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PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x reader
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NOTES: mysterious danny drabble that was pulled from a scrapped max fic :D fun !
he sat alone at the bar, finger tracing against the edge of his glass. scotch on the rocks, only the rocks had melted, much like the glaciers in antarctica.
god, he hated scotch. he’d much rather be nursing a beer…or a blunt, he wouldn’t discriminate.
“you’ve gotta stop ordering drinks if you’re not going to drink them.”
he didn’t move, no reason to, but a slight twitch on the left side of his lip gave away his amusement.
his eyes followed the condensation drip against the outside of the glass, “i like watching the beads drip down.”
he pulled his finger away from the lip of the glass, wiping the tip of it against the serviette that was seeping the condensation out from under the glass.
“oh, cut your mafioso act, ricciardo.” you slotted yourself into the seat next to him, hand raised to catch the attention of the bartender, “i’ll get a paloma, and get him a beer, would you?”
“buying me drinks already? consider me flattered.” the man, ricciardo, smiled slyly.
“consider yourself not, it’s going on your tab,” a smirk played on your lips, “not all of us make a million every weekend.”
“you and i both know it’s more than a million, sweets.” he watched as the bartender placed the pint of beer in front of him.
“call me that again and i’ll have your dick cut off before you can even register any pain.”
“kinky.”
“you're actually sickening. stop playing games, daniel, you know i’m not the one for them. what’s the gig this time?”
“it’s right to business with you, isn’t it, y/n?” he turned his head to look over at you, the smile on his face lightening into a smirk.
“i suppose so,” you took a sip of your paloma, “or maybe i’m just tired of your theatrics.”
you finally made eye contact with daniel, “well?”
“i’ve got him.”
“him lik–”
“yeah.”
“i find it hard to believe you.”
“well, just try harder then. he’s back.”
“god, you’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat, “and the target? what is it?”
daniel’s fingers tapped on the table. once, then twice. “intel.”
“ah,” you nodded, “i see why i got the message, now. nice flowers, by the way. you should invest in a new jack wilder.”
“you saw me?” his eyebrows raised slightly. he hadn’t seen you when he made the drop.
“no, but your work was sloppy enough to be a signature.”
“thanks, you really know how to make my heart race.” the humour in his tone had gone dry.
the conversation moved on, “so, how are you planning to go about this?”
he stared at you. it clicked. you shook your head, “daniel, no.”
“daniel, yes,” he placed a hand down onto the granite of the counter, “come on, i’ve got more connections this time, i promise it’ll go better than last time.”
“literally anything would be better than last time,” you rolled your eyes, “i’m not sure how much i should trust your words.”
“no, i’m serious this time, y/n. i’ve really got him this time. i’ve got a way to him, it’s right there. i can see it.”
you scoffed, “oh, can you? how dirty is the road leading up to it?”
“nothing a few extra hands couldn’t handle.” he gave you a hopeful smile.
“new links?” you raised an eyebrow at him, going back to his earlier words.
daniel raised his hands, “he was gone for a while. i got bored, ended up meeting a few new people, did some different jobs. you know how it goes.”
“wow, and i didn’t get invited?” you watched as a small smile fell onto his lips.
“i wasn’t playing ringmaster,” daniel gave you a pointed look, “you said you were out, anyway.”
“and now, you want me back in.” you gave him a sly smirk, “funny.”
daniel’s smile turned serious, “it’s what we’ve been trying for our whole lives. working up to it with every gig.”
and it was true. every job the two of you had done had all been for one final job. him.
you mulled over his initial offer in your mind. “going after intel,” you started, “so no cashout?”
he shrugged, “i’m sure no one would mind if you took a little more than the intel. consider it interest.”
“that’d be quite a lot of interest. what, 20 years?”
daniel hummed, “maybe 25?”
“quite the sum” you emphasized once again.
“his entire fortune would be up for grabs when we’re done with him,” daniel took a swig of his beer, “take a share and split the rest.”
“do you trust them?” your eyes fell on his hands, looking for a tell.
“we’re all after the same thing. i do,” his fingers didn’t even shake. he was telling the truth.
“fine,” you sighed, “i’ll take your word for it, dan, but the second something feels off, i’m calling it.”
daniel smiled, sitting up straight in his seat, “wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
you finished off your drink, “alright, then,” you got out of your seat, “you know where to find me.”
“i’ll see you soon, n/n.”
you threw a middle finger in the air at the title, already on your way out, “don’t call me that. i’m not a kid anymore.”
daniel watched as your figure disappeared within the crowd, “as you wish, bellissima.” beautiful.
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Hi Nina! I know we can't know too much about the side characters, but are there any crumbs you can tell us about?
oooh!!! honestly i love all the rm side characters -- and by that i mean like...75% of the characters in south park because for some reason i decided to put like all of them in rm, which is such a nightmare smh.
but hmmmmm....okay. so there's a kyle-centric side plot i really like in rm that shows up pretty soon ( that's why i'm not that worried about talking about it ) that is basically sort of kyle's legally blonde / righteously readhead moment where kyle's crimina laur professor AKA mr. motherfucking mackey, Babey! puts out this batshit insane, hard ass, ball-busting, literally Impossible To Pass midterm from hell, mmkay? and the 4 students that score the highest on the exam get to work with him on a pro-bono real life case out there in the world.
& the students that score the highest, better known as Jersey's Lawyer Core Four, ( yes, theyre a ragtag group of misfits, no they do not work well together/like each other v much at first ) are as follows:
kyle broflovski, heidi turner, tolkien black...
...and clyde donovan LKSHDSSKDHSD
( more on the sillies below...theyre jst Concepts atm but here! <3 )
now, back to clyde who....Sigh....
...everyone assumes got chosen because clyde's father essentially runs the university and his mother was a Crazy Talented Lawyer Lady who became the world's youngest supreme court justice before she passed -- i want to say clyde either indirectly caused/was present when she died and his father never forgave him/resented him for it...
but uhhhhh actually he just filled in the scantron in the shape of a Dinosaur and scored ONE POINT HIGHER THAN KYLE....do u know how MAD kyle was??? ohhhmg he was like yOU MUSTVE CHEATED YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE HERE U FUCKEN HALFWIT kyle is about to strangle clyde during the entire fanfiction smh i love the lawyer side plot so much hes like constantly running from kyle oof
but yeah thats clyde...he is the Big Man on Campus. hes kind of frat boy obnoxious like id call him a himbo but hes a chad tbh...HES GOT A GOOD HEART THO!!! he Means Well hes just suuuch a fkn disaster.
also i talk about him in a different ask ( someone asked me abt lesbian bebe! <3 ) but clyde has been in 'love' with bebe like his whole life and the running gag is he keeps trying to ask her out and has struck out Every Single Time its so funny help i luv him hes so LAME like clyde pls stop flexing she doesnt Want u!! shdjksd HE CRIES A LOT...clyde & ravenstan collab when oh my god...which tbh i do not think clyde likes cd but he respects their ability to pick up girls smh...
( also note: clydes a bicon but he does Not kno that yet...pray 4 him )
AND i actually think hes a REALLY GOOD lawyer!!! he has his moms passion and innate ability! but hes a disorganized mess and no one thinks that the can do it so he psyches himself out a lot...but hes gonna Shock Us All! HES A SLOW BURN OKAY!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU CLYDESDALE ) hes also craigs super best friend...no1 gets it. theyre brothers/soul bonded. like they are a truly iconique duo, tbh.
so uhhhh heidi works at grounded with kyle!!! i dont have her fleshed out but obvi she is our environmental law erin brockovich crunchy granola queen. her hair goes down to her ass...always smoking that grass...she is pagan, very good friends with tweek ( witchy legends ), she wears a lot of big funky statement jewelry, v sweet, v shy, but is at every single campus protest, lesbian but uh...cant talk to girls...
particularly one girl...with cool dyed red hair and a really cool sternum tattoo...who bartends at the lesbian bar and sometimes plays really kick ass indie rock music/is currently tryin to make it big like crimson dawn...possibly half peruvian and cousins w/craig. anyways! heidi is very lovely and kyle actually likes her very much because she lowkey reminds him of stan and marjorine combined into one person so he is very scary older brother overprotective of her bc shes his baby gay law student little sister and a strong breeze will blow her over....smh.
and finally, tolkien black is in a similar boat as kyle where there was a lot of pressure for him to fall into a certain profession but i think that tolkiens dad in the rm verse was like a very famous director and his mom was also involved in acting/film industry ( i think he may actually know raven/co. bc his dad helped direct their music vids ). tldr; tolkiens family is v affluent, indulgent and Rich Rich. like richer than fkn god like i think he was delivered on a yacht tbh. That RICH.
and tolkien was supposed to just fall into that role of acting...but has no interest in following in his parents footsteps/using them to make a name for himself or pretending to be someone hes not for that matter ( and just to pay homage to the show, i might have it so he changed his name from token to tolkien bc token was vapid ) and wanted to become a lawyer bc hes passionate abt pro-bono cases, specifically public defending/helping people who don't have help.
he has a very generous and gorgeous soul, the inside matches the outside tbh...him and kyle dress the best ( heidi is very light, airy, flowy shirts & long skirts, clyde is sloppy frat boy outfits/backwards hat/reps his fraternity [ hes president ], tolkien is kind of chill, casual, understated ( he also has dreads hes so fine ) not flashy but sort of effortlessly put together and kyle is giving crazy dead 1920s evil dark academia tired classics professor realness...hes so hot pls i luv him DREAM TEAM...NIGHTMARE FROM HELL TEAM IF U WILL!!! )
clyde and tolkien also clash and argue a lot in rm/hate each other p much. which uh, in my fanfiction, is v interesting...thats all imma say.
but yeah!!!!! jersey justice lgbt lawyer law student odd squad rise!!!!!
-uncle nina, who can quote legally blonde from memory
p.s. im gonna say clyde and kyle are sp native and heidi and tolkien are not from sp...to keep things interesting...anyways! i hope you enjoyed my weird info dump. these are...my kids...my babies, omg.
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Ongoing PTSD breakdown trauma stuff below the cut, pls ignore, just need to spew it somewhere that like. I know my feelings will be safe to have and type up and whatever. Also, sorta? mild our flag spoilers under the cut bc my brain is a mess and I use characters I love to help metaphor out and explain my own shit so. yeah. that's also a thing here.
Motherfucking random traumatic memory abt Mum fucking. Randomly hitting me while I'm writing fic (for no apparent reason, no idea what triggered my brain to throw this at me when I WAS NEARLY DONE WITH THE FUCKING FIC NO LESS)
So goddamn rude. I'm off my track on the fic now, so I'm setting it aside for the night (we have Ren Faire today (it literally just hit midnight lol), but after that I want to get back to it) and realising I should really write this memory down.
Like. all of the little details about it, the bits of Mum and I and our relationship surrounding it. Both because my brain does tend to shutter some of those things away and makes them hard to get to without it being stupid lengthy a process involving talking out every feeling I'm having with someone else(unless it pulls some shit like tonight, then suddenly it's no fucking problem throwing it all over the place apparently) and because like
I don't know if I could say this one out loud to anyone, but I think I should. Probably a therapist, but it's one of those stupid trauma things of you just Want Someone, Anyone To Know, Now. To acknowledge it and say if it was as fucked up as it feels (bc I will never deny the possibility that I'm being dramatic and it isn't, and I should just. chill the fuck out about it.)
But every time I start trying to type it out I get hit with this wave of a physical response where my arms and wrists and fingers feel like they're clenching up and I Can't type it. And there's a part of me that doesn't want to because if I can see it in letters on a page, then it's real. It's real and it happened and maybe it was as fucked up as it feels like it was and if that's all true then like. it fits with everything else about our relationship that's already fucked up, from the severe (better than it used to be, but I'm sure it's very clear to y'all that it's still Not Good even though I've moved away from her) co-dependence to the emotional incest (fun fact: that term feels like a gut punch every time I hear it, and I've heard it from my therapist more than a few times now over the past 9ish years of treatment.) So I shouldn't be shocked by that or like, upset, right?
Yet I'm here typing this out to put off typing it up, and I'd bet money I don't necessarily have that I'll wind up putting my laptop away, showering, and going to bed without getting it typed. For better or for worse.
Part of the reason I worry so much abt Frenchie this season (aside from that I love him and he's one of my faves and I want nothing but good and happy for him) is because I also subscribe to his 'shove all the fucked up shit you've seen/experienced in a box in your mind and just. Never open it unless you're putting more in there' method of coping (have all my life, it was so weirdly validating to see it onscreen like that explained so plainly) and like. This is me when the box somehow pops open when I didn't mean it to, and I both want Frenchie to be able to process the things that have happened to him but also don't want to see a character I love so much hurt like this. Because it feels like a big stupid gaping open wound in my chest that I'm being entirely too dramatic about, no matter how valid feeling that way abt it might be.
Kind of hope I can just shut the lid on the box so I can get done and go to sleep after I post this. Should I actually type out the memory and everything? I hate to think that the answer my therapist would have given me, if I could afford to be seeing her rn, would be yes. But the thing is, I have fucking Ren Faire tomorrow in my Izzy cosplay (that Housemate says I look good in, which I'll vainly admit I'm rather happy about, even if it is a very inaccurate and homemade cosplay that's missing certain details I can't yet afford to buy), and I don't want to be dealing with any of this for the rest of the night/into tomorrow. I need to sleep so I can go have some fucking fun, for once. I even feel ok to bring my cane with folded in my bag, just in case I need it, bc that would still be in character if I wind up needing to use it. I can count on one hand the times I've had a fun experience where I also felt safe admitting when my body was hurting and using a physical aid to help it get by; I'm not losing this one.
It's not getting typed out, and I need to duct tape that fucking box shut for now.
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