, holding a brown paper bag and some coffees.
âI brought some foodâŚease you into today after last night? I can leave it with you or?âŚâ
I shake my head.
âWhat?âŚIâmâŚwhat?â I chuckle out of shock.
âSorryâŚI justâŚI just thought with how much last night must have been for youâŚI could bring you food so itâs one less thing for you to think aboutâŚI know you donât need my comfort but Iâd like to think I can carry some of it for youâŚif you want of courseâŚâ
Is this how first dates usually end up? Who the fuck have I been going on dates with? Where did he spawn from?
You grab the food from him and place it on the counter, grabbing the pocket of his hoodie and dragging him inside, shutting the door behind him.
âWoah I-â
Daniel looks down at you, grinning, as your bodyâs pressed against his.
âWe could always pick up where we left off last night?âŚor justâŚhave breakfastâŚâ you shrug teasingly.
Daniel kicks off his shoes with a grin, bending down and pulling you over his shoulder.
âThis okay?â
You squeal a âyesâ, laughter ringing through your apartment as Daniel stands and carries you over his shoulder to your bedroomâŚactual laughter.
âWe definitely have some unfinished businessâ he grins.
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