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seraphdreams · 2 years ago

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NO PHOTOS — BAJI KEISUKE/KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

— CONTAINS. fem!reader, 3some, slight choking, praise/degradation, reader is referred to as sweetheart and doll, multiple rounds, tora is an energetic fucker. 18+ mdni.

— WORD COUNT. 4.0k

— NOTES. this is like my 50th repost cause i’m trying to not get flagged but i hope you enjoy the first addition to this miniseries. i really loved writing it all and i hope i don’t have to repost it again :( also listen to the song “no photos” by don toliver!

— LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

They say rivalries could fuck up a friendship.

Not particularly for Baji and Kazutora though.

Rivalry was invigorating to them, something they needed in their day to day lives like water to survive, and even after their childhood years, they still found themselves battling against each other somehow. So, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to Kazutora when he arrived at Bonten’s freshly established headquarters, complete with its own separate hotel and casino, to see that his opponent was Shibuya’s best, Baji Keisuke.

A smirk then followed a laugh when Hanemiya thought over it more. Baji? It’d been years since he last saw his best friend, his only fond memory being attending Keisuke’s graduation; How strange of someone with their veterinary degree to take on racing. To each their own, he presumed.

In turn, however, Kazutora spent most of his time in jail. Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere he went like a lost puppy with its unreliable owner. And at the end of every day, he promised himself he’d get better—He had to. And he did. Prison struck the opportunity for him to pick up new dexterities, other than his last hobby of breaking and entering. With that, he grew increasingly knowledgeable in the field of motorbikes. Once he got out, he landed himself a job at a local bike shop. Comfortable; the pay was great, he did what he loved, and when he was exceptionally lucky, he’d get to compete against others in his area, being an undefeated favorite as well.

Now with him settled into his suite, alongside his roguish roommate, the need for competition grew stronger.

“It’s been a minute, huh, Keisuke?” Kazutora sighs out, laying across the opposite side of his bed. Coming from Tora, it was rich. Rich in the sense that whenever it came down to the two going head to head back in Shibuya, Kazutora conveniently found himself sitting in a cell. “Sure has. I was startin’ to think your bum ass was scared of me.” Baji responds with a snicker, adjusting his head on the headboard of the luxurious hotel bed.

“Never. But hey..” Kazutora starts, sitting up straight and resting his weight against his hands behind him. From the shift in octave of his last vocables, Baji knew to listen intently despite aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Probably looking at bikes again..

“Y’seen that new girl Bonten’s been hoarding? Fucking gorgeous.” Kei’s focus flits immediately to Hanemiya. “New girl?”

If you could only see the look on Tora’s face when he described you, as if he’d seen an angel from Heaven and came back down to Earth just to report it back to Baji. It was entertaining to say the least, how expressive he got when telling Keisuke you were about this tall, and your hair was the sexiest shade of this color, and he can’t fucking forget about your body. Each dip and curve of your frame was engraved into his brain with so much depth that if he’d somehow end up with amnesia, he couldn’t forget—He wouldn’t forget.

“Sounds like a real peach. The hell they need her for?” Baji queries. The truth being, Bonten needed you as a morale booster. Someone to remind them they were human even after a gruesome day’s work, and of course at times they’d get distracted, bend you over the desk in God-knows-who’s office just to make the prettiest mess out of you. It kept their spirits high, and they were fun men so you didn’t mind as much as you should’ve.

Kazutora thought for a second on what his next words would be. Spontaneously, he asks, “Wanna find out?” The question didn’t quite register in Baji’s mind until Tora graciously added that you were the designated flag girl. What a shame it’d be if you didn’t get to know your racers a few hours before they become less than friends and more than foe.

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Last night’s packing took an immense amount of your energy, leaving you only to manage a quick shower in the morning after less than a full night's rest. You blamed Haru; That forgetful bastard, only he would make the mistake of relaying to you that the flight leaves at 6 A.M instead of P.M, which forced you to scramble for time you thought you had.

When you finally arrived at your suite, you opted for a nap to rejuvenate lost time, and fortunately you had been granted the night shift at what was beginning to feel like your new part-time job. You slept soundly without distractions for the next few hours, and once you awoke, a necessary shower was in your presence.

It wasn’t until you stepped out of the shower that you noticed your phone buzzing on the counter, paired with an unknown caller ID at the top of the screen. Normally, you’d ignore it, wait for the ringing to stop and carry on with whatever plans you had for the day, but since Bonten had a particular way of wiring your phone, to say the least, who knew what business you could be called in for.

“Hello?” You hold the phone between your ear and shoulder as you drape the towel around your dampened body. A soft voice projects through the other line, so gentle as though it were merely a whisper. “Is this Y/N?”

You move on to heading out the bathroom and into the bedroom where you set the phone on speaker and begin to apply your smell-goods. “Mhm, what’re you calling for?” There’s a brief bout of silence from the other side until the familiarity of hearing that docile tone vacated and it was replaced by a deeper, brasher timbre. “Y’not busy, are ya? Gotta race in a minute ‘nd ‘m losin’ motivation, sweetheart.” The sentiment of the pet name had heat surging through your body.

This must’ve been what Rindou was talking about. And to think all that talk about needing to “stick close by his side” because the others were bound to want you, was just a scheme to be possessive. Maybe actually listening to Bonten could teach you a few things.

You weren’t dumb as to not realize who was on the phone. It clicked for you the moment you heard his voice. He was your Boss’s friend, the one you reigned attractive against the others in the photos he’d shown you. Mikey had warned you that he was an unpredictable man, but seeing as Sanzu was someone you dealt with on a daily basis (regardless of if you wanted to or not), Baji was nothing.

Surely, you weren’t too busy with anything, and a quick welcome visit couldn’t hurt. “Not busy at all. Which room are you in, Keisuke?”

Fucking hell. Just how cute can you get? Kei tries his hardest to not let the grin on his features go noticed, or to not let the excitement rush straight to his dick, yet he fails at both. “Na, Kazutora..” You could hear him on the other end calling for Tora’s attention. “What room are we in?”

You couldn’t hear Tora’s response over the phone but luckily Baji was gracious enough to repeat it a second time, not necessarily just for you to hear; but for emphasis. An allure, roughly.

Room 602 — Who knows what’s to come?

Luckily, you were provided with the cutest checkered set, a gift from Ran Haitani himself—complete with a teensy tiny skirt and tight little crop top that left no part of your chest to the imagination. Truly adorable, the way it had fit your body, the uneasy feeling of bareness waning away once you stepped into your platform Miu Miu heels.

After some twirling in the mirror, you felt ready enough to make your way to their suite. You knocked gently against the lacquered door, in contrast to how sturdy, heavy almost, it felt underneath your knuckles. The handle turns and the door is pulled from the inside, revealing the men who occupied the area.

They had to be over 6’0, the both of them. You weren’t expecting to be towered over within the first ten seconds of arriving, it was evident on their features that they found you rather cute. The one you came to recognize as Baji was posted against the wall with his arms crossed, sharp eyes taking you in gradually. Hmm, intimidating.

The other held the door open, a soft close-eyed smile on his face. Ran would make the same expression with you at times too. A dark mole near his right eye gave him a more feminine look in comparison to the raven haired male a foot behind him. He seemed friendly, this must’ve been the carrier of the dulcet voice you heard from before.

“Cute outfit, that what you’re wearing tonight?” Baji queries, relaxing his stance in the slightest. Kazutora pulls the door in more, allowing you ample room to slip past him and to shut the door behind you. It takes a while for you to slowly nod while taking in the view of their room. Bonten really outdid themselves when coming up with floor plans for the hotel because every inch of each square foot seemed to be crafted specifically to fit their divine tastes. Nevertheless, a golden view of the water from the window situated in the living space. “I’ll try not to ruin it then.” Huh? What does he mean by that?

Your focus hastily snaps back to the man before you, a sinister smirk quirking at his lips that reveals two sharp… fangs? He’s far more frightening in person.

A hand on your wrist enthusiastically guides you to their room, it’s Kazutora, sitting you down amongst the bedsheets. Baji follows behind him, sitting across from you two. “Tora, relax. You’ll scare her.” You giggle at Keisuke’s assertiveness, receiving an eyebrow raise from him as soon as the airy chuckles reach his ears. “‘m not scared.” You respond, hands placed over your bare thighs.

“You’re so cute, like a doll. You’d let us get to know you a bit?” Kazutora’s voice resonates from the side of you he sat beside. You turn to look at him only now noticing his golden-hued eyes.

Very pretty.

“Of course.” Your response came out in a reassuring tone, the pair falling harder and harder for you as each second passes. Kazutora’s hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him, the tips of his fingers dancing dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“You gotta boyfriend?” He sing-songs. Baji leans in closer despite only being two feet away, his hands folded and rested over his lap. “Not technically.” You chime out, feeling as though you’ll go dizzy from the tantalizing scent of the man beside you.

“Not technically?” It’s Baji’s voice you hear now. “I mean, ‘m not with Bonten, but sometimes they treat me like a girlfriend.” Which wasn’t far from the truth. Your relationship with Bonten could be described as something similar to a friends with benefits ordeal. Not quite, but not far off.

“Your little boyfriends would probably be disappointed if they found out you were here, huh?” In response to Baji’s question, you shake your head. “They don’t have to know.”

So perfect and so fucking dumb. What did they do to deserve you?

Kazutora’s hand trails up your abdomen, to your sternum, and right under your jaw where he grips your throat with the lightest pressure and angles your head upwards to meet his eyes.

Those same friendly orbs from before diminished into something colder, with the faintest hint of mirth behind them. “Be honest with me, pretty baby. Who do ya think is gonna win today’s race? Me, or Keisuke?”

Hypnosis is what it felt like when you stared into his eyes, attempting to muster up an answer that would satisfy both parties, although you just… didn’t know. Kei’s eyes narrow as they land on Tora’s, the quick glance they give each other filled with devilry.

“I-I don’t know.” You give him your final resolve. Kazutora releases his grip on you and moves his hands back to your thighs, slightly pushing them open to reveal the barely there panties you wore underneath your skirt. “Don’t know?” Hanemiya’s voice is whispered against the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “How ‘bout we show you? You’d like that?” Hands that were previously between your thighs find themselves tugging down your little shirt, kneading the flesh of your tits softly. You elicit a low whine, nodding your head as Baji situates himself between your thighs, using his sharp teeth to pull the fabric of your panties down until they hang off one ankle.

“Imma make ya feel fucking good.” His eyes lock onto yours as he uses his tongue to switch between flicking and sucking at your clit. Kazutora settles behind you, allowing you to somewhat rest against his back while he continuously plays with your nipples.

Baji’s tongue is dangerous, he’s messy. The feeling of the wet muscle in and out of your core causes a docile whine to reverberate from your throat. He keeps your shaky legs open with his large, calloused hands, his pointed nose inadvertently aiding in the pleasure stemming from your clit and the only way you can really react is by bucking your hips up like a desperate whore. You couldn’t help it, he knows he’s too good.

“Kei-Keisuke!” You stutter out, hand moving to tangle in his dark locks, tugging gently. He returns your whine with a groan, speeding up his ministrations which make your hole twitch around him, legs threatening to close any second. From his perspective, you looked like an angel. Everything about you so sweet, cute, and innocent. Just the thought of knowing how other men have had their way with you, gets him harder than a fucking rock.

It’s incredibly messy at this point. Kazutora’s lips take purchase on yours, kissing you sloppy and rough. His fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples cause you to go crazy, just a thread holding you back from your orgasm. You’re so incredibly wet too, Keisuke can’t even tell if the strings of slick dripping down the bedsheets come from his saliva or the growth of your arousal.

You can't take anymore at this point, opting to run away from the pleasure instead of giving in, but Baji’s hands grip hard around the fat of your thighs, keeping you still as he gives you a sharp glance, one that’s only a warning. Kazutora pulls away to recollect his breath, eyes scanning over the scene on display. There’s a dopey grin on his face that you miss as he watches your clit twitch. “Fuck, her pussy’s so pretty!”

“Gonna cum! L-Lemme cum!” Your voice is slurred, hips uncontrollably rutting into Baji’s mouth. He slows the jerking of his own hips against the mattress, pulling away from your heat and replacing the lost feeling with his fingers on your clit. He circles them against the nub with slight pressure, watching how your jaw drops open and sonorous mewls slip out.

“This whatcha wanted? Y’sound so pretty, even that pussy’s talkin’ ta me.”

You were too caught up in your own pleasure to even notice the raunchy squelches of your creamy cunt resonating throughout the room. How embarrassing.

It only takes a few more moments for your body to convulse under the sensation, your juices dripping down Kei’s arm and back arched against Kazutora’s chest. “Atta-fucking-girl! Look at that!” Tora coos. That signature smirk returns back to Baji’s features, mesmerized with the way your pussy pulses in orgasm. “We’re gonna have so much fun witcha tonight.”

Keisuke sits up, kneeling at one side of the bed, repositioning you so that you’re arched nice and pretty for him while Kazutora kneels at the other end, your face millimeters from his cock. Kei wraps five digits around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him to meet his eyes. You stare up at him with those angelic orbs, doe eyes rendering nothing behind them, just pure vacancy while you pout in the slightest, a reaction from his vice-like grip around your throat. “Y’gonna take it all for us?” A quiet mhm is muttered from your throat, Baji beaming down at you with his menacing smile, satisfied with your answer. “Be careful with Tora,” Keisuke lets his grip go and he leans down over you, whispering into your ear, loud enough for the other to hear. “He’s a throat fucker.”

He sits back up straight, unzipping his pants slowly before taking out his hard-on. If only you could see how much Kei leaked, just how huge it was. You could only guess when he teasingly slipped the tip in and out, entertained with the way you stretched around him. Kazutora, on the other hand, slides his length down your throat fully, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around his shaft, gradually building up a bobbing rhythm.

Kei wanes his teasing enough when he watches how well you envelop the half-blond. He slowly pushes into you at the hilt, sighing out a deep rasp before practically pounding your hole, leaving you no room to adjust to his massive cock.

God, his dick is fucking heavy. It stretches you out wide enough to the point where you feel as though your cunt can’t take anymore, all while your hands grip the sheets underneath you for leverage that only helps in the slightest. Tora’s hand grips at the hollow of your cheek while you continue to take as much of him as you can. He’s really trying his hardest to not let his hips take control and accept the pleasure you’re languidly giving him, yet he fails, letting his hips reel back and cock slip down your awaiting throat. His thrusts are hard in tandem with Baji’s, both the men using you to get off.

Little tears begin to pool at your waterline which Kazutora finds amusement in, fucking your throat at a faster, wilder pace. Vibrations from your throat shoot through the parameters of his length, eliciting a whimper which follows a groan. “So fuckin’ good, baby..”

A harsh slap stings across your ass once Keisuke finds his rhythm, the warmth and wetness of your hole inviting him in like he was just meant to be there. You wince in response, trying your hardest to not run from the pleasure. “Guess your men are good for something, cause fuck, you take it so well.” His hand slips down partially, enough for his thumb to enter your puckered hole, pumping the digit slowly. From this, your eyes roll into the back of your head, legs starting to feel like jello and even you can’t seem to keep yourself arched for him. “Y’got so tight after that, ‘s like you want me to cum in you.”

Your mind goes hazy, the only thing bouncing around in that empty brain of yours being the need to make a mess. Just the feeling alone of being used like a toy has your core tightening, the sign of your next orgasm. Tora’s grasp on your cheeks reach lower, the taut sensation of his hand now around your neck. He groans while watching as his cock struggles to fit down your throat. He could virtually grab his phone and record how he’s having his way with you, possibly use it for future reference when he’s alone and missing the warmth you give him.

“Ah shit, I think the little thing’s gonna cum. Is that right?” Keisuke goads, using both hands to pull your faltering hips back up. A tiny mhmm is sounded from your throat and he takes his fingers to rub your clit in tight circles. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he coaxed your orgasm from you, spit dripping from your lips and around Tora’s shaft as a sheer layer of your essence coats the entirety of Keisuke’s cock.

The sight of it all has Tora’s eyes crossing and balls tightening, being the first to shoot his load into your mouth. He gradually slows his movements to a halt, pulling from your mouth to give you a chance to finally breathe. You’re gasping, practically choking when air settles back into your lungs, your body shaking from the overstimulation of Baji inside your heat.

There’s a hard thrust, then another before Baji releases inside you, creating a beautiful mosaic of the messes you both made. Quite the artist, he was.

Before you know it, you’re being manhandled into yet another position, this time being ass up for Kazutora and face to cock with Baji. Just how much stamina do these guys have?

Kazutora’s first to slip in, a more fucked out moan leaving his lips when he observes the way his cock slips easily into your cunt. You’re so fucking wet, he can’t think straight. Baji lines his length up with your lips, shallowly pushing in. “Just the tip, sweetheart. Wanna see if you know how to control yourself.” You wrap your lips around his plush tip, sucking harshly.

Tora finally starts to move. You’re just too fucking wet he can’t help it when he’s already getting carried away, fucking you senseless. Such a mess on his cock, he’s lost.

It was easier to take in as much as Baji prohibited but with the trajectory of Hanemiya’s thrusts, you’re going past your limit.

“Kazutora, slow the fuck down. You got her chokin’ on my cock more than she usually does” Baji hisses out, vexation fueling his arousal. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you’d probably apologize if you could, let the man before you know that you were totally capable of at least trying to keep control. Much to no avail, Kazutora refuses to ease up, instead letting pleasure overrun his senses.

It was loud. The sounds of skin slapping, mixtures of whining and groaning, anyone from outside the door could probably walk past and hear just how cute you sounded getting fucked out your mind. Maybe that’s what they wanted, the whole establishment to know that you weren’t just Bonten’s little slut, but theirs too.

The next few moments whizz by like nothing, your hole getting stuffed for a second time and your tongue met with the acrid flavor of cum. You’re splayed across the bed, heaving for air with fatigue growing inside you hastily. “So, who d’ya think was better? Me or Kei?” It’s that giddy tone that lets you know it’s Kazutora speaking. Both the men seem unaffected from the previous situations yet you're the one left winded. “Both..You both were really, really good.”

Kazutora makes a buzzer-like sound, as if you’d been mistaken in your resolve. “Wrong! There’s only one winner.” Baji scoffs at Kazutora’s antics, checking the time on his phone. “We should probably head out, seems like races’ll start soon.”

“Do me a favor, baby..” Baji’s words hang off the tip of his tongue purposefully as he makes his way to you, standing you up and adjusting your outfit back in place. “Be good and keep our cum stuffed in this tight little hole, or else your boyfriends’ll be real upset.”

He tilts his head in a mocking manner and you nod along.

A quick wave of goodbye and wishes of “good luck!” leave your lips as you finally leave the BajiTora abode. Tonight’s race should be interesting one.

— In the end, it was Kazutora who reigned victorious, leaving Baji to his first defeat. The victor didn’t matter to them, they just enjoyed it; enjoyed being together whenever they could. For sure, Chifuyu would have to hear about this once they get back home.

After your limited experience of waving around a flag while trying to keep your panties from revealing too much, you grew tired, quite frankly. There had to be other things to do once races completed.

“Wonder what Koko’s doing!”

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onlyonetifosi · 11 months ago

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Behind the camera -> chapter 8

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author note1: more yn/joris fluff 🥹🥹 based on charles los angeles vlog here

The warm California sun welcomed Charles Leclerc and his entourage as they stepped off the plane at Los Angeles International Airport. The city's vibrant energy and palm-lined streets signaled the beginning of a much-needed break for the Formula 1 driver and his companions.

"Ah, Los Angeles! It's good to be here," Charles exclaimed, stretching his arms wide.

Andrea, Charles’ trainer, nodded in agreement. "Sì, Los Angeles è sempre bello. È il momento di divertirsi" ( Los Angeles is always beautifuI) (t's time to have fun)

Joris, Charles's best friend and Yn's boyfriend, grinned. "Time for some fun, my friends!"

As they settled into their luxurious villa, Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. "This is exactly what I needed, guys. A break from the racing world and some time to unwind," he said, a genuine smile on his face.

The group, which included Charles, Andrea, Joris, Charles's girlfriend Alexandra, Riccardo, and his wife Marta, as well as Antoine, Charles's photographer and videographer, headed to their hotel to drop off their bags. Charles couldn't help but glance at Yn, his twin sister, who was engaged in lively conversation with Alex.

"Hey, Yn, ready for some LA adventures?" Charles teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Yn rolled her eyes. "Always ready, Charles. As long as you don't embarrass me too much, big brother"

The group's first activity was a friendly basketball game at a nearby court. Charles, not known for his basketball skills, tried his best to dribble and shoot hoops.

"Mon dieu, Charles, maybe stick to racing, tu es vraiment nul au basket!" Yn teased him, earning a laugh from the others.

Alexandra chuckled, also teasing him, "Yea, mon cher, maybe stick to the racetrack. Your skills on the court are... how do you say... not impressive."

Charles smirked, replying in kind, "Eh bien, at least I'm a world-class driver, not a basketball player. And Yn you think you’re very funny, Yn. Let's see you try" Charles replied, passing the ball to her.

After a few failed attempts, Yn admitted defeat. "Okay, maybe basketball is not my forte either, it's a twins thing"

The group decided to cool off with some ice cream, sharing laughs and stories. Charles couldn't help but admire the way Joris and Yn interacted—the subtle glances, the shared jokes. It was a reminder of the strong bond they all shared.

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The following day, the group rented bikes and explored the iconic Venice Beach boardwalk. Charles and Alex shared a tandem e-scooter, while Yn sat on Joris's lap and with Andrea on another.

"Vous avez l'air tellement mignons ensemble!" Alexandra grinned. (You two look so cute together!)

Yn couldn't help but giggle as Joris wrapped his arms around her waist. "Looks like you guys are having fun," Charles shouted from behind them, causing them all to burst out laughing.

Yn blushed, playfully swatting her brother's arm. "Ignorez-lui, il est juste jaloux" Joris calms her before the two siblings start bickering (Ignore him, he’s just jealous)

"Bon, let the race begin!" Charles declared, revving the e-scooter engine.

Andrea struggled to keep up, and Yn couldn't stop giggling at his attempts. The Venice Beach adventure ended with a mini-race, with everyone enjoying the wind in their hair.

Next on the itinerary was a trip from Malibu to Universal Studios. Yn couldn't contain her excitement, especially when they entered The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

"Charles, we need to buy wands!" Yn exclaimed, practically dragging him into Ollivanders.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Yn whispered, holding her wand and exploring the magical surroundings and Charles chuckled, indulging his sister's enthusiasm "You really are a fan, aren't you?"

Yn winked. "Always."

"Charles, you have to try the butterbeer! It's amazing!" she exclaimed, dragging him toward the Three Broomsticks.

"Alright, alright, I'll give it a go," Charles chuckled, letting Yn lead the way.

Meanwhile, Joris and Alexandra rushed behind them, especially behind Yn. "I can't believe we're here," Joris whispered

"Me neither, but it's magical and they seem so excited," she replied, high fiving him.

"Look at her, she's like a kid in a candy store," Alexandra remarked, her arm intertwined with Charles'’ when they finally reached the twins in a merchandise shop.

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The group also spent another day at Six Flags, where Charles, Alex, and Yn attempted to persuade Andrea and Joris to go on some thrilling rides.

"I prefer the safety of solid ground," Joris insisted, while Andrea nodded in agreement.

Charles, not one to be deterred, grabbed Joris and Andrea by their arms and playfully dragged them towards the rides.

"Come on, guys! Live a little!" Charles exclaimed.

"Non, non, pas question," Andrea protested (No, no, out of the question)

Joris nodded in agreement. "We'll pass, thanks"

"Come on, Andrea, we'll hold your hand the whole time," Yn said with a grin.

Yn, ever the persuader, looked at Joris with puppy-dog eyes, "Allez, mon amour, just one ride!"

"Yeah, come on, guys! It's all in good fun," Alexandra urged, exchanging a glance with Yn.

Joris resisted, but Yn's persistence paid off. Andrea, on the other hand, was tougher to crack. Charles, feigning violence, grabbed Andrea and Joris by the collars, threatening with a smile, "You're coming with us, whether you like it or not!"

Andrea finally relented, and the four of them headed to the ride. As they waited in line, Charles couldn't resist teasing Andrea about his fear.

"Don't worry, Andrea, I'll protect you," he joked, wrapping an arm around his trainer.

Andrea rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The group's day ended with a whimsical game at the carnival section of Six Flags. A victorious throw won them two enormous plushie bananas. Gleefully, they engaged in a playful banana battle, filling the air with laughter and the occasional thud of soft impacts.

"Attention! Incoming banana attack!" Charles shouted unexpectedly.

Laughter echoed as bananas flew through the air, hitting targets with precision. Alexandra threatened Charles, "If you hit me one more time, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"Banana warfare!" Charles laughed, dodging plushie projectiles.

And they engaged in a hilarious banana fight, Joris and Andrea being the main targets.

The evening continued with board games and ping pong. Charles and Andrea engaged in fierce ping pong battles, while Yn and Alexandra shared laughter and girly moments.

"Hey, Yn, let's go shopping tomorrow before we leave," Alexandra said, breaking Yn out of her thoughts.

Yn grinned. "I would love that"

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The following morning, Alexandra and Yn set out for their much-anticipated shopping trip in the heart of Los Angeles. The city's famed boutiques and exclusive shops awaited their exploration. The sunlit streets beckoned them as they strolled, laughter and excitement filling the air.

Their first stop was a trendy boutique showcasing the latest in Los Angeles fashion. Racks adorned with colorful dresses, stylish accessories, and unique pieces lined the walls. Alexandra and Yn eagerly sifted through the racks, exchanging opinions and approving nods.

"I can't believe how different the styles are here," Yn remarked, holding up a vibrant sundress.

Alexandra nodded in agreement. "It's a whole new world of fashion. I love it!"

After finding some stylish additions to their wardrobes, the duo headed to Shepora, that promised exclusive and makeup brands that are not available in Europe.

Yn's eyes widened as she discovered the vibrant array of products, including makeup from House Glass, and other niche brands that had yet to make their way across the Atlantic.

"Alex, look at this! I've heard so much about this and now we can finally try it" Yn exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

Alexandra, equally thrilled, added a few items to her basket. "And House Glass! I've been dying to get my hands on their products. This is like a beauty paradise."

The duo then ventured into clothing stores that were exclusive to the United States. American Vintage, Brandy Melville, and Forever 21 were on their list, promising a unique shopping experience with styles not commonly found in their European wardrobes.

As they explored the racks of clothes and tried on various outfits, the two friends couldn't contain their joy. Yn found a bohemian-style dress at American Vintage that perfectly suited her taste, while Alexandra discovered a trendy jacket at Brandy Melville that she couldn't resist.

With bags full of fashionable finds and exclusive makeup and after a successful shopping spree, the duo met with the rest of the group for a leisurely lunch. They chose a charming outdoor cafe with a relaxed atmosphere, where the California sun cast a warm glow over the scene.The vibrant energy of Los Angeles seemed to follow them, making the meal even more enjoyable.

Charles, Joris, Andrea, Riccardo, Marta, and Antoine were eager to hear about the shopping escapades of the two ladies.

"So, how was the shopping spree, ladies?" Charles asked with a grin.

Yn laughed, "We may have gone a little overboard, but it's all worth it."

Yn and Alexandra couldn't stop sharing their excitement, showcasing their newfound treasures and makeup finds. The group laughed and exchanged stories, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie.

Charles, Joris, Andrea, and the others eagerly greeted Yn and Alexandra, curious about their shopping spoils. The table quickly became a showcase of vibrant fabrics and makeup palettes.

"Wow, those dresses are stunning!" Joris exclaimed, eyeing the bags.

"And look at these makeup goodies! You two are going to turn heads," Charles added with a grin.

"Looks like the shopping trip was a success," Joris remarked, his eyes twinkling.

As they settled into lunch, the conversation flowed seamlessly between bites of delicious California cuisine. Yn and Alexandra recounted their shopping adventures, sharing anecdotes about the unique styles and products they discovered.

"Next time, we're all going shopping together!" exclaimed Marta, glancing at the fashionable purchases.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city of angels, the group bid farewell to the vibrant streets of Los Angeles. Early the next morning, they would embark on the next leg of their journey, heading to the Vegas Grand Prix.

The excitement in the air was palpable as they boarded the plane, their hearts still buzzing with the memories of the Californian adventure. Ahead lay the glittering lights of Las Vegas, where the roar of engines would once again take center stage in the world of Formula 1.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about joris and yn and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (drama coming soon)

taglist: @love4lando @gcldtom @im-mi @topguncultleader @celesteblack08 @reblog-princess @sunf1ower16

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sibi sibiii how do you think our ogc, aaol, and ihyily couple celebrate their 10th year anniversarry?🥺🥺

Goshshsh I love this question 🥺 I feel like all of them would do something totally romantic 🥺 also, why can I see them going on a trip for it?? like literally all of them?

OGC Couple

would definitely go somewhere snowy

they LOVE colder destinations

actually, scratch that

they would go on a trip to New Zealand

rent out bikes and travel the islands

they'd sleep in hotels, guesthouses, tents and campervans

they'd take way too many pictures

and stay at places for as long as they want to

they would definitely want to make memories

and see as much as possible of the country

also obviously, there will be steamy tent sex :)

highkey? they'd do an intimate two-on-two vows renewal under the starry sky on the day of their anniversary

and Koo will cry like a cutie because he loves her so much

AAOL Couple

I see them wanting to city sightsee

Europe

they'd go on a trip around the continent

and look at as many cities as possible

they would definitely only stay in luxurious hotels because Koo insisted

he likes treating her as his queen and she just accepts it

oh my god so much hotel room sex

they'll have a romantic dinner on their anniversary day and afterwards they'll stroll through the city holding hands

so many photos will come out of this day

and they'll have the sweetest, most emotional sex at night

with whispered vow renewals during aftercare cuddles <3

IHYILY Couple

somewhere tropical and warm

you know, to get those honeymoon vibes again

they will have asked Yoongi for babysitting duties of their daughter

to which he agreed under the condition that they will babysit his daughters too once he's going on a trip with his wifey

bahhah it's only fair

they will definitely use this holiday to get some well deserved and way too rare two-on-two time

swims in the ocean, strolls along the beach, exploring new restaurants each night

I can also see Tae befriending random locals wherever he goes

he'll take lots of pictures

and she will collect ever little memorabilia for her scrapbook

because she plans on making a scrapbook about this trip

Tae will end up collecting and picking up stuff as well just so she can have it <3

lots of sex because they have so much catching up to do

I see them doing a vow renewal on the beach with some champagne

they definitely write them out so she can put them in her scrapbook <3

This was so sweet gosh 🥺💜

#asks: aaol #asks: ogc #asks: ihyily #asks #anon #hcs #hcs: aaol #hcs: tct #hcs: ihyily #character lists

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istadris · 1 year ago

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Random Wario headcanons ( @scribeprotra this might interest you) :

Wario is greedy and opportunistic, always trying to piggyback off other people's success and riches ; for years that means ripping off Mario's success, causing trouble for him, even stealing his looks.

Or so everyone thinks.

Because despite everything, Wario never copied Mario's moustache, outfit or cap. It's just a very weird coincidence that they both favoured the same outfit, although it makes sense in both cases : they have a field job that requires getting dirty or being exposed to the elements, and they want to have a recognizable look for their brand.

BUT. Now everytime someone sees Wario, they think "oh look, a Mario knock-off, how nasty!".

And it drives Wario INSANE. He's lived here for YEARS before that pipsqueak came and stole the glory ! He INVENTED that outfit!!! If anything, MARIO is the cheap knock-off ! He's been living through years of "oh your OC looks like this famous brand character", who wouldn't get angry about it ?

Meanwhile he doesn't even consider Luigi, except by association with Mario, and so requiring him to hire Waluigi so they can both mess with the Bros (Waluigi doesn't even know why they're fighting with these two midgets, he's just here for the drama)

That is, until he learns (through one of his business partner who sponsors E.Gadd) that Luigi is LOADED.

Several mansions, a high-luxury resort hotel, rare paintings, cash, gems, DIAMONDS ?? When he learns Luigi is also a successful poker player, Wario almost drops on his knees for a fake love declaration.

So now he tries to ingratiate himself to Luigi through all means. Invitations to cool events (except now Luigi throws these to the trash without even reading them: it took time but he learned his lesson), fancy gifts, expensive dog treats, the newest bike, he spares no expense.

Does it work ? I have no idea. Luigi is a dummy who gets easily distracted and Wario's unsubtle efforts to earn his favour fly over his head half of the time.

But at some point Wario and his crew run in trouble with a ghost infestation, Luigi hears about it and even if he doesn't want to get involved with more ghost stuff, he's still too nice to say no (especially when E.Gadd is pushing him toward helping his investor's friends), so he shows up at Wario's door with the Poltergust.

#super mario bros #miscellaneous mario madness #luigi's mansion #back at it with my rich Luigi headcanons

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The pair travelled two days in relative silence.

Single word sentences in between periods of engine roar being the only sound. Pecco didn't mind it, talking wouldn't distract him from the feeling of Enea's arms around his waist. Pecco knew nothing except his name. No knowledge of his family, his past. He didn't even know what his face looked like.

But yet he trusted him.

Enea was lost in thought as Pecco pulled into an abandoned hotel. He didn't know what Pecco was planning, but even with his slight naivety he wasn't a threat. He wasn't a replacement for Diggia, nobody was. But at least he wasn't alone anymore, listening to his own thoughts. With Pecco's heartbeat under his fingers, the sound of Diggia screaming was softened.

Where was Diggia now? A zombie somewhere cursed with eternal damnation as he walked the earth dead? Did he end his own life before it all became too much? Enea didn't even know what happened with Diggia, he didn't know what stuck his friend down.

They both climbed off the bike, Pecco dragging it through the hotel lobby as Enea scouted ahead for a room key. It was easy, all the bureaucracy that once came with 5* hotels gone. Pecco followed Enea with the bike, quickly getting into the room as groans echoed through the corridor. There was a single bed in the room, and a sofa large enough for one person to sleep on.

They took turns using the shower, relishing the little luxury of cleanliness. Pecco went in first, showerimg as Enea raided the mini fridge. He came out, a towel hanging low off his waist. Enea paused as he handed the bottle over as he went into the bathroom.

Pecco changed into a fresh pair of clothes, lying down with an arm over his eyes. He heard Enea come out the bathroom, his Balaklava in his hands. Pecco screwed his eyes shut as Enea turned to change, unaware of Pecco.

He couldn't help stare at Enea's toned back. There were a few scratches and scars that Pecco wanted to trace. He let himself look up, eyes memorising the ringlets of Enea's hair. Guilt washed over him as he quickly looked away.

Pecco stayed still as Enea sat down on the bed, Balaklava back on as he strenched. "Where now Diggia?" He asked, a fondness seeping into his voice. Pecco ignored the name Diggia, instead focussing on the question. "I don't know. Do you have a place you want to go?"

Enea shook his head. "No. Everyone I knew is gone. You got anywhere?" Pecco sat up. "Maybe. I don't know. They might have made it." They sat in silence again. Enea standing up to secure the door and windows again as he drew the curtains. Pecco sighed, closing his eyes to sleep.

The bed dipped, Enea laying down on the bed, close enough for Pecco to smell the fancy hotel shampoo, but far enough he couldn't feel any of his body warmth. Pecco was on the verge of sleeping as he heard Enea mutter, "let's find your people." Pecco hummed as they both fell asleep, Diggia on both their minds for different reasons.

#This is shorter than I want it to be but I got a banging headache unfortunately #Adora and writing

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A city for the senses, from the enticing scent of a hearty gumbo to the energizing beat of a jazz band. At The Ritz-Carlton, New Orleans located on the edge of the French Quarter, the experience of the city comes to life as soon as guests cross the threshold of the historic luxury hotel. Set within the 1908 Beaux Arts Maison Blanche building, our hotel highlights traditional Southern ambiance with an elegant interior that reflects the graciousness of Garden District mansions. Immerse yourself in the opulent ambiance of The Ritz-Carlton, New Orleans suites, adorned with exquisite furnishings and plush bedding, and breathtaking views of the city, creating an oasis of tranquility in the heart of the Crescent City.

＊ROOMATES ARE LISTED AT THE END OF THIS POST

HOTEL FACILITIES:

SPA.

Everyday: 9:00 AM-5:00 PM

The experience at The Ritz-Carlton Spa, New Orleans is about more than relaxation; it is a way to connect with the French Quarter's mystical spirit, charming warmth, and defining essences. Signature treatments at our hotel day spa include a New Orleans-inspired Voodoo Ritual and an indulgent couple’s experience in a specially designed Couples Suite. Spread across 25,000 square feet, our hotel's spa is the largest in New Orleans and is appointed with 20 treatment rooms, a café and a boutique.

Featured Wellness Treatments:

Awakening Bamboo Massage

Channeling an uplifting, rhythmic

blend of free-flowing movements,

this enlivening and healing

treatment instills a sense of complete

wellness with the mind settled in a

sanctuary of calm and positivity.

Spa Dream Elemental Massage

This unique massage begins with

your choice of dry essential oil to

induce deep relaxation. Atop a

warm water massage table, gentle

rocking and stretching increases

joint mobility and releases

deep-seated tension.

Natural Resilience Facial

This specialized facial is the

complete approach to skin health.

Powerful age defying techniques

along with cool jade rollers facilitate

lymphatic drainage and leave the skin

firm, lifted, and beautifully radiant.

FITNESS CENTER.

Open 7 days a week, 24 hours a day.

With 24/7 access available with room key, work out in the state-of-the-art Fitness Center. Our fitness center, located adjacent to the spa, offers state of the art cardiovascular machines and weight equipment as well as a spinning studio, complete with a Wexer virtual coach. The studio features a variety of classes reflecting the industry’s hottest titles and trends with more than 600 workouts from top brands such as Zumba, Virtual Active, and FitFusion. Each of these classes can be tailored to guests’ specific needs. Virtual spin bike courses allow guests to travel to destinations such as The Swiss Alps or West Coast from the comfort of the Ritz-Carlton New Orleans gym.

Equipment Available:

Cardiovascular Equipment

Elliptical Machines

Exercise Bikes

Free Weights

Strength Equipment

Treadmills

Weight Machines

SWIMMING.

Mon : 12:00 PM-9:00 PM

Tue-Sun : 9:00 AM-9:00 PM

Resistance Pool and Whirlpool

Indoor

Towels provided

Heated

DINING:

Local dining and musical traditions live on at The Ritz Carlton, New Orleans. Farm-to-table Louisiana cuisine, including shrimp and grits and bouillabaisse, is showcased at M Bistro restaurant. At Davenport Lounge, light fare and cocktails are served to the sounds of live jazz.

M BISTRO.

M bistro’s New Orleans cuisine features a menu with the finest ingredients from farmers in Louisiana, Texas, Mississippi and Alabama.

Breakfast Mon-Fri 7AM-11AM

Breakfast Buffet Sat-Sun 7AM-12PM

Lunch Daily 11AM-2PM

Dinner Daily 5:30PM-10PM

Dress Code:Smart Casual

DAVENPORT LOUNGE.

Enjoy cocktails and light fare, as well as the sounds of resident musician Jeremy Davenport and his band Wednesday-Thursday 5:30PM - 9:30PM, Friday- Saturday 8:00PM - 12:00AM. In addition, Afternoon Tea is offered Saturday 11:00AM and 2:30PM.

Opening Hours:

Mon-Thu,Sun:

11:00 AM-11:00 PM

Fri-Sat:

11:00 AM-1:00 AM

SUITES.

Hotel rooms and suites at The Ritz-Carlton, New Orleans feature commissioned artwork inspired by New Orleans's heritage, smart TVs with streaming apps, and spacious layouts with executive work desks.

PREMIUM QUEEN/QUEEN SUITE.

Premium Suite with 2 Queen Beds, Living/sitting area, Dining area, Separate living room, Wireless internet, for a fee, Coffee/tea maker

2 Queen Beds

Rollaway beds not permitted

Cribs permitted: 1

Pillowtop mattress, Duvet, and Frette luxury linens

EXECUTIVE SUITE.

Executive Suite, 1 King, Living/sitting area, Separate living room, Wireless internet, for a fee, Coffee/tea maker

1 King Bed

Rollaway beds permitted upon request

Cribs permitted: 1

Pillowtop mattress, Duvet, and Frette luxury linens

ROOM SERVICE IS AVAILABLE EVERY DAY 24/7.

FEATURES:

Terraces

Third Floor Upper Lobby

Courtyard & Fountain

ROOMATES:

Nina Dobrev & Andrew Hozier Byrne

Alycia Debnam-Carey & Matt Smith

Selena Gomez & Sabrina Carpenter

Joe Burrow & Dua Lipa

Taylor Hill & Jenna Coleman

Lily James & Glen Powell

Olivia Cooke & Anya Taylor-Joy

Gigi Hadid & Amelia Dimoldenberg

Madison Beer & Callum Turner

Taylor Swift & Daisy Edgar-Jones

Andrew Garfield & Emma D'Arcy

Emila Clarke & Nicholas Galitzine

Florence Pugh & TBD

#starstuddedevents #starstuddedhalloween24

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She’s what?! Pt. 1

Cat has always been a secretive person. That much was obvious when she joined the team. But that’s made her fit in Nekoma’s mysterious cat-like vibes.

It sometimes it concerns them. Such as the time when they found out some toxic fangirls were bullying her due to her acquiring the position as manager. She kept the problem well hidden and refused their help.

“I can’t always rely on you guys. I need to fend for myself” was her reason, though Kuroo understood he reminded her that the team always has her back.

The day was normal, the guys were cleaning up while Cat was compiling notes from today’s practice. She suddenly got a call.

She called Kuroo asking him if it was okay for her to go home a little early due an emergency. He gave her a go ahead.

No one thought much of it until Kuroo got anonymous picture of Cat going inside a limousine.

There was a caption that read “Is this your manager.” There were other words but he can tell they were degrading.

He told the person off but the next day he had a team meeting without Cat and showed them his phone.

Everyone was in a mixture of worry, concern and paranoia. What does this mean? Where was she going?

Lev was the most worried. What was going on with his KitKat?

Yamamoto was obviously pissed. Like who the hell does this person think of their precious manager!? For all he knows that could be a different person or an edit.

Everyone else agreed, yes Cat was secretive but she’s entitled to her secrets and she’ll probably kill them if they snoop. So for now, they just wait and see.

Until they accidentally caught her getting inside the same limousine from the picture.

Technically, they were done with practice for the day but Kuroo wanted one last lap around. They finally finished when they saw their precious manager, the wildcat and kitty cat, going go inside a limo.

This stunned everyone, and that slowly evolved to anger as not only that anonymous bastard was right, Cat was roughly tugged inside.

“CAT!”

Everyone made a mad break for the car, unfortunately due to the distance they couldn’t make it in time.

Kuroo immediately had everyone tail after it. They grabbed their bikes and dashed after it.

Honestly this is the most intense exercise everyone has ever had, with all the dodging and speeding up.

Eventually, the limo slowed at the entrance of rather luxurious hotel. Making the guys stop somewhere far enough to observe but still hidden, when they finally got their bearings they noticed the area.

“Hey.. Isn’t this the Minato ward?”

Inuoka’s question made everyone look around in astonishment.

Indeed it was the Minato ward, where only the wealthiest lived. Numerous luxury hotels, apartments and the Tokyo tree in the distance.

This concerned them even more, what she doing in a place like this?

They kept themselves hidden as they watch their manager walk in with an older male.

Another feeling of shock came over them. Who the hell was he and why did her bring her here?

Numerous horrible scenarios played in their minds, most notably Lev. Why did this man kidnapped his kitty cat?

They decided not to dwell on it and try to plan on how to get out.

It was rather obvious they all stick out like sore thumbs, with their uniforms and how sweaty they all are , they’ll be kick out immediately.

As they plan, Kenma noticed out of the corner of his eye. He tapped Kuroo’s shoulder, once he had his attention he pointed whatever he saw. Nekoma’s captain grinned.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!!#nekoma #haikyuu nekoma #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #cat tamami #kai nobuyuki #yaku morisuke #yamamoto taketora #inuoka sou #fukunaga shouhei #teshiro tamahiko #lev haiba #yuki shibayama #shibayama yuuki #haiba lev #kuroo tetsuro #hq nekoma

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Luxurious mountain cabins in Northern Idaho to provide an authentic ranching experience

Northern Idaho offers plenty of opportunities for adventure and relaxation to avid travelers. This US gem state has hundreds of miles of biking and hiking trails, meandering trout-filled rivers, and ski resorts. It is also home to a 28-mile long scenic Selkirk Loop, that winds through Idaho, Washington, and Canada. The panhandle region stretches up the Canadian border, and reaches into Coeur d’Alene and Bitterroot ranges of the Rocky Mountains. Coeur d’Alene, pronounced as core-da-lene, sounds like a French village but it is decidedly all-American. The town sits on the shores of the magnificent 30-mile Lake Coeur d’Alene, offering plenty of recreational activities right in the heart of the downtown. Visitors to Coeur d’Alene will find themselves amidst intriguing contrasts of five-star amenities in a rugged setting.

Providing a connection to nature, luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho offer you an authentic western experience, and a feel of ranching life. No matter the season, Idaho road trip will provide you with plenty of rewarding views, filled with dense forests, pristine lakes, and authentic Americana. The unspoiled landscape is best explored with comfortable stay in luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho that provide you with enough off the beaten path and privacy, which you cannot find in the downtown hotels. Bear Creek Cabins’ provides some of the top-quality luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho with spacious porches, oversized windows, and open floor plans.

Mountain cabins with modern amenities

Main Cabin looks over the valley and has plenty of space for indoor gatherings with family and friends. It features a fully stocked kitchen with an electric fireplace, air conditioner, and comfortable seating where you can enjoy coffee while soaking in the view of the valley. Family Cabin is at the end of the row of cabins, and looks out over the courtyard, pavilion, and southern view. It is equipped with a queen bed, a queen fold-out futon, and can comfortably sleep 4 people. A ceiling fan and air conditioning units keeps this luxury mountain cabin Northern Idaho cool in the summer and electric baseboard heat keeps the cabin cozy when it's cool outside.

Master cabin with a queen bed

The Master Cabin offers comfort and privacy with a queen bed, reading nook, and 1/2 bath. It catches the morning sun and looks out over the courtyard. The cabin offers plenty of space to relax, recoup and rejuvenate during your visit to Northern Idaho. Bear Creek Cabins offers several types of mountain cabins to meet the different needs of travelers, which include Pavilion, bunk cabins, and dorm cabins. Each luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho features authentic mountain chalet decor that exudes warmth, luxury, and comfort.

Mountain cabins with a stunning view

Open design of luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho include cozy nooks where you can keep yourself nestled up, and sit in a comfortable outdoor couch.

The cabins provide a perfect abode for a relaxing evening after a long day of exploration and adventure. The scenery surrounding the mountain cabins is simply stunning, you will wake up to the sound of birds chirping, and enjoy the view of lush forests. Select your dream cabin as per your needs to enjoy a luxurious stay in Northern Idaho.

#luxury mountain cabins Northern Idaho

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villagiadabike · 2 years ago

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#bike holidays italy #mountain bike on rent #liguria bike hotel #italy mountain bike #luxury bike tours italy

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days-like-these · 3 months ago

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setting: san isabela, california

located on california's central coast lies the bustling city of san isabela. halfway between los angeles and san francisco, it is renowned for its infinite white sands, postcard sunsets, boardwalk attractions and nearby state park. the city sits south of the san luis obispo county, with an average of 300 days of sunshine per year. san isabela perfectly blends urban sophistication with beach-town vibes, giving a small town impression beneath its cityscape facade.

with beachside attitude and big city excitement, san isabela has limitless potential. it has a thriving urban core complete with art, dining and a night scene easily rivalling the nearby cities. explore san isabela's diverse coastal, urban and inland neighborhoods; each with its own unique palate. enjoy a day out on the beachfront of penn harbor, then head down to sunset plaza and indulde in its sizzling nightlife and rooftop bars. alternatively, the pizzazz of the astoria hills serves a more exquisite late night experience. devour the city's art and culture in the hub of san isabela's history, old beal city, or befall the quaint amenities of newbridge. otherwise, serenity is waiting to be discovered in the nature reserves of north passage.

whether spending a few days infusing in the city's myriad of beaches, visiting the waterfront amusements, or exploring the inland offerings of the city, san isabela refuses to disappoint. its golden shorelines are endless in the hearts of locals and tourists alike.

neighborhoods: astoria hills

often labelled the 'little hollywood hills', astoria is one of san isabela's more affluent neighborhoods. its hills are adorned with lavish mansions and backyard pools, with a fusion of styles old and new. on all parts of the hills are luxurious hotels, upscale restaurants and a decadent nightlife completely opposed to the plaza. while a lot of wealth surrounds astoria hills, its charming eateries and clothing boutiques take its desirability to a completely new level.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom $3500, 2 bedroom $4800, 3 bedroom $6200 notable attractions: san isabela regional airport

neighborhoods: newbridge

take a walk through the tree-lined streets of newbridge with its quaint, family-friendly feel. this neighborhood offers a blend of small-town charm and big-city amenities from its thriving small business scene to the university of san isabela, located to the south of the city. newbridge is often referred to as 'san isabela's hidden gem', with a unique variety of boutiques, restaurants and cafes alike.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom $2300, 2 bedroom $3100, 3 bedroom $3600 notable attractions: university of san isabela, california

neighborhoods: north passage

the majority of north passage is made up of the nearby state park with fewer than 20,000 living to the south of the neighborhood. the community of north passage is historically diverse, and in recent years, significant development has started to take place with locals campaigning to prevent further expansion into the forests. the outdoorsy feel of the area makes it particularly individual from the rest of the city, promising many prime locations for walking and biking.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom £1400, 2 bedroom £1900, 3 bedroom $2500 notable attractions: north passage state park

neighborhoods: old beal city

located east of downtown san isabela lies old beal city. this historic neighborhood retains its antiquity with a mixture of beautifully preserved victorian homes nestled between high-rise infrastructure. with over 200 years of history, it's known for its buildings, some of which can be dated back to the gold rush days. this effervescent community offers a diverse food and drink scene, museums, art galleries, and so much more.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom $3500, 2 bedroom $4500, 3 bedroom $5500 notable attractions: old beal memorial hospital

neighborhoods: penn harbor

due to its proximity to the bay, penn harbor was once a thriving industry which boasted warehouses and docks. whilst the latter remained, the warehouses have since been converted into condos and offices, proving popular for students and young professionals. not surprisingly, penn harbor is most notable for its seafood cuisine, with many restaurants lining the boardwalk.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom $2800, 2 bedroom $3500, 3 bedroom $4200 notable attractions: penn harbor boardwalk, the harbor, the pier

neighborhoods: sunset plaza

as san isabela's central hub for music, art, food and nightlife, 'the plaza' acts as the city's main metropolitan area. it's the heart of san isabela, with the police headquarters to the north of the neighborhood. it's easy to immerse in the vibrant streets of downtown, with nightclubs, cocktail lounges and dive bars galore. sunset plaza is renowned for its dynamic culture, and this is truly shown in the pulse of the city.

average rent prices: 1 bedroom $2500, 2 bedroom $3200, 3 bedroom $3800 notable attractions: san isabela police headquarters

#site buzz #jcink rp #city rp #x

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Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato Debuts in Miami

The Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato, the first all-terrain super sports car and the final addition to the Huracán range, made its North American premiere yesterday in Miami at the Lamborghini Beach Lounge located at the 1 Hotel South Beach. The sustainable, luxury hotel offers the perfect, modern backdrop against which to showcase this bold, new V10 masterpiece beyond the concrete.

Designed for maximum driving pleasure even off the asphalt on unpaved or sandy surfaces, the Huracán Sterrato offers perfect control and delivers a completely new level of driving emotion and fun. The Huracán Sterrato comes with a 5.2-liter V10 engine with maximum power output of 610 hp and 560 Nm of torque (at 6500 rpm), combined with 7-speed dual-clutch transmission and electronically controlled all-wheel drive with rear mechanical self-locking differential. Designed to offer optimum performance on and off the road, it accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h (ca. 60 mph) in 3.4 seconds and reaches a top speed of 260 km/h (ca. 160 mph).

The Lamborghini Beach Lounge features two Huracán Sterrato on display, one with the exterior color Verde Gea and the other in Bianco Phanes. Around the cars, winding pathways bordered by tire track imprinted sand lead guests to three digital installations that highlight the Huracán Sterrato in action on different surfaces – dirt, gravel and sand. Each installation is brought to life with a complimentary sport that sets the environment: off-road biking in the countryside, parasailing in the mountains and windsurfing along the coastline.

Limited to just 28 timepieces, long-time partner Roger Dubuis also launched the latest creation to emerge from their collaboration with Automobili Lamborghini - the new Excalibur Spider Huracán Monobalancier (MB). A prime example of what happens when incredible watchmakers meet visionary engineers, the heart-pumping timepiece is infused with the horological excellence of the Maison and the spirit of the Huracán Sterrato super sports car. Maximum traction. Peak acceleration. Thrilling experiences.

The Lamborghini Beach Lounge in Miami is open by invite-only December 1-3, 2022.

#Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato #Lamborghini #Huracán Sterrato #cars #supercars #news #events

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flowers-inmyhair · 1 year ago

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The Three Quintessential Laws for Being an Assassin

(Hisoillu Excerpt, POV Illumi)

When I look back, I realize everything started and ended in that room. Our room. Whether it was a suite in Parix or a motel in Madgow didn’t matter.

And for two years, we lived like this – me and Hisoka: lazing around luxury hotels, shooting Father’s assignments down like tin birds in an arcade, and puttering from one tourist city to the next on Hisoka’s motorcycle. They were “prime for people-watching,” he’d say, “and sometimes people-eating.” In the rural, southern town of Clapnard, he took me to a shooting range and challenged me to a competition, sneaking threads of Bungee Gum onto his bullets to ensure his victory, forgetting that I’ve been shooting snipers since the age of six, and that there are no winners if both competitors hit perfect bullseyes 32/32 times. In Plantaya, we stayed up all hours of the night, scarfing down dessert pancakes at neon-signed diners, dressing down for townie dive bars and dressing up for drinks at ritzy rooftops that only bigwig politicians frequented, “all of which were equally slimy,” he later decided.

Overall, Hisoka was a different kind of tourist. When we climbed to the top of the Eyffelle Tower, he was less interested in its height and history, and more interested in how many people had jumped off it, to their deaths. We went from bank heists to shopping sprees, cash to diamonds to expensive parfums. Sometimes, we visited casinos if there were any notable ones nearby, and those trips particularly enthralled Hisoka because he had a comfortability with gambling that bordered on childhood nostalgia, the way he’d count cards, then magically replace them, the way the flashing lights reflected ecstasy in his eyes, the roulette tables swaying like hips when he’d pass by the security cameras, winking. On occasion, (and I suppose to my dismay) we’d solicit adult movie theaters when Hisoka got particularly bloodthirsty, and he’d compare the act of scanning the meat-jerkers in the seats to the way “a hunter reviews footage on his trail camera.” And often, he would secretly grab for my hand under tables, his fingernails always perfectly polished and soon slick with blood, too.

Hisoka knew I generally liked the texture of skin, so he would throw lamb leather jackets over his shirts, and on those particular mornings, I’d sit criss-crossed on the toilet seat, watching him do his makeup left-handed, waiting for him to finish getting ready, and in the evenings, I’d send his pillowcases to dry-cleaning because he was an idiot who never remembered to wash his face at night, and thus, smeared mascara and glitter all over our bedding, everywhere we went. I never slept. I watched him sleep, wondering if he was secretly watching me back. We split desserts and swapped vegetables. We lugged bodies around in body bags, clipping them to Hisoka’s bike with carabiners, laughing when the dead weight was heavy enough to tip his bike over, laughing harder when we’d be forced to pluck a second person off the side of the road to help distribute the weight on the other side, in another body bag.

Only twice did I manage to get truly drunk in Hisoka’s presence. But in those two times, he was very devoted to coaxing the story of my Hatsu from me, the details and intricacies of how it worked. The things that no one else knew. Not you. Not even Father. Even drunk as I was, I remember laughing in his face. I remember his little pout.

I was nineteen when I started seeing Hisoka. And in moments of profound sentimentality, I’ll admit that those two years with him were some of the best of my life. That maybe meeting him was un coup de foudre, a French idiom that translates to a bolt of lightning. But a bolt of lightning persists in the sky for only so long.

To know Hisoka Morrow is to know that you are dispensable. That dispensing is, in fact, his favorite part. It was only a matter of time.

More and more, I found myself watching Hisoka disappear from my life and leave holes behind that nothing else could fill. Boredom. Unimaginable boredom. Lying prone on my bed in the Manor, listening to the ticking of my wristwatch, or the metronome, or any of the hundred sitcoms Milluki cycled through again and again every year. The stretches of time grew longer, and I knew that if I asked questions or held on tighter, I would only be chasing Hisoka further away. I hated it. I hated him. I wanted to have him. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.

All along, I went against my better judgment. I had suspected that being with a person like Hisoka would be like trying to climb a rope slicked with oil.

I knew, in the end, it would be impossible.