#i want that pandemic to be over so i can invite my friend over and sit by a pond in the woods lookin at frogs

[monzamash]

the best man — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 6.5k summary – he’s the best man, you’re the maid of honour. he’s charming and handsome, you’re single and looking for a good time. it’s an open bar wedding in swan valley and oh, he’s your ex boyfriend – what could go wrong? warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language)

It had been 2 years in the making, the event of the decade your best friend had humbly coined her nuptials. And she was right – her and Blake had been waiting for what felt like a lifetime to show their love to the world or more specifically, to nearly 400 of their closest friends and family. It had been quite the build up with a global pandemic getting in the way and coordinating a wedding in Australia when so many of their guests were travelling in from overseas wasn’t easy. But they persevered and had finally made it to their wedding eve, guests from around the world checking into nearby hotels and resorts, excited for their big day.

For you, however, it was the rehearsal dinner that had you on edge from the second you stepped off your delayed Qantas flight that morning – stomach in knots over the unknown of it all. The few details that you were aware of were the ones that had you tangled up; the first being that you were Sarah’s maid of honour, one that you took very seriously but because of the border lockdowns and hectic work schedules, you hadn’t been as involved as you would’ve liked.

The second detail was the one that really had you in a chokehold. Up until this point, you’d avoided the inevitable, relief washing over you every time either Blake or Sarah said he couldn’t make it to the wedding party zoom call or when a suit fitting that Sarah had begged you to come along to was cancelled. Avoiding him had been a breeze so far, your communications kept mediated between your two best friends.

But today was D-day.

“You are rocking that LBD, girlie.”

Sarah’s voice brought you out of your phone and into the present, her bright white smile lighting up the room. It was the happiest you’d even seen your best friend and that alone was enough of a reason to grin and bear what was to come with him.

“Well I am technically single and hopefully out of the thousands of people you’ve invited to your shin-dig, there’s at least one suitor for me to have a crack at,” You winked, “But not your uncle Graham – he’s not my type.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and turned towards the full length mirror propped up beside your chair, “He’s back with Aunty Shirl so don’t worry… But I do know someone else who is single – definitely your type and actually mentioned you a few times last week.”

An interested hum slipped from your lips, curious to know who had been asking about you. Maybe you were in luck.

“Who was it?”

The way Sarah smirked and flicked her long blonde, perfectly curled hair off her shoulder should’ve given her away; “Just a friend of Blake’s – the classic tall, dark and handsome, you know… Brown eyes, absolutely hilarious and such a gentleman…” She continued, her tone teasing.

You blinked a couple of times, completely deadpanned as you stared your best friend down; “You better not be talking about Dan.”

“He’s still hung up on you, babe.” Sarah confessed, treading carefully.

“I don’t care,” You whined, irritated that this conversation was even happening. It had taken you months to move on, to mend your broken heart and now here you were, getting the run around by your supposed best friend who only wanted what was best for you. In her opinion, that was Daniel Ricciardo.

“Well just be civil with him. I know things didn’t end well and I know that you blame him for all of it and rightfully so,” Sarah quickly added, sensing your narrowed stare, “But you did love him once upon a time. A lot. And I know that you love me and wouldn’t do anything to fuck up my moment so get your sexy butt up so I can go see my husband.”

“Aye, aye captain.”

Anything to end this conversation, you thought.

Caversham House was beautiful. Everywhere you looked was picture-perfect – from the balcony overlooking the river to the four-story high waterfall framing the immaculate gardens, not to mention the painstakingly placed candles and floral arrangements hanging in every room. It was spectacular, tastefully extravagant and definitely worth the twelve-month wait.

The rehearsal dinner was strictly wedding party and parents only; everyone would have to wait until tomorrow to witness the event of the decade. Blake was the first person to come up and greet you, having only seen you a couple hours before when you’d arrived at the villas nearby. Michael was closely following behind with his wide smile; always making you feel loved,regardless of what had happened between you and his best friend.

“It’s really good to see you. Been too long, ey?” He asked, the pained inflection on his voice making you pout before you were ushered away by one of the other bridesmaids, promising him that you’d meet him at the bar for a drink later.

He was easy to pick out a crowd. The one who shall not be named; who had broken your heart into a million tiny pieces; who left you with nothing but an empty promise that maybe, one day he would find his way back to you. Utter bullshit.

He was standing with Sarah and her parents who practically raised you, chilled beer in his hand, smiles on their faces and loud laughs rousing the flock of ducks floating across the pond behind them. That fucking smile made you sick because it’s what landed you with said broken heart. Stunned in place, unable to process seeing him again after so long. It had only been six months but it felt like a lifetime without him – and without that stupidly infectious smile.

Daniel was the first to notice you walking over; truth be told, he’d been looking for you the second he stepped out of his hire car twenty minutes ago. Subtle scans of the garden and beyond, peeks over the balcony he was standing on, hoping to see you. He ached thinking about this moment, even last night in his hotel in Perth he thought about you – and whether you would speak to him, or even glance his way. You would have to, right? He was the best man and you were the maid of honour. Surely.

“Hi guys,” You smiled, confidence summoned out of nowhere, surprising yourself. Sarah’s parents were quick to pull you into a cuddle, claiming that you were too cool and way too busy for them these days, which the latter was true. You felt guilty but also knew they understood. They appreciated the little moments like this where they could get their whole family together again and you felt lucky to be a small part of that.

“We were just talking to Daniel about the season starting in a few weeks – are you going to be at the first race, love?” Sarah’s mum asked, and you hadn’t even registered that she was talking to you, assuming that everyone knew by now that you and Daniel had broken up.

Her question, albeit innocent, felt like a punch to the gut – one of the many painful reminder of how interconnected your life together had been for so many years. She wasn't the last person that weekend to remind you of what you'd lost, opening old wounds over and over.

“Actually Mum, I should go and find Blake and get started – your seats are over here…” Sarah was quick to jump into action, ushering her parents over to their table and leaving you and Daniel alone for what felt like the longest minute of your life.

He looked nervous but happy to see you. He looked jetlagged like you, and the way his frazzled curls fell onto his face indicated that the humidity had gotten to him already, the obscene summer heat doing the same to you. The small smile tugging on the sides of his mouth eased you, the quiet whistle he made also allowed you to relax. He was good at filling in uncomfortable silences – you, not so much.

“So…” You drawled, pondered out loud trying to fill the void, “Keeping well?”

Daniel stopped whistling and stifled a laugh at your seemingly innocuous question, “Really?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” You sharply shot back, chuckling at his judgement, “Great to see you? How’s the family? Like…”

Daniel shuffled his feet on the pavement and looked up at the darkening sky above, “No, you’re right – I’m sorry. It’s just… so fucking weird seeing you after – after everything that happened in Austin,” He leaned forward and whispered, eyes boring into yours as he spoke.

You gave him a small nod, hard features softening the longer you held his stare. You always felt safe in those eyes but right now, you couldn’t let yourself get lost in them like you usually would. Daniel could sense your vulnerability and averted his gaze to his sneakers, saving you both from the heartache.

“I know but I don’t want to stress them out,” You looked over at Sarah and Blake who were speaking with their MC, “So let’s keep our distance and get through the weekend without any drama, please?”

Daniel frowned at your suggestion, wanting the complete opposite of distance but he knew he had no right to fight you on it “Sure...” He settled, a pang of disappointment shooting through his chest, “I can do that.”

“Great.”

You turned on your heel and set your sights on the job at hand. It was no mean feat being the maid of honour to someone as capricious as Sarah but she was glowingly in love; blissful compared to a week ago when she called you in the middle of the night crying, thinking that she’d forgotten to book a DJ. Of course you reassured her and sent her the wedding itinerary for the hundredth time that week, easing her nerves like only a best friend could.

And Daniel was in the same predicament, moving around the room wrangling groomsmen into their agreed upon seating arrangement. All of this ensuing chaos hidden behind your respective smiles and you knew then that at some point you would have to join forces; like you did when you were together. Five years of being the dream team.

“Why did they decide to have a million people in their wedding party?” You whispered once everyone was seated; now waiting for the bride and groom to make their entrance.

Daniel chuckled as he shuffled closer to you, the cologne you’d bought him for his birthday years ago filling your nostrils. It warmed your heart to know that he was still wearing it after the break up, no doubt that it reminded him of you every time he put it on. So many memories tied up in the smell of that cologne.

“Makes no sense to me but I’m proud of you for not slapping Izzy when she refused to sit next to Mark,” Daniel whispered causing a stifled laugh to slip from your smirking lips, “You did good, chook.”

Your nickname fell from his lips too easily, too familiar and your eyes rolled involuntarily. Of course he’d call you that, pushing the boundaries because there had never been a moment in the time that you’d known Daniel where he wouldn’t step over a blurred line. Hell, that’s how it started with him – a drunken night out and breakfast the next morning. He was nothing if not persistent and loved that once upon a time. But for now, you both had to be laser focused on the people who had found each other because of the two of you – a blind date turned into happily ever after.

“You did good too.”

You stayed true to your word and got a drink with Michael once the rehearsal was over – taking full advantage of the complimentary drinks being served by the luxurious resort you were all staying at. As you caught up with Michael, you couldn’t help but scan around the ballroom, unable to fathom how picturesque this place was in real life. It was heaven on earth.

Months ago, you found out that Daniel had been the one to suggest the venue after Blake and Sarah’s original plans fell through during the pandemic and the days following that revelation were tough. Crying yourself to sleep kind of tough. Caversham House had been written in your dream journal since yours and Daniel’s third anniversary – you remembered his words like they were said yesterday.

“My cousin got married at this amazing mansion in Swan Valley last year. One of the most beautiful places in the world…”

It was a throw away comment; an observation that Daniel may not have even realised struck you so much. But you went home that night and googled it; concluding that if Daniel ever proposed and you got to plan your wedding, Caversham House would be the place you would marry the love of your life. You never voiced that to Daniel and sadly, that day never came.

But years later here you were, watching your best friend living out your dream and you couldn’t have been happier for her – for them. Daniel had missed his chance, thrown it all away for god knows what and you couldn’t help but feel your blood starting to boil as he approached you and Michael sitting at the bar, your memories like little daggers sharpening in your mind.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” Daniel tentatively asked, a fresh beer in hand and a sheepish smile on his face. He knew he was.

“Nah mate. Pull up a seat if you want,” Michael replied and tugged out the stool beside him but Daniel glanced down at you with wide eyes, seeking permission before taking up Michaels offer.

“Join us.”

It was subtle but you could see Daniel exhale a sigh of relief, you knew him better than anyone. You could see the weight lifting from his shoulders as he sat across from you, trying to temper his joy that you'd agreed to have him anywhere near you.

And in typical Daniel fashion, he slotted into the group seamlessly, never an awkward pause of silence or a lull in conversation whenever he was around. He was the social butterfly, the one everyone loved and you were always content with that when you were together. After the split, it became obvious how much everyone loved him and you lost touch with most of your mutual friends – Michael included.

It was a bitter pill to swallow and you resented him in the beginning but watching him talk, crack the odd joke here and there you could understand why. Like Sarah had noted in her room earlier, he was the whole package but he broke your heart. And he regretted that every second of every day. He’d tried so hard to forget the way you smiled, the way you giggled softly, trying to suppress the real laugh that only he ever got to hear. You were glowing under the lights, hair swirling around in the evening breeze and Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The grimace on his face when you caught him made you smile, eyes narrowed with suspicion as he shrugged and mouthed, I’m sorry. You mirrored his shrug and took a sip of the glass of white wine he’d gotten you when he got up to get himself a drink. Truth be told, you couldn't keep your eyes of him either.

Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting alone – Michael made up some story that he needed to speak with Blake and that he would be back but he never returned. And you hadn’t really even noticed his absence until your phone buzzed on the table between you and Daniel.

“… But being back on the farm over the break was nice – the kids asked where you were and said that they missed you a bunch of times.”

Daniel noticed the way you looked at your phone. The small smile followed by the lip bite gave you away and he couldn’t ignore the way his stomach dropped, knowing that expression all too well. It was one he’d been on the receiving end of so many times. You flipped your phone over, screen down and returned to your conversation with apologetic eyes, “Sorry, what did you say? Something about the farm?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” Daniel smiled and nodded towards your phone, “Answer him if you need to.”

You were slightly caught of guard, naively thinking you’d kept your cards close to you chest. Or maybe you had and Daniel was baiting to see if you’d admit that you were talking to someone new, finally moving on after six months. He was hard to read but he knew you better than anyone and you hated the way he was watching you, waiting for a response.

“Nah, all good. It’s not a serious thing,” You stupidly confessed, internally face palming as the words slipped from your loose lips.

“But it is a thing?” Daniel was quick to enquire, selfishly wanting to know whether or not you had moved on, if he'd missed his chance.

“Forget I said anything, please,” You swiftly replied, taking a gulp of wine and wilfully hoping he would drop it. He didn’t want to but he could see the warning in your stern gaze, silently begging him not to interrogate you over this, not here.

“I just want you to be happy.” Daniel landed on; honest eyes boring into yours as he clasped his hands together and sighed loudly into the cool air. 

“I was happy with you and then you threw it away like it meant nothing to you,” You breathed, hands expressively falling to your sides and busying your fingertips on the hem of your dress.

“You mean – meant more to me than anything. I just… woke up one day and realised that you deserved better; more than what I could give you being away for months on end,” He quietly replied, the words feeling dry as he explained why he’d cut you lose and broke your heart.

The scoff erupting in your throat caught Daniel’s attention, “Don’t you think I should’ve been the person deciding that, not you?”

“Of course but in the moment it felt like the right thing to do and I fucked up… I really, really screwed it up, chook. Do you ever think–”

Suddenly, you heard your name being shouted from across the lawn, both you and Daniel snapping your heads around to see Sarah waving her arms like a maniac trying to get your attention, “Time for bed, guys! Early start tomorrow."

Neither or you wanted to end the conversation there, on a cliffhanger because simply being close to each other again fuelled something internally that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He gave you strength whenever he was near and you gave him solace, a sense of calm that nobody else could ever replicate. And tearing yourselves away from that was hard, so much so that a stand off had begun.

“After you,” Daniel motioned with a smirk, reading you like a book.

“You just want me to go first so you can check out my arse in this dress,” You teased and poked his shoulder, “Pervert.”

“Absolute tickets but honestly, yeah…” He winked as you stood up and smoothed out the dress that had ridden up slightly, his eyes shamelessly scanning your outfit, “Unbelievable.”

A blush crept up your neck as his words washed over you but you couldn’t let him see that, “Goodnight, Daniel.” You said, turning on your heel and fleeing the scene as quickly as you could, but not without a little strut as you walked away.

Daniel exhaled deeply and watched you until you were out of his sight, not even noticing the dip in the couch he was sitting on.

“Put your tongue back in ya mouth and go to bed.”

Michael had caught him red handed and now it was hit turn to furiously blush. He was down bad and had no idea how he was supposed to sleep, knowing you were a couple of villas down, thinking about him, thinking about you. He missed you in so many ways, the obvious ones now being the ones on his mind as he lay in bed, fingers trawling through his hair as he tried to think of anything else but you. What eventually lulled him to sleep was the promise of tomorrow – a new beginning.

After a couple of hours of complete and utter panic, the weather had finally decided to put on a show for the newlyweds. The clouds that had dampened the morning vanished as soon as the fleet of vintage cars rolled up the stoned driveway, arriving fashionably late. You had done your best to calm Sarah but she was already teary, eyes blinking rapidly in attempt to control the tears threatening to ruin her make up. Just breathe, you’d whispered as her sister made her way down the carpeted aisle, sun shinning down on the gorgeous archway at the top of the stairs.

“Let’s go and get you married to the man of your dreams, hey?”

That was all you needed to say before Sarah nodded and pushed you towards the open doors, one last wink giving you the reassurance that she would be right behind you. The ceremony was beautiful; there were many tears and laughter rumbling through the large crowd when Blake made a joke about her being stuck with him for the rest of her life. Everything else flew by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Daniel was reaching out for your hand, clasping it gently in his as he guided you down the stairs and out to the balcony where the photos were going to be taken before joining the reception.

“Champagne?” Daniel asked you, flute already locked and loaded in his hand – he knew you couldn’t resist a glass of bubbly, not after such a stressful morning.

“Please and thank you,” You sighed, taking a sip and glancing over at the happy couple who had already started doing photos together.

“Can’t believe it’s actually happened.”

Daniel followed your eye line and smiled, “Who knew 4 years ago when we set them up that we’d end up here…” He pondered out loud and you agreed, you never would’ve guessed it, "It's amazing."

“I said it back then and I stand by it now; we should be professional match-makers. We’re literally 1 for 1 right now,” You enthused, reflecting Daniel’s grin.

“Oh, we’re fucking killing it. Alright, let’s see…” He trailed off and looked around the balcony at the other groomsmen and bridesmaids making small talk, “What about big Mike? Been single for a while now and way too obsessed with my shit so getting him laid would benefit me too… Izzy’s single, right?”

“She is!” You whispered a little too enthusiastically that Daniel jumped back and laughed, “But she’s a commitment girl so I don’t think a hit it and quit it vibe or his travelling would be a good match. Marcia is a bit rogue… definitely single and down for anything, I reckon... Ooo, this is too much fun!”

Daniel chuckled and soaked in your excitement – it had been so long since he’d seen you smile like that, so free and uninhibited. Like his simple existence wasn’t sucking the life out of you and wasn’t making you miserable for the first time in over a year. He felt guilty taking so much emotionally from you, the toll of his work effecting both of you in the end. He hadn’t said it out loud but he knew that his mental health was having a detrimental effect on you but you loved him. Loved him with every cell in your body and you would never have given up on him. And little did he know, you still hadn’t after all this time.

“You are so beautiful.”

Daniel’s words surprised you and there was a second of silence before he doubled down with a soft laugh, “Like, breathtakingly beautiful.”

What you did next startled Daniel. Your hand brushed over the buttons on his light blue jacket, fingertips gently readjusting the small flower arrangement pinned on the lapel as you took in his compliment. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t ignite a spark within, a small flutter of your heart making you blush as he reached out and grasped your hips in his warm hands. The silk was soft under his palms, barely even a second passed before you melted into his touch, wishing for more than a friendly exchange.  

“Thank you,” You whispered, eyes flickering up through your thick eyelashes – his brown ones gleaming with joy as you trailed your hands down his chest and gave him a soft push towards the photographers standing behind him, “Get that million dollar smile ready, Ricciardo because I think we’re being summoned.”

He continued to seek you out for the rest of the night, hypnotised by the smell of your perfume and the softness of your touches; the latter caused by the couple of glasses of wine you’d consumed.

Daniel loved it when you were a tiny bit tipsy. He loved the little giggles that you gifted him and the way you hung onto him just that little bit longer. The memories of the two of you stumbling down the footpath outside your home together last summer, barely making it up the stairs and through the door came flooding back when you whispered in his ear, “You are so bloody handsome.”

“Excuse me?” He chuckled; hand sprawled over the small of your back as he placed his jacket over your shoulders, “You heard me,” You shot back, smirk plastered across your face as you grasped his hand. “Come dance with me.”

Daniel had been waiting for you to ask, praying you’d be the one to drag him out onto the dance floor. You knew what you wanted and you didn’t hesitate throwing your arms over his shoulders, forcing his hands to snake down yours sides and grasp your swaying hips. The floor was packed with people dancing along to the DJ who was mainly spinning 90s R&B – a personal favourite of yours and the bride.

Daniel was in heaven as your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the music transporting you back to the first time you met – the night when your life changed in the blink of an eye. He knew to savour it, never taking your intimacy for granted because he knew that you were hurting more than him, and you had every right to be. But in that moment, as he looked down into your glossy eyes, he saw the woman he fell in love with – the one he loved more than anything in the entire world. His girl.

You were barely inches apart when he leaned down and kissed you; lips ghosting before taking what they wanted, what they craved. Even though it was Daniel making the first move, you were going to if he didn't soon and the smile erupting on your face when he pulled back reassured him that he’d made the right call. Cutting the tension with a knife and making your blush under the thick layer of makeup that hadn’t budged all day.

There was a short pause as you stared at each other, unsure whether you were fully on the same page or not but Daniel didn’t want to wait any longer. He’d waited nearly six months to be with you, to touch you; to taste you.

“Do you wanna…?”

“Yes!” You hastily replied, making Daniel chuckle before he wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you off the dance floor and away from the loud music; both of you wildly aroused and tingling with anticipation.

The mansion where the reception was being held was enormous. Guest bedroom after guest bedroom lined the hallways so you were a little shocked when you were pulled into a bathroom at the end of the passageway. It was massive, bigger than your kitchen back home and the sconces hanging from the dark walls looked nearly 100 years old, barely emitting any light. It was definitely setting a mood and you weren't complaining at all.

“There’s locks on the bathrooms but not the bedrooms,” Daniel explained, sensing your surprise at his choice of location. You nodded and reached out for him, already missing the way his body felt on yours as he pinned you against the tiled wall, heat radiating down your spine as he feverishly kissed you again.

“You’ve done me in dirtier places,” You moaned and he chuckled against your neck, lips travelling across your collarbone and between your perky breasts.

The fire that had been smouldering in the pit of your stomach all night was being stoked by his firm touch, every trace of a fingertip or rough tug on your sensitive skin making you whimper with excitement. You needed him to fuck you good.

“I’d do you anywhere, honey.”

You hummed and roughly grappled Daniel’s curls between your fingers as he dipped down further and grasped the hem of your dress. A small shrug was enough to let the thick suit jacket he had given you fall to the ground, goose bumps erupting all over your arms as he left a trail of sloppy kisses up your thighs; stopping right where you wanted him and letting the flowy material of your dress drape over his head, disappearing from your sight. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew you loved nothing more than his warm breath fanning between your thighs, glistening all for him.

“I want you to fuck me against this mirror,” You strongly suggested through batted eyelashes as he returned into view, a smirk painted on the supple lips that were seconds away from devouring you.

“Don’t want my tongue?” Daniel cheekily asked, still crouched down and gazing up at you with those big brown eyes, waiting for your response. “Maybe later,” You whispered, watching as he jumped up with a grin, eager to fulfil whatever you desired.

“Hands up where I can see them, ma’am,” Daniel playfully ordered and you played along, holding your hands up in the air as he spun you around so you were facing the dark mirror. You could feel yourself soaking through your flimsy panties and if you could feel it, Daniel definitely could as he slid his hand into the lace, cupping you gently and stroking a single finger through your folds.

“Spread ‘em,” He whispered into your ear before pressing a firm to your temple and kicking your heeled feet apart.

Your hands were gripping the sink in front of you; white knuckling already but knowing that this wasn’t anything compared to what Daniel could do to you. He once had you bucking on his thigh like it was the last orgasm you were ever going to have, screaming in pleasure like you were being tortured. And now, all you could think about was his hard dick pressing against your backside, taunting you under the thick material of his trousers.

“Danny,” You quietly moaned through gritted teeth and Daniel knew what that moan meant, not wasting a second before unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down to his ankles. He did the same with your underwear, except he bent all the way down to rid you of them so he could keep them in his discarded jacket pocket for safekeeping.

“I’m gonna need those back, sir.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t think so,” Daniel teased, standing back up straight and catching your eyes in the reflection in front of him.

“Gotta be quiet for me, okay?” He sweetly whispered, tongue swiping across the shell of your ear as he teased your hole with his soft tip, the feeling of your excitement mingling together making your shiver, “Already feels so good.”

You hummed as Daniel nudged forward, his thickness took your breath away as you closed your eyes and leaned over the sink a little more; taking all of him, inch by inch. He could feel how tight you were, trying to not let his mind wander to whether you’d been fucked by anyone else since the break up. Because if you had, he knew it wasn’t anything compared to how good he could do you with the way you were already choking back moans. Whimpering for more.

“Relax for me, honey. The clenching feels crazy fuckin’ good for me but I need you to just take me nice and slow,” Daniel coached, smoothing his palms over your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth against him, “God, your arse really is something else,” He rasped, lightly tapping your rump as you looked up at him in the mirror, narrowed eyes sending him a stern warning.

“Don’t even think about it and don’t try the whole ‘oh, I accidently slipped’ trick because I know you,” You playfully scowled, trying to hide the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

Daniel tipped his head back and cackled at you calling him out, revelling in the banter and the fact you knew him inside and out. He’d missed being called out on his shit and he loved nothing more than when you teased him during sex, the laughter ringing off the walls while he watched himself disappear into you.

“You’re tight enough already, baby so no shenanigans tonight,” Daniel groaned and jutted his hips forward, jolting you closer to the mirror in the process. He readjusted his tight grip on the satin dress that he'd bunched up around your hips and caught your gaze in the reflection again, “I bet old mate texting you last night couldn’t fuck you like this, ey?”

“Never gave him the chance,” You panted in reply, eyes trained on Daniel’s as he pounded into you, thighs trembling in pleasure as he stalked you, every little wince or twitch never went unnoticed and you felt hot under his gaze, his hot breath and soft groans fanning into your ear.

“Good. No man deserves you, honey – not even me.”

The little burst of confidence his words gave you spurred you on as you bounced back and met his hips with a slap, quickening the pace and really pushing the limits on how loud you could be in such a public setting. Your voice was coarse and your knees were quivering as Daniel trailed his hands up to your chest, boobs practically spilling out of the satin dress as he bucked into you. He gently pulled down the loose fabric, along with the lacy bra and cupped your breasts in his hands, using them as leverage as he fucked into you. Proudly watching his work unfold in front of him.

The feeling of his rough palms massaging your breasts was enough to cause a loud, pornographic moan to rip from your throat – one that could’ve been heard for miles. One of Daniel’s hands shot up and covered your mouth in an attempt to keep you as quiet as he could while got you off, wanting nothing more than having come undone around his stiff cock.

“Look at how damn sexy you are right now,” Daniel grumbled, eyes trained on yours so intensely. You nodded and moaned into his palm, feeling like your souls were re-connecting as he slowed down the pace and relished the feeling of you wrapped around him, bouncing on that dick so perfectly. He was in paradise.

Until the handle on the bathroom door started jiggling beside you, the loud bang that followed made both you both jump out of your perspiring skin. Daniel’s hand lingered over your mouth, his dick stilled inside you as the handle rattled again – more aggressively this time. The person on the other side didn’t say anything; the only sound swirling around the humid air was bated breath, both of you winded from the adrenaline. And from how exciting it felt nearly being caught with him filling you to the brim.

“Fuck,” Daniel whispered as he looked up at you and dipped his head into the crook of your neck, “Do you wanna keep going?”

The deviant side of your brain was screaming hell yes but the rational voice that kept you level headed was telling you to hit the pause button. It was risky enough doing the deed so publicly, something that you and Daniel never shied away from but right now, when you were both supposed to be at the beck and call of your best friends at their wedding; it all seemed a little bit decadent.

“We should get back,” You whispered, confirming what Daniel already assumed as he slowly pulled out and strategically manoeuvred his semi hard dick into the waistband of his underwear, attempting to hide how hard he still was in those deliciously tight pants.

“Good call… but uh, that was fun,” He stuttered and watched you smooth out your dress, his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head as you looked in the mirror and gently wiped under your eyes; removing any signs that you’d just been fucking your ex in a bathroom.

“Really fun,” You replied, wicked smile lining your smudged lips as Daniel stepped forward and helped you back into his suit jacket.

“We should do it again some time…”

“Absolutely – when were you thinking?”

“Oh, I dunno…” He pondered with a cunning smirk, “Maybe like, now?”

You chewed your bottom lip between your front teeth and sighed; you loved that he wanted you as much as you wanted him, both dying to finish what you started and maybe indulge in even more bad behaviour. It was like old times but different - good different.

“I’m staying in the Cliffside suite so… meet you there in halfa?”

Daniel clapped his hands enthusiastically and rubbed them together, “Sounds like a great fucking plan to me,” He agreed, grinning big and gently pushing you towards the door he was opening for you, looking both ways down the hallway.

“You go first so I can watch you walk away from me in that dress,” Daniel quietly teased as you sashayed down the hallway and back to where the reception was still going strong, “You are killing me!”

“I know!” You shouted back, flipping him the middle finger before spotting Sarah on the dance floor, eyes suspiciously narrowed as you shimmied over to her, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“Where did you get to?!” She yelled over the music, definitely on her way to being drunk from the flutes of champagne that were still being served by the gallon.

“Just needed to freshen up!” You shouted back and looked over your shoulder at Daniel who had joined a conversation near the bar.

There was a giddy feeling that washed over you after you turned back to Sarah and listened to her ramble about how good the music was and how much fun she was having. It was a familiar feeling; the same one you had the night you met Daniel all those years ago. But now, in his home state, surrounded by so many people you loved, you had both been gifted the rare chance to start over.

To fall in love all over again. This was your second chance at a happily ever after.

a//n – thank you for all the support and patience on this one! thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing x

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just for a second - Lando x fem reader

Summary: Y/N "dated" Lando for a while but life happens and sometimes it isn't a fairy tale.

Warnings: Fluff and a sad ending.

Word Count: 17K

Notes: Please, no second part requests. This is me trying to deal with personal stuff I don't know how to work out, and writing helps me get it out. I wrote it in a rush so excuse the mistakes.

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An Instagram DM request called your attention, when clicking on the notification his name froze you. You doubted about opening it.

After panicking for a couple of minutes you finally did.

LvNg4Lf Hey, I will be in Italy next week. Can I take you out for some dinner?

Your heart rushed a million miles an hour.

You had kept yourself busy for the last year to keep him out of your mind, but the moment his stupid face and name appeared on your phone it all came back.

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Ana, your best friend and roommate asked softly as if not to scare you.

"Sorry, yes" you answered matching her tone

"Are you sure? You're biting your nails again"

You removed your hand from your mouth.

"He messaged me"

"Who?" You just stared at her. "Oh hell no, what does he want?"

"He will be here next week, he wants to buy me dinner"

"Why?"

"Don't know"

"What did you say?"

"I haven't answered"

"Are you going?"

"I don't know"

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know, I thought a year would be enough to get over it, but I guess not" you said signaling your bitten nails.

"I don't know what to tell you"

"It's ok, I don't know what I need to hear"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Hell, no, it's your anniversary dinner. You go, I will be fine"

"Are you sure, I can tell-"

"Go" You pushed her off the couch "Say hi to Leo from me. Have fun"

"Ok, but message me if you need anything"

"I won't and you know it, go!" You pushed her out the door and sat back on the couch, your phone on the coffee table. How could something so insignificant as a message have you losing your mind?

You and Lando had met in the UK at a Quadrant shooting, your boss was in charge of the art department for the shooting but that weekend he had caught a bad cold, and after the pandemic, anything close to the mild flu meant someone else had to take the job and that's how you found yourself in a meeting room with Lando, Max and the rest of the creative team.

It was an instant click, he was funny, and smart, and much to your surprise he had a good eye for colors, textures, and lighting, he was clearly an amateur but better than a few of your "professional" coworkers.

The shooting was long but so entertaining and with such an amazing vibe between you and Lando, when he offered to drive you to your hotel you didn't hesitate and said yes.

It was all super friendly, both of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time, you sat in his car talking well past 5 am.

The next morning you got an Instagram follow request from a weird account and a DM request.

LvNg4Lf Hi, it's Lando, last night was so much fun, it was amazing working with you. I would love to invite you to lunch and talk about future projects. This is my personal account, please don't share it.

The next day the group chat was exploding with messages asking you for details about your hot night with the F1 driver, but there was nothing to tell, it had been all innocent.

The dates started as innocent work meetings but slowly the topics drifted from work to more personal stuff, then the Instagram DMs became more and more frequent, and before you realized you started seeing each other for movie nights and dinner dates. The first kiss happened one night after dinner, he was dropping you off at your flat. He had been weird all night as if something was bothering him, you were worried something was wrong.

"Thanks so much for dinner" You said as he helped you out of his car. "Please let me know when-" He pulled you hard against him placing his hand on your cheek.

"Don't hate me, please" He whispered, and joined your lips shyly.

You kissed him back, it was as natural as all those dates. His soft lips against yours felt amazing.

"I'm sorry" he said out of breath as his forehead rested against yours.

"Don't" You gave a quick peck to his lips.

Just a kiss was shared that night, even when your body was asking for more, and judging by the bulge pressing against your hip, he was craving more too, but neither of you wanted to rush it.

It was just a situationship but it was intense. You kept it down on the low, only your roommate and best friend, and his best friend knew about it. You could see how everyone treated the other "WAGS" and your mental stability wasn't ready for that kind of pressure, especially when you didn't even know what was happening.

He was flying straight back to London after every race, staying over at your house or you going to his, spending as much time together as you could. Movie nights and romantic dinners in either of your places were the usual, but you didn't care about not being outside. His arms around your body, him kissing your forehead, neck, and lips, was better than any date outside, you couldn't keep your hands off each other and didn't want to risk being caught in public.

You were falling, and falling hard. Once you even flew to surprise him at a doubleheader, spending one amazing week with him, living the full F1 experience.

His personal brand had reached a high peak and his management advised him to move to Monaco, it was a good economic decision. He was so excited when he told you about it as he showed you the apartment he had just leased, but all you could think about was what about the "relationship"?

It was the post-sex rush that made him ask you to move with him to Monaco, but it wasn't that easy. You loved your job, and you had worked so hard to get to the position you had now, leaving the country for a situationship wasn't the smartest idea, especially when he wasn't sure about going public or even formalizing. Another suggestion from his team. His Playboy era had proved to be a great marketing strategy, his merch sales had increased the moment he broke up with his last girlfriend, so getting into a relationship was strongly discouraged.

You spoke about it once, but in the end, moving with him or him staying in London was out of the question.

You avoided the topic for the last couple of weeks you were together. He spent his last night in the UK at your place, since his place had been emptied. It was as lovely as every night you had been together, but you couldn't shake away the bitter taste of him leaving and not knowing what would come next,

"We will find a way to make this work, ok?" He whispered against your lips as you said your goodbyes.

"Promise?"

"Yes" he kissed you deeply, biting your lip one last time.

He got in his car and drove off.

You kept in touch, facetime was your best friend for a few weeks, but slowly the communication started to lessen. He had a lot of work with Quadrant and the races, and you received an offer to lead the company's office in Italy which kept you crazy busy.

You moved to Italy a couple months after he had left for Monaco. Thank God, your best friend found a way to move with you thanks to her remote work, keeping you company whenever you needed to vent about your situationship. Around that time you were messaging just a couple times every couple of weeks.

Slowly whatever you had faded away, and even when you still had feelings for him, you did your best to keep yourself busy trying to bury whatever you felt under tons of work and meaningless dates.

But now, his message pulled all those feelings back up, and they were as strong as they were a year ago.

Y/USERNAME Y/workadress, on Friday I'm off at 5

LvNg4Lf Great, see you on Friday

Thank God, Ana spent the rest of the week at her boyfriend's, when she texted you asking about Lando you just replied "I'm not sure yet", she had such a strong mom vibe she would've rushed home just to talk to you about it, ruining Leo's anniversary plans.

"Y/n, somebody's waiting for you in the lobby" one of your workmates said as she entered the meeting room, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Thanks, Lis" You gattered your things nervously.

"Who's the cutie?"

"An old friend" you said escaping her interrogation, you were anxious enough to also worry about the office gossiping about your relationships.

The moment the elevator doors opened you recognized him, his back was facing your way, but the curls were unforgettable, and his arms those damn arms.

"Hey" you softly said standing behind him.

"Hi" A big smile on his face as he took you in his arms.

You hugged him back, it was as if no time had passed. He was bigger, stronger, and his back was broader, but still, your body fitted inside his embrace like a glove, and his scent, you had missed it so much.

He took your bag and jacket as he walked you to his car. Inside he handed you his phone.

"What?" You asked confused, he was usually the designated DJ.

"Your address"

"Why?"

"You need to pack for the weekend"

"What? I thought we were just having dinner"

"Do you trust me?" he stared at you making your heart rush.

"Calm down, Aladdin"

His particular laugh melted your heart, you hadn't realized how much you missed that sound.

You typed your address and started the route.

You shared small talk, he asked you about your day at work and you asked about his trip there.

"Go, I will wait here, I need to make a couple calls" He opened the door and offered his hand to help you out.

"What should I pack for?"

"Whatever you might need for a weekend, if anything is missing we can buy it, now go" He kissed your forehead and took out his phone as you rushed up to your apartment.

You took a quick shower, shaved, and trimmed where it was needed, not that you were expecting anything to happen, as far as you knew this was all friendly, but you didn't want to get caught offward.

"Holly shit, you're not going to believe who I saw-" Ana barged into your room as you were searching for a dress in your closet.

"-what are you doing?" She asked approaching the suitcase on your bed. You just turned and gave a nervous smile. "He invited you to have dinner, and you weren't even sure you were going, now you're packing?"

"Well..."

"Why are you packing? Are you escaping, want to jump in my car's trunk?"

"I'm not escaping, I'm not sure, he just told me to pack for the weekend"

"What if he's kidnapping you to take you to Monaco, should I call the police?"

"I'm not going to Monaco!"

"Not yet" A hint of sadness in her voice.

"I'm not, I swear, we're just doing something that I'm not sure what it is, but I'm not moving anywhere."

"Well, I guess the only thing we're sure about is that sex is part of the plan" She said pulling out the Victoria's Secret set you had packed.

"You never know" you answered with a cheeky smile.

You finished packing and rushed to the door.

"Please take care, be careful, and call me if you need anything, I will send the Italian troops your way immediately"

"Thanks, I will keep you posted" You hugged her and rushed downstairs, Lando placed your bag on the back of his truck and started driving without a map.

"Are you telling me where are we going?" You interrupted the conversation.

"Nope" A proud grin on his face.

"Are we going to Monaco?" You asked shyly.

"Do you want to go to Monaco?" He turned to look at you, some seriousness on his face.

"I'm just asking" You turned your blushing cheeks towards the passenger window.

You kept a casual conversation, the nerves were fading away but then he placed his hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched, it was a normal gesture when you were together, but now it felt like your leg was on fire.

A little over two hours later you were driving on a dirt road toward a lit-up old-style chalet.

He took both your bags, placed the code on the pad at the door and a beautiful living room appeared. It was one of those fairytale-like chalets.

"Follow me" He walked up some stairs to the only room in the house.

"One room?"

"I didn't think you would mind us sharing a bed. If you don't feel like it, I can sleep on the sofa" A hint of shame in his voice.

"No!" you said a little too loud. "I mean, I just... this is all just a surprise, that's it" You walked towards the bed and sat on it. He placed the bags next to the closet and walked towards you, he sneaked between your legs and you hugged him by the waist as his hands wrapped around your shoulders.

"Want to explore before it gets darker?" He kissed your hair.

"Sure" You followed him through the back door.

It was such a beautiful place, a jacuzzi was just outside the living room door, facing the Italian countryside. Not a single sign of other people for miles and miles.

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers as you walked through the dimly lit path. The conversation was about it all, your new job, the F1 season so far, just like old times.

Night fell and you walked back to the chalet, the full moon giving you enough light not to need the phone flashlight.

You prepared dinner and sat in the living room to watch a movie. After you finished eating you found yourself leaning against his chest, Aladdin playing on the flat screen as his fingers softly played with your hair, and yours traced the veins on his arm around your waist. A knot in your throat, you missed this so much.

As Aladdin was kissing Princess Jazmine after defeating Jafar his finger found your chin, turning it softly towards him. You stared deep into his eyes, your breath hitched when his tongue traced his lips. You moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled him to join your lips. The kiss was soft, but filled with emotion.

His tongue entered your mouth as you turned your body to face him completely. His hands found your thighs guiding you to straddle him.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked breaking the kiss, as much as he was dying to be with you he wanted to make sure you were ok.

"Yes" you answered leaving a soft kiss on his nose.

That was all he needed to hear and in no time you were naked, his lips traveling to the places he missed the most. The moment he entered you it was as if you were two pieces from the same puzzle.

Magical, wasn't enough to describe the weekend. You had sex in every single surface of that chalet as if you were trying to make up for lost time. Even the sex in the jacuzzi was amazing, you had heard a ton of stories discouraging you from doing it in the water but it had been one of the best experiences in your life.

It was the early hours of Sunday, and you had to leave the chalet that afternoon. Your head on Lando's chest as his fingers traced figures on your back. A sudden feeling of sadness took over your body. A couple tears escaped your eyes.

"Y/n?" Lando took your face when he felt a warm tear on his chest and you sobbed silently.

"I'm ok" You said trying to sound normal.

"Come here" He sat up, his back against the headboard and he pulled you to straddle him, this time it wasn't sexual, he just needed you close. His face showed he was as unsure as you were, bringing more tears to your eyes.

"I know" he softly said as you laid your head on his chest and finally let the tears fall freely.

When the tears had eased you lifted your head back. Seeing your red eyes and nose broke his heart.

"You're thinking the same, right?" You lowly asked as you saw his eyes starting to water.

"Complicated?" his voice hoarsed from the tears he was holding back.

"Yes"

"You seem happy in Italy"

"You seem happy in Monaco"

He nodded and you leaned your head back on his chest as fresh tears fell from your eyes.

"Having you by my side would make me happier" he softly said as his fingers played with your hair.

"Same"

You knew that for now, this was impossible. As much as you loved being with him, you loved your work, your life in Italy was amazing and you couldn't ask him to do something you weren't willing to do yourself. Maybe you didn't love him as much as you thought, but why was this hurting so much? You could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces as his chest moved in a way that let you know he was crying too.

"I'm sorry" He whispered

"Don't, it was amazing, it's just...life"

"This fucking life"

"Ok" you took a deep breath and whipped your cheeks. "We still have a few hours, let's make the most of them"

He smiled, his eyes still shining from the tears, which made you sigh. "But first" He kissed your neck. "One more?" he pulled you down grinding your body against his growing bulge.

"Let's see if we can fit two" You smiled against his lips and hugged his neck.

After leaving the chalet you stopped by a small trattoria, eating slowly, enjoying every bite. Back on the road he was driving the speed limit, trying to spend the most time together.

He parked next to your car.

"I'll help you with it" He said as he stopped you from taking your bag.

"It's ok" You tried to reach for it.

"I insist" he took a step back.

"Lan, I can do it, please" You looked up at him, your eyes watery again.

"But..."

"Thanks for this, it was magical, but I think it's time" You tried to hold back the tears, he was doing the same. He didn't say a word but handed you your suitcase.

You hugged him hard. He breathed in your scent, trying to lock it in his memory and you did the same with his.

The garage door opening interrupted the moment.

He whipped your tears and you did the same with his.

He kissed your lips softly, you knew the three words he was holding back because you were holding them back too.

"Good luck next weekend"

"Thanks, good luck at work"

You said goodbye as if you were seeing each other soon just to make it less painful, but the truth was completely different.

He watched you walk towards the elevator. you saw a faint smile on his face as the door closed.

The moment your appartment door closed Ana rushed to you, hugging you hard when she saw the heavy tears falling from your eyes.

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[daisyblog]

Unexpected Visitor

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN has an unexpected visitor.

It had been a few months since Harry had began filming for Don't Worry Darling. YN had always been supportive of Harry and any opportunity he was given. She has supported him through his time in One Direction, when he decided to go solo when the band went on a break. Even when they weren't on talking terms for a while, YN still supported him silently behind the scenes, she was his biggest fan.

It was evening time, Harry had been on set all day and decided he needed to go for a run just to get some sunlight. YN was at their house in LA, enjoying the sunshine in the garden with Teddy as they waited for Harry to return. It was a Friday evening, which usually mean't it was pizza and wine night in the Styles/Tomlinson household.

So YN was surprised when she heard the buzzer at the front gate. She wasn't expecting any guests, due to the pandemic and also Harry knew the code to enter. Looking at the camera that showed the front gate, she noticed an older woman with wavy dark hair. As the woman turned to face the gate, YN recognised her as the Director of the film. Pressing the open button on the screen, YN headed to the front door ready to greet the guest.

As Olivia noticed YN stood at the front door, her eyes widened slightly. "Oh hi, I'm looking for Harry".

"He's just popped out, can I help you?" YN politely smiled at the older woman. She had never felt small but standing in front of a powerful woman, YN felt insecure.

“Oh Harry invited me over, sorry but who are you?” Olivia asked as a frown appeared on her face as she eyed YN up. YN thought she may have been joking, but when she raised her eyebrows at her, she realised that she was being serious.

“Sorry, how rude of me, I’m YN..Harry’s girlfriend” YN continued to be polite, even though she felt something didn’t feel right.

The older woman looked confused as she questioned “Girlfriend?”.

“Uh yeh…sorry am I missing something here?” YN wasn’t one to hold back, if something needed to be said then she would have to say it. 

Olivia was quick to explain “I am so sorry, Harry never mentioned he had a girlfriend…I would never have accepted his invitation to come over if I knew”. 

YN’s heart was telling her that Harry would never do something like this. She wasn’t sure what Olivia’s motive was but something just didn’t sit right. 

“Well you’re welcome to come in and wait if you’d like too”. She was more determined than ever to keep up the kind persona, not wanting to jeopardise Harry’s career.

Panic appeared on the older woman’s face. “Oh no…no..no that’s okay, I’ll be on my way..sorry again for disturbing you”. YN watched as the director hurried down the gravel drive, not giving her a chance to say anything else.

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“Repeat that again….she just turned up and said Harry’s never mentioned you” Louis voice spoke through the speaker of YN’s phone as it sat on the kitchen island.

“Yeh pretty much” YN agreed. Despite knowing it couldn’t be true, YN still had insecurities and doubt crossed her mind. “Lou…do you think she was telling the truth?”.

“Tiny c’mon, you can’t think it’s true…that boy loves the fookin’ bones off yeh” Louis tried to reassure his sister, no doubt in his voice. 

YN nibbled on her lip as she thought. “I know he does, I just don’t want to lose him again Lou”.

“None of that shit…you and Harry had a blip but you’re strong yeh”.

“Yeh…you’re right…I miss you” YN admitted. She hated not being able to see her family, especially her older brother, who always played the role of her best friend, her go to person for advice.

“I miss you too Kiddo…but we’ll see each other soon yeh”.

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YN was in the kitchen with Teddy following her every move when Harry arrived back. His black T-shirt sticking to him from the sweat that covered his body.

Entering the kitchen, Harry noticed YN standing there deep in thought as she was mindlessly stirring her cup of tea.

“Hey baby” Harry’s voice startled her, making her jump and leave out breath. 

“You’ve got to stop doing that” YN pleaded, Harry chuckling knowing it’s a regular thing. 

Harry sensed something was wrong because before he’d left for his run, YN was her chirpy and bubbly self, but now she was withdrawn and her thoughts seemed elsewhere. “Everything alright?”.

YN paused deciding if she should tell him. “Uh…Olivia came here looking for you”.

Harry frowned, creases appearing on his forehead. “What…why?”.

YN shrugged her shoulders, wondering the same thing. “She said you had invited her over”.

Harry let out a chuckle at YN’s words. “No I didn’t…why would I do that?”.

“She also said that she didn’t know you had a girlfriend”.

Harry scoffed at this. “Yeh o’course she didn’t”.

YN had a feeling there was more to this than what she originally thought. “Harry, what’s going on?”.

Harry began to play with his bottom lip, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation to YN. “I don’t know…I thought she was just being friendly but...the last few weeks she been acting strange towards me..but turning up here is crossing the line…she knows about you…fucking hell the whole set knows about you…Florence wants to meet you because I talk about you so much” Harry rambled on. 

“Bubs…calm down” YN walked around the island to wrap her arms around his torso. “I trust you…you know that”.

Harry placed a peck on her forehead as he squeezed her slightly when his arms landed on her shoulders. “Sorry...I just hate how many times you've had to deal with this sort of thing".

"It's your fault...nobody can resist your charm" YN tried to make light of the situation, despite feeling a bubble of anger in her lower stomach at how another woman was trying to come between her and Harry.

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[ogfangirl]

What if we get married this week?

| A/N: I got this idea after watching the F1 video of the drivers being asked which one would get married in Vegas, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.

- this story is set a few years ago, around 2020-2021 for reference.

• please let me know if you’d like a part 2!

✨ Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ✨

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The bustling lights of the Las Vegas strip painted the backdrop to your spontaneous adventure with Daniel. Two days into your vacation, the city that never sleeps had lived up to its reputation, offering a continuous flow of excitement and celebration. As fatigue finally caught up with both of you, an unspoken consensus settled in after a hearty dinner: a quiet night in the hotel.

On this fateful Monday evening, post-room service, and amidst the glow of the TV, you and Daniel lounged on the bed. American reality TV played in the background as you, the first to get ready for bed, watched Daniel draw a bath. In the dimly lit room, you found yourself scrolling through TikTok, stumbling upon a video of a Vegas elopement. Intrigued, you quietly opened Safari, embarking on a journey to understand the ins and outs of these impromptu ceremonies.

Over a year had passed since Daniel’s heartfelt proposal during the challenging times of the pandemic. The absence of wedding plans had invited a barrage of inquiries about the impending nuptials. Responses like “it’s coming along” had become your default, but the truth was, the overwhelming thought of planning a wedding had left you at a standstill. All that truly mattered was the commitment you and Daniel shared.

As you dived into research, a TikTok-induced black hole unfolded, showcasing the seemingly convenient and easy process of Vegas weddings. The pieces seemed to align perfectly: your friends were due to arrive the next day, potentially turning this spontaneous decision into a shared celebration. However, a barrage of questions flooded your mind—how would your family react? Were these weddings even real? What if Daniel didn’t share your excitement?

He was all about spontaneous moments, but maybe this was pushing it. You’ve waited over a year to since the engagement, so why couldn’t you wait another year? So many thoughts flooded your mind. How would your family react? are these weddings even real? What is Daniel doesn’t want to?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Daniel coming out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, “babe, have you seen my shorts?” He questioned as you laid there frozen. He startled you, but not because of his abrupt entrance. Your eyes scanned his body slowly. There were beads of water dripping from his hair down to his toned abs, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. The unintentional show momentarily captivated you, reaffirming your desire to marry him. Next thing you knew his face was an inch from yours, and he sported the biggest smirk. He reached down toward the floor on your side of the bed and picked something up, “found them” he smiled and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Must’ve forgot them there when we left for dinner,” he winked at you causing you to snap out of your trance. You watched as Daniel quickly put his shorts on and dropped the towel off back in the bathroom. Your throat felt dry as you went back to brainstorming ideas of how to tell Daniel you wanted to elope. “Can you grab me a water bottle please?” you requested, seizing the opportunity to regain composure. Heart pounding, you contemplated how to bring up the topic of elopement. As Daniel fetched the water, nerves tightened their grip.

With both of you now in bed, an air of quiet contemplation hung between you. “Are you sleepy?” you asked, eyes fixed on the TV. “No, not really,” Daniel replied, wrapping an arm around you. The hushed ambiance created an opening for the unexpected.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Daniel began, adjusting himself to sit up, eyes locked with yours. A chuckle escaped you, familiar with the unpredictability of his inquiries. “I have a crazy idea, but you have to hear me out, okay?” he pleaded, capturing your attention. “Oh jeez,” you chuckled, this could mean anything coming from him. He looked at you with a serious expression as he searches your eyes for any sense of hesitance. He paused for a moment before continuing.

“What if we get married this week?” The words hung in the air, sending shockwaves through your thoughts.

Staring at him in disbelief, you waited for an explanation. “I know you want a nice, big wedding—and so do I. But what if we do, like, a Vegas wedding, you know, like in the movies? Just me and you. I think it’ll be fun,” he rambled, attempting to gauge your reaction. “Okay maybe not,” he back tracked at your lack of communication back to him. “No, no, no,” caught off guard, you kneeled in front of him, revealing your phone screen with the Vegas wedding research. “I was just looking at that,” you exclaimed, excitement bubbling within.

In a moment of synchronicity, you both realized the alignment of your thoughts. “I want to get married in Vegas, let’s get married tomorrow” you jumped up in bed. Laughter and joy filled the room as Daniel, equally exhilarated, pulled you onto him, both of you reveling in the spontaneity of the decision. This happens a lot between you two, where you’ll be thinking the same thing simultaneously. It was one of the reasons why you two worked so well together.

“You’re serious right?” He steadied you with his hands on your biceps. “I’m so serious,” you affirmed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Daniel, still in disbelief, sought reassurance in your eyes before sealing the decision with a kiss. You jumped up and he pulled you onto him as you wrapped his legs around his waist. The biggest rush of happiness and adrenaline came over both of you as you jumped in bed like children. He spun you around with the biggest smile on his face before he stumbled back and steadied himself on the wall. Both of you bursted out laughing before taking a seat back on the bed.

“I can’t believe it,” he was shocked, “we’ve done it again” he laughed at the fact that you guys were thinking the same thing once again. “We always do,” you smiled back at him.

Daniel paused for a second, “wait-“ he spoke up looked at you, “when were you looking that up?” he questioned as he picked up your phone to look at the website once more. “While you had a bath. I saw a TikTok about it and I fell down a rabbit hole,” you explained sheepishly. He looked at you in awe before placing another kiss on your lips, which caught you off guard. “How soon can we do it?” he inquired, the rush of happiness and adrenaline palpable. “I think as early as tomorrow,” you responded, pulling out your phone once more.

“But everyone arrives tomorrow,” Daniel interjected, hesitating before realizing the perfect twist. “How funny would it be if everyone came in and we surprised them with our wedding?” you both chuckled at the prospect. “I don’t know if they expect any less from us, if I’m being honest,” Daniel joked.

“Look it up to see when we can do it” he motioned to the phone in your hand.

You both huddled together, scrolling through the marriage page, searching for the soonest available slot. Daniel suggested a picturesque chapel he had seen during your earlier explorations of the city. The excitement grew as you found an opening for a wedding ceremony the next day. With wide smiles, you booked the slot and exchanged glances, realizing the spontaneity of the decision. The anticipation of surprising your friends with a Vegas wedding added an extra layer of thrill. As you closed the browser, you looked at each other, the reality sinking in that you were about to embark on a spontaneous adventure of a lifetime.

Daniel grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

The night unfolded in a whirlwind of planning. You both brainstormed ideas, figuring out the details of your unexpected ceremony. From finding a suitable outfit to deciding on the perfect location in Vegas, the two of you were immersed in the excitement of the impending nuptials.

Part 2?

#daniel ricciardo x wife!reader #daniel ricciardo x you #danny ric #f1 x you #f1 Las Vegas #vegas wedding #daniel ricciardo #fiance Daniel ricciardo #formula one #one shot #fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine

[haleyboook]

Run away with me

warnings: none

word count: 1,975

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Filming for our upcoming movies and shows have been hectic.

Our home is more of a stop over than a home at this moment

And it doesn’t help having my sister and Chris’s brother staying in our house with us. Ever since the pandemic happened they’ve lived with us.

With the pandemic finally winding down we’ve been dropping hints for them to leave

Malia says it’s annoyingly obvious, but I tell her that’s the point. Chris can’t kick anyone out, he’s too nice.

So I’ve been holding back on telling Malia and Scott to give us some space

I can’t remember the last time we just had the house to ourselves.

And I long for it.

Scott was out on an audition while Malia was at a cafe working on her schoolwork for her masters degree

It was just me and the house, silence never felt so good.

My phone chimes and I look to the message from Scott, telling everyone in our group chat that he’s going for drinks tonight

Malia texts back asking where the fuck her invitation is

I shake my head as I sigh

Scott types back an invite and she tells everyone she’s in

Do you know what that means?

I get my moment of peace.

I get a moment with my fiancé

Chris sighs loudly as he enters the house

He says “Honey?”

“In the family room!”

“We have our house to ourselves and you’re watching tv?”

He enters the living room, dropping his bag when he sees me

The corners of his wide smile turn upwards as he stifles a laugh “dressed like that. boy I like our alone time.”

He jumps the couch, landing on me as I move out of impact

He curls his fingers into the straps of the lingerie saying “God where have you been hiding this at?”

I smile as I say “I’ve had it since we got engaged, and you were wondering why I was so pushy with the siblings to get out.”

“First thing tomorrow I’ll send them away.” He says in a muffled tone with his lips pressed against my shoulder blades

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I say “God I love you.”

As soon as he begins to remove pieces of the top I hear something

Our door opens and slams

Malia says “You embarrassed me in front of your friends!”

“You were flirting with all my gay friends!”

Chris says “shit!”

He covers me as he falls on me, looking for something to cover me with he sees the blanket on the chair… across the living room

He leans to leave but I pull him back over me, in an effort to hide me

Malia shouts “Y/N!! Tell me you made dinner! I’m starv-ING! OH MY GOD.”

She screams in horror as Chris releases an irritated sigh as he glares at her

Scott says “What- oh my god! You are disgusting!”

Chris shakes his head saying “Get out.”

Malia and Scott laugh loudly as Chris covers my exposed self. Malia says “You two have a bedroom, you know that right.”

I sit up, with Chris holding his hands over my exposed body, his eyes widening as I grow angrier and more conflict driven

“We paid for this house, in all cash, out of our own pockets. I bought this couch, I’ve bought everything in this damn room! I have the fucking right to do whatever I please with my significant other wherever I please.”

Scott says “We eat popcorn and watch movies there. That’s- so disgusting.”

I hurl the remote towards their heads screaming “get out!”

It smashes into the wall and they both look to me shocked. Malia says “God, what crawled up your ass tonight.”

Scott says “That’s no way to treat your guests-”

I reach for anything I can find on the coffee table to throw, but Chris pulls the items out of my hands, finally he hands me a pillow

In all my effort I hit Scott’s head as he steps back

“Get out!” I scream in annoyance

Malia says “Off to our rooms we go-”

“No move out!” I scream as I press the pillow to my chest in an effort of coverance

Chris defends them saying “Honey don’t be rash alright? They just need a place…”

I scoff saying “Apparently you want to sleep on this couch tonight.”

I stand up, grabbing the blanket, wrapping it around me and roughly hitting Chris with it

I saunter past my sister and Scott, I glare at them saying “Stay… be our guests! And ruin my sex life, assholes.”

I huff in annoyance as I stomp up the stairs, knowing I’m overreacting but it’s just a constant annoyance them being here

I snapped.

Chris stares at the two of them. Malia says “Well she’s in a bad mood.”

“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to hear you complain about your sister.” Chris says in annoyance

Scott says “We didn’t mean to start problems between you two.”

“Fuck off. You two can fight over a room, I’m getting a guest room. Sleep on the couch. And be considerate of our house and our relationship.”

“We have been. You don’t think we’ve been extremely accepting of the two of you? You practically drool over breakfast every morning while you two remain nearly naked cooking our food.”

“Which is gross, and unsanitary.” Malia fills in

Scott says “And your late night quickies, we can hear those. It’s like I need to cut my ears off.”

Chris shakes his head saying “God.. she’s right, you’ve put this massive strain on my relationship. It’s like you’re trying to make us fail!”

Scott gasps with Malia, they both say in a surprised tone “We would never!”

Chris says “if you ruin my relationship with her I will never forgive either of you. You already have me sleeping in different beds, arguing with her, and not talking now. So thank you… for ruining something that took years to get.”

Chris storms upstairs in a big hurry and annoyance

He knocks on our master bedroom door, knowing it’s a long shot to get a response from me

I’m already sitting in a hot bath ignoring the three annoyances in my life at the moment

He sighs saying “Can we just talk please? Honey?”

He doesn’t receive an answer and he finds his way to Scott’s guest bedroom. He falls onto the bed, punching the pillows and muttering to himself

“Fucking bullshit..”

He repeatedly punches the pillows as he says “And this bed sucks.”

That was about it for the night, other than me sprawling across our king mattress all on my own

But I couldn’t sleep. Half way through the night I got this ridiculous urge

And I followed through with it

I left my room, and went down the stairs to find Chris

Only to find Scott asleep on the couch, and a massive mess of food in the kitchen

And a sink full of dishes, which ultimately almost sets me off again

But I close my eyes and focus on my plans.

I walk back up the stairs and push open Scott’s door

Chris grumbles saying “Fuck off Scott. This is my house, take the couch.”

I step further into the room, climbing the bed saying “Chris.”

He looks to me quickly, the anger dissolving quickly

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was mad about the situation. Not you.”

My hands press to his face as I sit on his chest “Let’s leave.”

“What?” He asks confused in a sleepy tone

“Let’s run away, together, come on.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up, and I slide down to his legs. He holds tightly to me saying “I’m sorry, what?”

“Run away with me. Let’s leave and go get married. Buy a house somewhere spontaneously and just be off on our own, married, and happy.”

His eyes widen as he says “But our families…”

I nod saying “Yes, our families, they can wonder where we left to for a few days. Come on, be spontaneous with me. Don’t you want to marry me?”

“I do… I do, y/n… I just, I thought you wanted the big happy wedding with your dad walking you down the aisle and all the family being together.”

“We can do that later. I want to get married now, May 30th is a great day for an anniversary.”

He smiles and says “Fine, I’m in. Let’s get married.”

He dives in to kiss me and I loop my arms around the back of his neck

We’re getting married

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#chris evans x reader #chris evans #cevans #captain america #celebrities #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fic #by haleyboook #haleyboook #christopher evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans one shot

[minimallyminnie]

Gift for @enassbraid!!!

Summary- Rui just thinking about you. Wait…maybe a bit too much about you…

Gn Reader, Rui Kamishiro x Reader, Fluff, really fluffy, like little to no angst, no tw needed! Pre relationship, huge crush.

My Thoughts Shall Follow You.

Rui isn’t the type of person to really focus on someone who isn’t he friend

Unless it’s the lovely and amazing audience of course!

The people he really focuses on is his parents, Tsukasa, Nene, Emu, Mizuki and co.

But any random person who might judge him?

Nope! Not his problem!

…

But. He met you.

You for some reason, didn’t judge him in a bad and weird light.

Saying strange things to him…

“Nice robot Kamishiro! It looks great!”

Or just saying a nice greeting to him

He scanned you in case you had some sort of strange virus or something

Even analyzing your intentions

But, you genuinely wanted to get to know him…

What on earth is the matter with you?!

He’s the “weirdo kid”. Your reputation is going to get ruined like what happened to Tsukasa!

Well Tsukasa was already excluded like them but still! He’s weird!

But you continued to ask him questions, not crossing his boundaries

Even talking to Tsukasa and Nene!

What?!

One day, during lunch Tsukasa called you over to the rooftop to eat with them

Course you didn’t say no

He put up his guard in case you were messed up but even so, you just talked normally to the two of them

“Do you think I should play an evil villain in our next show to try something new or a shining hero?”

“Hmm…why don’t you try a play in the perspective of a villain to show their side of the story? That way, it’s something new but you have a clearer image of a misunderstood villain.”

“That’s actually a good idea! Rui! We must do this idea! As a shining star, if this is what our audience could like, our job is to make them smile!”

“What do you think Kamishiro?”

It’s actually a good idea…you have a real smile of curiosity on your face…

“Fufufu~ I think it’s a wonderful idea! Let’s talk it over with Nene and Emu later though. Wouldn’t want them to be surprised by this unexpected direction!”

Tsukasa high fives you and you look really happy at the fact that he liked your idea

When they go with the idea, he invites you along not expecting you to actually go

But you did, in the front row with Emu’s showtime pass (You two had met after one of the days at school, the girl happily tackling you to the ground as she thanks you for helping with the show.)

During the show, he sees how your eyes twinkle with delight and how amazed your expression looks

The flowing movements and dramatic shifts, the well written story…you just had to!

He thinks some people in the audience teared up at the villain’s backstory just like you

In the end, when they all bow to the audience, he can see you stand up and cheer for them

You go backstage and congratulate all of them, smiling at them with bouquets for all of them…

…Your smile is the only one he really focused on during the show, wasn’t it?

He trades numbers with you and let’s you call him by his first name afterwards

Your messages consist of many things

You: Rui, what did you do to Tsuka?

Cheshire: Well! I misheard him and heard him say “We should put on these ants.”

You: Next?

Cheshire: I gave him pants with decorative realistic ants on it!

In reality, he said we should put on these pants like the ones with cloud on the cuffs but he fainted when he saw those ant pants!

You: Is he okay?!

Cheshire: Yes! He got caught by Nenerobo!

You: Jfc Rui, you’re going to give him a heart attack one day 😰

Cheshire: New inventor of black plague?

You: NO

Cheshire: [|87

You: RUI NO, WE CAN’T BE IN A PANDEMIC BECAUSE OF A 17 YEAR OLD 😭😭😭

…

Yeah…chaotic.

But you always go with him, and slowly he lets down his walls carefully

And inside his walls crawls his thoughts of you.

Leaking into the main core of his heart.

Your shining expression when you see one of his shows.

Your attempt on trying to replicate one of their dances alongside Tsukasa.

Your kind words to him and his friends family.

The laugh you give that plays his heartstrings.

You’re engraved in his head 24/7.

He’s sitting in the stage taking his lunch break when all of a sudden he thinks of you. A startled look on his face.

“Rui, are you alright?”

“Tsukasa-Kun, is it normal for me to be thinking of the same someone randomly everyday?”

“Randomly? Hmm…I don’t think it’s randomly. You think of things that you like, you don’t randomly think of someone.”

Rui’s blushes just a tiny amount

“If this person…makes me feel weird…is it..?”

Tsukasa looks at him with surprise before grinning at him with genuine excitement

“I think you’re in love with that person then!”

And Rui’s eyes widens as he blushes, no words coming to his mind for once. He feels Tsukasa happily laugh as he pats Rui on his shoulder.

He’s in love.

He’s in love with you.

And oh, his smile is wider than ever as he classifies it.

Yhhshshsjsj just a random gift for my moot

Fluff and stuff for her favorite man

No, Tsukasa does not have a crush on Rui or Reader, don’t take it like that man. I’ll say something if he does 🤨

#minniemoots #mindlessclow #x reader #project sekai x reader #gn reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff

[mosscoveredcowboy]

What Each of the Disruptors masking behavior in the Arrival Scene tells us about their Character

Major Glass Onion Spoilers Ahead

Miles:

Miles is the most important, even if he's not pictured, he and how he treats the idea of masking to prevent the spread of covid is represented by the Efficient Man™

Miles Invites all his privileged friends out to his private island mid-pandemic for an unnecessary party, and he has a vaccine/"cure"/SOMETHING that makes covid not a concern and either:

doesn't share it with the world

on some level knows that it's bullshit and just wants to make his friends not mask over their Fun Weekend! and bum out the mood

tbh i don't think the second bullet is likely bc like, miles buys into his own hype that's his whole Thing but also lying to his friends to manipulate them is also very much his Thing

either way, he doesn't give them much choice about receiving this experimental "cure" nor inform them of what is in it

Miles is an egotistical self-absorbed dumbass, and harming people for his own personal gain, hell, just for his own personal entertainment, is entirely ok in his mind. I've seen people suggesting that the movie should have ended with Blanc testing positive for Covid after the trip and I think that would have been perfect. Miles's "cure" did nothing and everyone put their lives at risk during a pandemic just so Miles could have some fun and remind them all why they are under his thumb.

Birdy:

Birdy shows up wearing a flashy mesh diamond mask a la Lana del Ray (note the rest of her staff with her properly masking). She still removes this useless mask to talk to people around her and exclaims about being able to "breath again" after taking Mile's "cure".

She's clearly doing the bare BARE minimum to look like she cares about quarantining and protecting others (see earlier in the movie when asked if she should be having a party she states "they are all in my pod" about hundreds of people in her home).

This aligns with how she approaches doing the right thing in general. Kind of trying to look like she's doing the right thing, but just barely, and you can see right through (ha) her actions and tell she's really doing whatever she wants for her own personal gain. She's not informed, doesn't want to do better, and doesn't listen to those around her who try to help.

Birdy doesn't have empathy for others, and this is later shown when we learn about her sweatpants scandal, how she was unaware that the clothing she made bank off of in the pandemic was produced in a sweatshop. Birdy is more concerned with how this news will make people on twitter mad at her than the actual inhumane working conditions themselves.

Lionel Toussaint:

In the Arrival scene Claire snips to Birdy when she asks if she and Lionel stayed in the hotel that clearly she and Lionel had just arrived. However, unlike Claire, Lionel arrives alone, no one in a car driving him or staff around him. He's wearing a K95 mask, and for this point of the pandemic (it's assumed late 2020) that is still fairly new and most people were not masking this well (to my memory).

Lionel is a scientist, and clearly has a level of knowledge about the transmission of infectious diseases and general contamination protocols to make safe decisions during a pandemic.

Still, he shows up to Miles weekend party and presumably takes the experimental "cure" (though it's not shown on screen). This tells us that Lionel is smart, smart enough to know that Miles is dumb as shit, but he buys into Miles's hype, convinces himself that Miles is a genius and backs him up even when Lionel knows he's wrong or being outright dangerous (see later with his reaction to the hydrogen energy running Miles mansion).

Lionel trusts Miles even when he should be smart enough to know better. He trusts Miles because if he actually questioned Miles's motivations and morals he would have to question his own, and Lionel doesn't want to do that.

Claire:

Claire arrives wearing a cloth mask but not correctly. She gets out of the taxi she arrives in with something sticking out of her mouth and her nose completely uncovered. She constantly adjusts her mask in the scene, and gets too close to others while talking to them. She also takes Miles's cure without question.

Like Birdy, Claire is doing the right thing more because she has to, not from motivation to protect herself and others. Unlike Birdy, she seems to understand how to do this more successfully, a clear difference between the performance of a celebrity and a politician.

I think this is shown later in Claire and Lionel's discussion in the pool as she talks about losing her political base because of the actions Miles wants her to take. On some level, she must align with the environmentalist that makes up her political base, but her loyalty lies more with Miles and the power saying yes to him means for her campaign.

Claire, despite her clear disapproval of Birdy, is very similar to her in that they are both performing to an audience to not be in trouble politically.

This is also shown by her freak out about how Duke's murderer would report her being there, and how it would look if she was hanging out on a Greek island with a manosphere influencer. She seems to have more of a reaction to what people would think of her than to Duke actually being dead.

Duke:

Duke and Whisky's arrival is announced with gunshots. They arrive on Duke's motorcycle, completely unmasked from the beginning (also, like, I assume they don't live in Greece, did they ship the bike there???). He's confirmed is shown to be a right-wing manosphere influencer, along the lines of Alex Jones or Jordan Peterson, those assholes who tell boys how to harass women and then grift them into buying supplements. Duke also takes the "cure" Miles provides without question, but if he lived long enough to see it, he'd likely be one of the people who wouldn't have gotten vaccinated because he doesn't trust what's in it.

Duke has probably been acting like the pandemic hasn't been happening at all, while capitalizing on the topic in his live streams to talk about how "masking is for beta cucks" and how the government is trying to control you.

He is the character that is the most honest to himself in why he is still friends with Miles. It is all about the power and influence Miles can give him, and Duke will cross any line (including making Whiskey seduce Miles) to get it. This forwardness in playing the group's little manipulation game is what later gets him killed by Miles in my opinion.

Duke not masking is a great way to show this. He doesn't align politically with the others, yes, but also he canonically does not care what people think of him. He is a self-absorbed egotistical asshole like the rest of them, but he's proud of it, giving him more freedom to be open about that than the others.

"asshole"

anyway I love how the time period of the pandemic was used in this movie and using each character's approach to masking as a way to inform you of their character is so informative and good storytelling

#glass onion #knives out #knives out 2 #knives out glass onion #the disruptors #benoit blanc #original post #again blessings to the gif makers #i love you #please ignore my repost of this #this is me trying to make tumblr tags care about this post bc this one isn't a rb #long post #sorry but like #i do care about notes on this one #i want ppl to see it i worked hard on it #lol

[stars-inthe-sky]

So, hey. How did you and your family celebrate Passover when you were a kid? How about now?

My Rhode Island aunt and uncle almost always hosted a big family Seder, and it was the absolute best. A good Seder is educational, food-filled, and legit fun—it's a ritual meal that includes storytelling, singing, prayers, and a general focus on including and teaching everyone involved, regardless of age or even whether attendees are Jewish. (If ever you're invited to a friend's Seder, go! Do not bring a challah, which my actually-bar-mitzvahed brother-in-law did once as an attempt at a thoughtful host gift. We still make fun of him.)

And my uncle (the same one who officiated at my wedding, and the wedding of my other sister) may well be the greatest host/leader there is; over the years he compiled from a medley of sources what added up to his own Haggadah (basically the guidebook to the Seder—there are a million published and informal versions working off the same template, with readings and activities and interpretations that can go kid-centric or feminist or traditional or whatever). It was always just insanely fun, and warm, and joyous, with incredible food and an increasing array of baked-in, just-us traditions.

Since I went to college basically down the street from their house, and then lived just an hour away in Boston for so long, that was pretty much the heart of my and my family's celebration most years—right up until Passover 2020, at which point the pandemic negated what had been plans to travel from our new home in Illinois for it, and they also downsized and had their own kids scatter geographically and gain very little ones, so that particular tradition is at best on hiatus now.

But there are fun Seders everywhere—well, the Zoom ones of the pandemic years were a mixed bag, but we've found friends who've make a good go of it, over the years, too, if not quite as an elaborately planned out hourslong celebration as my uncle would do. When I studied abroad in Denmark, Boyfriend and I went to an Orthodox Seder that was in a mix of Danish and Hebrew, for instance—that was novel, and so much of the procedure and the Hebrew was familiar enough to follow along.

Still working on exactly where we'll be for those two nights this year (we haven't really met any Jewish families in Pittsburgh yet to garner an invite, and none of the Reform or Conservative synagogues seem to have community events, which is surprising? And I don't really want to go to Chabad?) but we'll figure something out.

That said, as fun as the Seders can and should be, the rest of Passover is a slog of not eating bread or adjacent products, and experiencing whatever it is matzah does to one's digestive system over the course of a week. It's a meaningful observance, and the fact that the relevant rabbinical boards have stopped including rice and legumes in the "no" column in recent years has been great, but...it's ultimately a holiday recalling the story of the Exodus, and how we were slaves once, so, like, there are some less-fun elements. But the freedom celebration parts usually outweigh that!

#ask me ask me ask me #stpauligirl #passover #pesach #jews! #jewish holidays generally have fairly set observances and the details come down to your family/community/congregation #as well as interpretation and denomination and general religiosity #but basically anyone celebrating passover will be doing some seders and no bread and lotsa matzah #and no it will never stop being amusing how often goyim seem to enjoy eating matzah and how jews *always* eat an assload and do not enjoy i #i'm sure it's because it's an imposed week out of the year and not a novel cracker alternative but anyway #a potentially amusing sidenote: #boyfriend has been in the picture since the beginning of college and always came to the family seder thereafter #the first time he remembered that his mom told him not to go to someone's house empty-handed and procured (in lieu of flowers or whatever) #a moses action figure which then graced that seder table proudly from 2006 onward #'moshe rabenu' also made an obvious and necessary appearance at our wedding #and another tidbit for the jews here #the first covid seder i'd seen someone do this on the internet somewhere #and so for the zoom seder made a separate account labeled 'eliahu ha'navi' and had it request admittance at the appropriate moment #got a BIG laugh. still pleased about pulling that off.

[persephonesdesires]

✫ Self Reflecting with Persephone ✫

I’m in the later half of my 20s, I have a career I love, an apartment I’ve made into my home, so many awesome friends that I keep up with regularly, and I’m so incredibly proud of how far I’ve come.

BUT..

When it comes to romance and relationships and sex…I feel like I know almost nothing.

I’ve done so little compared to others my age, and I know it’s not good to compare but I’m really worried what this will mean for my future. I’ll be honest about my experience, I’ve had boyfriends in high school and college, gave oral to them and explored with touching but that was it. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was almost 23, and it wasn’t bad but it was weird and foreign and I only had sex with him a few more times after that. …and then a pandemic hit.. and we all know how that put our lives on hold. I watched my young 20s fly by so quickly, with basically nothing to say for them because I was trapped at home. Then last spring I got the opportunity to have a threesome with a couple I had become friends with. Oh. My. God! Me? Invited to something that sexually advanced? that hot and wild and pleasurable? Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would have said yes to such a thing. But I did say yes, and it was so SO HOT. There was no penetration for me but I was fine with that. I was over the moon to go down on them both and to have them both go down on me.. To experience and treasure and explore both a woman and man’s bodies all in the same bed as me. It was exhilarating and taught me a lot about what I liked and how I wanted to be touched and pleasured and I’m so grateful for that experience.

It’s been almost a year since then though.. and I have done NOTHING since then. There is an argument that I should go out more, talk to more people, and flirt more and show interest when I feel it, and I want to be clear I do try to flirt when I meet someone I think I’d like. But everything has fizzled out rather quickly or in general I’m not around anyone I’d really like to try and date. So I instead chose to look within, I’ve learned a lot from places like tumblr and doing my own self exploration of what I like, what I think I’d like, what I want to try and what is a hard no for me. What type of relationship I’d like to be in, what expectations and desires I have for a partner, what sexual activities and kinks I’d like. I feel like I have a good idea of this all. But I’m missing the practice, the actual experience of being with another person, whether casual or romantically. In cliché terms, I can talk the talk but I haven’t had the chance to walk the walk yet.

I look around me and I see so many different kinds of people in relationships, casual or committed and romantic or sexual alike, people of every shape, size, height, weight, race, age, gender, and so much else. And I’m happy for them, but it almost feels like they know a secret I don’t, and no one will tell me. They won the game of life and I’m just trying to learn how to play still..

And I feel ..Broken? Defunct? Left behind?

I struggle with how this all makes me feel mentally. I tell myself we all grow and experience life at our own paces, in my heart I know that, but I want my pace to speed up, because I’m so damn tired of being left behind.

I’ll keep dreaming and trying to find someone I really like and want to get to know. And until then, I’ll be here, doom scrolling on tumblr and coming up with long ass text posts no one will be reading.

This post is for my own benefit, to voice out my feelings and worries. But if any of you resonate with my words, feel free to comment or reblog, and most importantly know that you are not alone in this world.

#persephone writes #Persephone IRL #mental health #still learning #therapy #therapy helps a lot #mental health is important

[thesapphireprincess]

The college educated hottie & networking.

6 months left before I move back home for school, I’m nervous and excited. I’m going to plan out my dream life in college and go over my last experience and what I wished I did differently (looking at the past and growing from it when you have a second chance). I won’t be that much older than everyone and there will be people my age and older. Especially now that things are back to normal after the pandemic, there will probably be a lot of people my age going back now that things are normal again. I’m wondering which school I’ll transfer to maybe a university near San Francisco or out of state or near the beach in a surfer town. I already have amazing job experience thanks to my current position so getting a high paying job after college will go very smoothly. This is all I’ve been thinking about and talking about the past few days. I’m going to make a new Notion page / PowerPoint about this. Notion helps me gather my thoughts and it’s where I create my plans for what I want to accomplish. Notion is basically like a visual representation of my brains thoughts digitalized on paper… well on my iPad.

Not to mention the networking opportunities college provides and the dating options of the some of the most ambitious young men. Turns out age isn’t a determining factor when it comes to maturity it truly depends on the person and there values. Dating 37 year olds have taught me this, I’m sticking to guys around my age. You have the opportunity to make long lasting connections. I’m going to be a top notch networker with lots of high quality contacts and lots of high quality dating options especially when I start university. You can even meet people outside of college who are already in the position some of these men are going for. Being friends with a law major who’s has an internship at a law firm who happens to invite you to lunch will some of their colleagues…. Husband shopping hello. I’m truly looking forward to this opportunity especially since I’ve gone through my “femininity awakening” and I’ve learned so much about myself, dating, men and people. Before Covid started 2 years ago I was a completely different person and I was kinda clueless when I came to life, femininity, dating and networking. I was always focused on the wrong things and I had no sense of self.

Now I know the importance of femininity, high standards, self respect, looking put together and how to carry yourself as a women. Now I have better social skills and I rarely get social anxiety. I worked a sells job last year that required me to talk to random people everyday for 8 hours so now I’m not afraid to speak to people. 2 years ago I use to be a pickme, I was always in my masculine and I would chase men but now I’m in my feminine and I know how to get them to chase me. Now I know the importance of education, being well spoken and actually having a brain. Now I know that hot girls read, hot girls get good grade and more importantly hot girl are educated and can carry a conversation. I now know that dressing provocatively will only attract the wrong kind of energy from men but dressing with no sex appeal isn’t the way either. You need a balance of both elegance and sex appeal, sexy but not slutty. I’d say glamorous is the way to go but not in a way that’s doing too much, always dress for the occasion. This is why I turn to women of the 90’s for inspiration and women of the past because they executed this perfectly.

Xoxo.

#notion #self improvement #college babe

[earthwormjimnocontext]

How did you get into Earthworm Jim in the first place?

Oh it is a long and bittersweet story.

Spring of 2019, I was in 6th grade. I was at my mom's house, this was back when my best friend Tom, was dating my mother (that's how we met and became friends), and was watching some sort of WatchMojo countdown on my TV in my room (I think it was for funniest game endings) and Earthworm Jim appeared on #2. It immediately caught my attention. Something in me immediately wanted to know more about it. So I went downstairs and asked Tom (he was a twitch streamer so I figured he knew the most about video games) "What's Earthworm Jim?"

Tom was so excited he jumped up and told me "I'll tell you in the morning!" And so the next morning, he set up his Xbox One and sat me down to play Jim HD. I fell in love with the game immediately, I've only ever really played this kind of game I only affiliated it with Mario and DuckTales (I was a Wii U baby) and it felt more like DuckTales with the 2D animation. It spoke out to be as being unique being weird being funny I could use a gun, I can use myself as a whip! And it was challenging the levels were memorable. When I struggled my way to the end for the first time, I was so mad because I found out that Tom set the difficulty to me to easy so I didn't get the ending, that by the time he got home he heard me cursing and yelling from outside "FUCK YOU, I'M BEATING IT ON ORIGINAL." I played the game all over again.

Then, Tom showed me the cartoon in the summer. I was already into stuff like the Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain because it was on Hulu, so the Earthworm Jim cartoon hooked me. Not only did I love something but I love something with a friend, this was me and Tom's show, whenever mom would be sleeping for work (night shift), the two of us would go out to Popeyes, pick up some chicken (she prefers KFC), some root beer, (there is a local brand that has the absolute best and it was made with honey) and then watch the show together all throughout the summer. I very frequently borrowed his DVD.

Then it became fall and I was a 7th grader. I had the worst English teacher I could have possibly had, she wanted everything on paper if you go over to her to get some revisions on a computer she would demand that you print it you print it and then she points out the revisions so you have to type it out again and then you have to print some more. she tried to force paper on everybody including the parents, it was a nightmare. So while she had an audiobook on I started to doodle. And what was on my ASD laced mind?

This. I wrote it down on tests and papers to let myself know that I was doing a good job. My doodles were not very good at first and I never really considered art because I just hated coloring originally. Then Christmas came, and I got given an Earthworm Jim lunch box, and it was my favorite Christmas present of that year. That Christmas was the last Christmas with Tom and my Mother...

And then came January of 2020. I went to Magfest on an invitation from Tom, I got to play the original version on a Super Nintendo and my mom was just laughing at me failing everything because even though I could beat the HD version easily I never touched the original. One night I accidentally left my journal at the dinner table and Tom found it, it was filled with Jim sketches. He immediately brought it to me and gave me constructive criticism and praise, I felt absolutely proud because I never really got complimented on that kind of thing before on something that wasn't math. One last grace before...

February of 2020. Tom and Mom broke up. Their relationship didn't work out for a number of reasons, and Tom had to leave to go somewhere to find a job. Before he left, he gave me his copy of the Earthworm Jim cartoon, installed Jim 3D on my mom's computer, and I gave him some traces I did of the Jim 3D bosses.

Then the pandemic happened right on my birthday, and right at the perfect age of turning 13, and having the ability to interact with the internet.

I'm sorry for the long ass story that's genuinely what happened.

[defiantbird]

(This isn't the same person as estranged childhood bestie. That one is actually keeping in touch with me more lately.)

I had a friend I was really close with starting in middle school and through college. Even so, we were always pretty different. She's normal, has normal interests, is highly likable and pretty much had no one who disliked her. I've always been odd and nerdy and bad at interacting with people. But she never acted like there was anything wrong with me, even though all her friends definitely thought I was weird as hell. We bonded over having depression and anxiety. I have two particular memories of this: her holding my hand and leading me away from a crowd when I had a panic attack at Warped Tour, and breaking down at her house after her birthday party because my relationship was hanging on my a thread and I'd been pretending to be ok all night.

After college, we drifted apart a bit, as it often goes with school friends once you're adults. The gulf got wider when I moved to the boroughs, after the pandemic, and when she got a new boyfriend. I havent met her boyfriend as we just were never able to really make plans happen again. Still, I asked her to be a bridesmaid for my wedding.

She agreed, but only really showed up for my shower. I got the vibe she just didn't really feel like coming to the boroughs for my bachelorette party and anything else. A week before my wedding, she told me that she was having problems with the house ahead just bought and she was extremely stressed and couldn't be a bridesmaid. I told her not to worry about it...I said she didn't need to give me a gift, I said I'd happily pay for her hair and makeup, I just wanted her to be there, she literally didn't have to do anything but be there.

She agreed again, but a few days later told me she just couldn't. OK. I wasn't going to push, I wanted her to be ok, I got that she was in a tough spot, so I let it go. But ultimately, she didn't even come as a guest. She didn't even come to just the ceremony. She didn't text me the day of or anything.

I sort of accepted this as the end. I was pretty hurt that she didn't show up at all, even after I told her she didn't have to do anything, I just wanted to see her. It felt like there was some other reason she had that she didn't want to tell me. But it is what it is. I figure maybe it was weird of me to want her as a bridesmaid after we'd drifted so much.

Since then were exchanged pleasantries on social media for birthdays and stuff, but otherwise nothing. A few months ago, she got engaged.

I'm not certain yet, but I think I'm invited to her wedding. She posted about sending her save-the-dates and the next day, my former neighbor texted me to say they had a letter that got sent to my old address. I assume it's the save-the-date, because my friend doesn't know I moved.

I feel really conflicted. I don't rely want to go...not out of a petty "Well you didn't come to my wedding so I should I come to yours", but because I really am just kind of hurt and I feel like she's only inviting me out of a sense of obligation. I don't know how to say 'no' without seeming like it's just pettiness, and frankly I don't feel like it's worth telling her the real reason. I'm not mad at her, just sad, and kind of resigned about our friendship. I don't know what excuse I can give. I don't know if I should just go, show my face, have dinner with all her friends who always though I was weird, and quietly leave. Or maybe I should just decline, say nothing, and hope that that solidifies the end so neither of us have to pretend anymore. It feels shitty, but so does the idea of going. I don't know her fiance at all, and sometimes I wonder if he convinced her not to go to my wedding. I have no idea. I don't really know her anymore, either.

Ugh.

Sorry. I had to put this somewhere.

#Personal #Long rambling vent about a friend thing

[penwieldingdreamer]

Just one Kiss

The third installment of my Daniel Ricciardo drabble/one-shot series. Also thank you so much for so many likes and reblogs on the other, too. I finally found a fandom again that I enjoy writing for, thank you guys.

If you're interested in the songs that inspire this, here's the Series Playlist

Happy reading. Let me know what you think.

I kept the reader as vague as possible. While writing I imagined a plus size! female! reader but you can think up whatever you want.

You had a shitty day at work, so Daniel invites you to stay with him in Monaco. In the end something might change for you both.

previous part

Warnings: fluff, some angst

Words: 2203

Come to Monaco, take some time off. We’ll go hiking and swimming, you’ll love it.

You read and re-read his message. Daniel had sent you the plane tickets after yet another lengthy call about your crazy boss who was complaining all the time. Covid had hit every business, but just like everyone else you weren’t able to change it and you couldn’t get people inside the shop to buy enough cars to keep your boss afloat.

Each and every day, no matter how hard you worked he wasn’t happy with your performance, even though all he did was sit inside his office and drink the expensive whiskey a friend gave him. 

You had joked about looking for a millionaire boyfriend and stop working if you found yourself with such a boss each time you changed workplaces. The Aussie had laughed at that, telling you he’d be there, providing for everything. “Don’t do that, I’d be stamped as a gold digger.”

“Fuck ‘em, I’d still do it.” His voice was hard but still making you laugh. “Besides, you’d be a great WAG.”

Smiling at his omission, you thanked him but couldn’t help picturing what life would be like if you did end up with the F1 driver. The glitz and glamor wasn't something you needed, but joining him on one of his trips or at races definitely had its perks. After that you had talked about his upcoming race in Spain and the one back in Silverstone where he ended up on P14, not something he wanted. Not for the team and especially for himself. 

“You’ll get on the podium again, Danny, it will come. Stay positive.” You tried to encourage but heard the doubt in his voice.

“I know, it’s just, I don't have a good feeling with the car. It’s working great one day and the next something is wrong. I don’t know.”

A few hours later you found his message and the link to the tickets on your phone and you knew saying No was not an option. You answered him with a grinning emoji, knowing the Renault driver was already awake and waiting for your reply.

Get ready to dine and wine me, loverboy.

The next day at work you put in your vacation time and left your boss’ office before he could comment on it. You knew he wasn’t happy with you being gone for two weeks, but since you had started working for him you had about two days off from work in the last year. 

“You dare leave with such short notice when it’s the busiest time of the year? I need you here, Y/N!” he called, standing at his desk and gripping your letter before you could close the door.

"I dare to. Work is slow anyway, with the pandemic people don't want to buy cars right now."

Grumbling, he sat back down. "Just make sure you'll do a better job than before so people actually come back. With your mood swings I'd not buy a car from you, too."

Swallowing the cuss, you gave him a tight nod before leaving the office. If you didn't need that job you'd probably have given that idiot a piece of your mind but at the moment he was still paying you more than your last workplace.

Back at your own desk you shot a quick text to Daniel, wishing him luck for the race in Spain and that you couldn't wait for the weekend to be over very quickly.

Three more days, babes, and you'll enjoy the Côte d'Azur. We'll meet in Nice at the airport, I'll be waiting at your gate.

True to his words the weekend was over faster than you thought and Daniel had sent you a voice message in the morning reminding you to have all your essentials, travel documents and to bring the happiest mood now that you would spend two weeks with the Honey Badger himself. You didn't know how he always did it, he was such a happy-go-lucky guy, although sometimes having a bad day, but just picturing his smile while he sent that voice made your day brighter. 

The plane ride was uneventful, even with the pandemic. All you had to do was keep your mask on and everyone was happy. Music was something you probably shared with Danny, you needed it when you were traveling, driving, cooking or just reading a book sometimes. Music made everything better and lifted the mood a bit, so thanks to some of the songs the Aussie had recommended, the journey to Nice, France had been faster than you thought.

You felt giddy, knowing he would be waiting for you at the arrival gate, hopefully in the same mood as he had that morning, knowing the weekend hadn't gone as planned for him as he wanted to. The plane finally touched down, passengers clapping and whooping loudly before you heard the snaps and clicks of the belts being loosened. Sometimes you wondered why people couldn't wait until you reached the parking spot. The doors wouldn't be opened before then, so why bother being the first to grab your shit when you'd still have to wait patiently. Shaking your head, you turned your phone back on.

You sent a quick message to your friend and family, letting them know you got there okay and one to Danny, so he knew you were about to meet him. With him being a famous driver you didn't know how many people might recognize him, if some at all with having to wear the masks and didn't want him to be in the middle of all of that. Although he once told you he didn't mind at all, but with it being this early he was confident it was smooth riding from there on.

Can't wait to see you, babes.

You chuckled at the nickname he gave you. He started a few weeks ago and when you asked him about it, the Aussie explained that it was the nickname for baby or mini potatoes.

"So, I'm a potato now?"

“No, you’re my baby potato.” His laugh had echoed through the speaker and you couldn’t help the grin that stole itself onto your lips as you thought back to it.

Grabbing your travel bag from the overhead compartment you stood and followed the passengers out of the plane. You couldn’t wait to get out of that crowd and see Danny again. It had been too long since you had time off and spending your free time with him was such a privilege. He was literally the sun, even when he had a bad day, he wanted to make his friends and loved ones smile no matter what.

Walking out of the gate, you finally were able to lose the throng of people that had traveled with you. That’s when you found him standing there in his merch hoodie, sunglasses and a mask. 

“Babes, fuck I missed that smile.” He pulled you closer, his arms circling around your shoulders. Michael was sitting opposite the gate at a small cafe area, enjoying a light breakfast. "Did you have breakfast?"

You shook your head, food hadn’t been on your mind this early in the morning. Your flight had left at dawn and plane food was never something you enjoyed, so you nibbled on the cookies and granola bar you had bought before take off. “I hoped I could get something here, enjoy the ocean view and sun.”

The Aussie chuckled, nodding over at Michael who had finished his coffee and scrambled eggs. “We’ll get your luggage, take a car to Monaco and then enjoy an amazing breakfast with a view.”

The drive to Monaco and Daniel’s home there was about half an hour but the scenery that flew past was the most beautiful you had seen in a while. The waters were so blue and even the mountains on the other side looked beautiful. Before you knew it the car was in the garage of the apartment complex. 

After a big brunch outside on the apartment balcony, enjoying the view down to the Port de Cap-d’Ali yacht club, the Aussie took you down to the beach. 

“Did you ever make a decision you might in the end think was the wrong one?” He asked you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.

You looked over at him, your hand instinctively moving to his elbow. “What’s going on, Daniel? I’ve never seen you so down before.”

Sighing, Daniel shook his head. “I, fuck, I’m not sure. With the DNF in Austria and the car's performance I asked for a seat at McLaren. I’m still finishing my contract but I don’t know if getting that ball rolling was right. I just want to race and get back on the podium.”

“Why didn't you tell me before, huh? We're friends. Are you really sure this is what you want? Changing teams, I mean. You know I’ll have your back, no matter what you do.” He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “What did your agent say to that? And Cyril?”

Daniel laid a kiss onto your temple. “He’s on board I think, it’s just so fucking annoying. I try to get it working, I have a few good positions and then it’s fucked up again. Most of all I miss my cheerleader at the track. And well, Cyril is…he's not happy but we're amicable and I try to get the points in, so at least it will be a split on good grounds. I thought he was never going to talk to me again.”

“I guess I can understand that. I wouldn't be happy, too, if my star driver talked with other teams after the first race. But it is your life, your decision in the end and as long as you try I think that's more than you can say about other people. Just think it through very well and take it day by day. Also, I'd be there more often, but I can’t get out of work all the time even if I wanted to. But you know I’m always watching you race and keeping you in my prayers.”

The Aussie let out a soft laugh. “You sound like my mum, she’s doing the same with every race.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Your mum’s not wrong to do that, it’s a risky business you’re enjoying. But it’s what you love so I guess there’s no way you’ll be quitting now.”

“Definitely not, but I’m glad you’re here now.” He stopped suddenly, his long fingers brushing a few loose strands out of your face. Daniel’s eyes locked with yours, switching down to look at your lips. Before you could react, his plush lips were on yours. His free hand moved behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

Your own hands moved from his arms up to his shoulders, holding onto him with all your might, your knees already buckling from the sensations. The last time you had kissed him was back in Australia. That summer had haunted you for months - but in a good way if you were honest. You still felt his touch every night even when Daniel wasn’t there and for the longest time you had dreamed of getting that feeling back.

He pulled away, looking at your serene face. Your eyes were still closed and he couldn’t help the satisfied grin. “I really wanted to do that when you came to Silverstone.”

"There's still COVID, we should have been more careful. What if you"

"Fuck COVID, all I could think about was that smile and your lips. Kept me up at night every fucking day."

“Well, good things come to those who wait.” You returned his grin once you had looked back at him. Daniel had that broad grin he usually wore and you felt your insides tingle. “What’s it mean now?”

Shrugging his shoulders the F1 driver brushed his thumbs along your jaw. “I don’t know but I’d like to see where we're going. Take it day by day, ya know.”

“That’s a great idea I think.” You stood up on your tiptoes, grabbing his cheeks and pushing your lips against his for another kiss. 

Just one kiss had changed your dynamic from friends to something more and you couldn’t wait to explore where it might lead you.

The days after you spent swimming, hiking and just exploring Monaco and the area around the principality. You'd keep your relationship under wraps from the rest of the world for now, not an easy feat with him being a famous Formula 1 driver, but it didn't mean you had to sneak around. Daniel took you on a few dates and you promised to try and be at a few more races, staying at the Renault garage, rooting for your favorite Aussie. You also met his friends and saw Max again, enjoying the time out on the water with them and knew he had needed that time off from all the drama since the start of the season, not just with the pandemic but with the Renault-McLaren issue, too.

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[eremosjournal]

My Queen and Savior: Ru Paul Charles

by Teresa Arredondo

I have been waiting a long time for this day. The day that I can share my testimony about my Queen & Savior: RuPaul Charles.

In the initial days of the pandemic I, like the rest of the planet, was in shock. The world felt out of control and I felt so incredibly isolated. Simultaneously, I had begun deconstructing my Catholic faith and questioning many portions of my faith, which at the time was the bedrock of my life. Once I was laid off from full time ministry it felt like I had hit rock bottom. I was looking around at the rubble of the life I had created around a church who I felt had bamboozled me. 

I was talking about all of this with my best friend who told me she thought it was time. It was finally time for me to hear the gospel of RuPaul’s Drag Race. She created a road map for my viewing pleasure (which you’re damn right I will include here) that led me through the many seasons of Drag Race, All Stars (the competition of fan favorites from past seasons) and Untucked (the quasi “behind the scenes” conversation of the queens post judging). I started this journey to the divine on a Friday night with my favorite blanket, and a glass of wine that was well over the legal limit.

I was immediately entranced. I watched as contestant after contestant dazzled me with their transformation! From their clothes, to their padding, their makeup, and their lipsyncing. I loved every second of the show. The challenges that tested their creativity and ability to think on their toes inspired me. I was brought to tears as the queens shared their stories of coming out to their families and about their first time in drag. The show quickly became all I talked about, all I watched, and all I thought about. Drag Race became the thing I evangelized about, sharing with friends and family how I felt so much more alive, joyful, and fulfilled with it in my life. I started passing around the viewing guide with anyone who remotely showed interest. I was inches away from going door to door to share the good news with my neighbors! But you know, it was still a pandemic so I didn’t want to get crazy.

The gospel of RuPaul and the final words of every episode across all 11 countries who now have their own Drag Race shows is, “If you can’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?”

The invitation of Drag Race is one of acceptance, questioning stereotypes, pushing boundaries, creating family out of community, and simply loving this one life we have. 

Honest to RuPaul, watching the show has changed my life. It is the place I turn when I am feeling down on myself or lost. It has helped me see my own charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent. But above all else it has helped me to see the queen within myself. And that is worth shouting from the rooftops hunty!

Can I get an Amen?

#deconstruction #exvangelical #deconvert #ex catholic #excatholic #exchristian #post christian #ex christian #catholic #post catholic #profane #profanity

[kickthecan-revolution]

I took a 7 am flight to Seattle yesterday to watch my niece’s last home game. So many people were there to support her and I ended up talking to a woman who we had a number of mutual friends with. At one point she said “oh yeah I remember her, she never even got married’” as though it was weird, and I felt a shot of shame go through me. That crowd is so together and so filled with love and support and my sister and I felt like odd balls, further confirmed when my brother didn’t invite us over to the house with everyone afterwards, it really hurt our feelings. I had to fight my sadness at thinking he doesn’t really want us to be with his family in that moment, like we are the part of his family that is the weirder, sad part. It was pretty horrible but I’m still glad we went, and I was able to get on an earlier flight which was good. Writing about it now brings all of that up. There is a lot there I need to examine.

I had a dream that I was in a new home and the President of Retail was there, she was being really nice but horrified, I realized I didn’t have a top on and my big old boobs were waving around and I I didn’t have a shirt to cover up with. Part of me had this feeling like “this is just the way I am” and part of me was deeply ashamed that I had been walking around in front of her like that without realizing it, and I was horrified. I went into the kitchen to find something to wear but it was too late. When she left, I found a beautiful brand new pair of slippers with Ugg like features and I thought they were hers - I imagined her wearing them at home during the pandemic.

The dream changed to my larger team in a room and R my friend wandering around saying hi to everyone but sidling up to me last, like we had to keep our friendship a secret. There was a plate of Japanese cucumber pickle in front of us.

The last part was horrible. I was moving into a small room which was filthy. I was meeting someone there and felt like I couldn’t clean it up on time. Then I was across the table from a white woman with dark brown hair. She was asking me how I dealt with removing evil and I was explaining to her that sometimes it requires an exorcism, but sometimes it can be exorcised through therapy or different, less extreme ways. Like a continuum of options. Her face contorted as though part of her mouth couldn’t move, like a stroke victim, and I got frightened realizing she was evil.

Best part of yesterday was home to the kittens who decided to play wrestle for the first time since I moved here which was lovely.

[mademoiselle-red]

so I was watching this TikTok about how everything is more affordable when you don’t live alone, since you can share stuff like rent (and you can afford a bigger space too!) and groceries and help each other out with chores and errands (assuming equal division of labor) so you all end up with more time and money at the end of the day, and you have people to share food and activities and things with so life is also more fun.

And I was thinking about Ralph in chapter 16 when he went back to his empty room after beating up Bunny, looking around that undecorated and unloved room and just feeling despair at the fact that his attempts to live with someone else never work out, and finding himself unable to face the idea of spending the rest of his life like this. Because one of two things need to happen for him to get out of this: a partner or a lot of money. A partner so he can move into a proper home, or make it far enough in his career to afford a proper home of his own.

Right now the later had been blown to pieces along with his fingers, they’ve sent him back to training, and he is so tired, too tired to climb that ladder all over again. It took 7 years to get to where he is in the merchant navy hierarchy and now he has to learn and climb whatever career ladder awaits a radar operator, if there even is one.

And the former, a partner to share his life with. He tried it with Alec, who is the most reasonable person he knows, but it didn’t work out. Their personalities clashed too much. Alec wanted to avoid claustrophobia, while Ralph wanted to huddle closer for comfort. With Bunny, they clashed on everything: from how to decorate the home to what kind of relationship they could have. They both found each other insufferably smug and stuck-up in their different ways. And with Laurie, he tried to compromise, he really did, but Laurie wouldn’t meet him in the middle. And Laurie wants to rent a room alone in the countryside and get occasional visits from that boy of his. Laurie doesn’t want to share a home, a life with Ralph. And Laurie thinks he is just as fickle and cruel as Bunny. “Maybe that’s why I can’t hold down a relationship. Maybe my parents were right. Maybe Jeepers was right. Maybe they were right all along —there’s no place for me because something is wrong with me.” Maybe he had been planning to end it all at 19, until Spud came along and told him there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe he half-believed it as he rode the train down to Southampton, and decided he’d try making something of his life still, because one person told him it was worth it. And now that one person looked at what he’s made of himself over the past seven years and decided that no, there was something wrong with him after all.

And the thing is, the way Ralph had been living for the past few years before Laurie showed up is really no different from the near-term life Laurie dreamed up for himself in the EMS hospital: renting a room out of someone else’s house, getting frequent visits from a special friend who would never stay long. The only difference being that Ralph’s special friend would have sex with him while Laurie’s special friend would just sit and talk about his moral crisis.

Anyways, I remember how in the early months of the pandemic, when I was still living in Berlin, renting a room in a flat with two roommates who were a couple, it was really miserable for me because I had no other space to be in aside from my own room and the tiny kitchen, which was communal. The living room was their second room. And later that summer, a friend sublet her one-room unit in a university dorm to me, and it was a little better, since I had total privacy, but I was still isolated to my room. When I finally accepted my mother’s invitation to move back into her home in the US at the end of summer, the thing that struck me the most was the house: so many rooms! a full size kitchen! So much countertop space! And someone who cooks for me! And space in the garden for a table and chairs! So many places to lounge around in! I don’t have to drink my coffee in my room anymore! And I can just grab a mug without thinking. It’s all mine, ours. Mind you, I was raised in this house but it felt like I was visiting wonderland for the first time 😂

Like, I totally get Ralph’s happiness the morning after the wedding. It’s not just having sex with Laurie and knowing that he is loved in return. It is being able to wake up in that wonderfully homely house feeling cherished and knowing that everything in this place is dear to Laurie, well looked after, and long loved, and now that includes him.

#yes I know I sound like a millennial hipster going home to her boomer parent #but sometimes stereotypes have a grain of truth