#muse: brent

[astoldbychae]

Norvina Brielle 🥀

[keegan-fabray]

MUSING - YOUR MUSE TAKES A RELATIONSHIP TEST

[mauvecherie-writes]

poison: l.hamilton.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!girlfriend reader

tags: 18+, mdni, usage of drugs (weed), nudity, making out, explicit sexual language, no actual smut. no plot - just a scenario. NOT EDITED

summary: sometimes the best way to relax is to share a bath with your lady and smoke on some sativa.

notes: I’m not quite back yet - but this scenario was sitting so heavy in my mind. I also needed to give you guys something as I get my shit together. Please like, comment and reblog I love you 🩷

w.c: 1.9K

fic song:

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Baby 🩵: Hi Princess, my flight just landed. Hope you’re still at my place. I really need you right now.

You: Hi baby, of course. I can’t wait to see you 😘.

His assistant had already sent you the time that his flight was going to arrive at Heathrow so you were already awake, getting everything ready for him. Starting off, you make him a full brunch bowl of ackee with tomato, garlic mushrooms, cinnamon coated plantain with charred corn and toasted sourdough. Your passion had always been cooking but since your relationship with Lewis began, you spent more time working on vegan based food that the both of you can enjoy.

As his plate is in the warmer, you freshen up and get the bath salts and rose petals ready. Considering that it was only 3:43pm, you decide that it was a justifiable time to get your stash box out. Blue Dream was already in your grinder and after the weekend, Lewis had - this was something that he was going to need. You roll two joints and place them back on your rolling tray.

Once everything is prepared, you walk back to the living room and just as you sit down, you hear the chiming of the security system.

“Princess!” You hear Lewis call out for you. You hop up from the couch and run towards the foyer. Seeing your face causes a tired smile to spread across his lips and he opens his arms. You jump into them and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hi my baby.” You whisper against his cheeks as you place kisses all over his face repeatedly causing him to chuckle as he tightens his arms around you.

“Hi.” He mumble back as you finally capture his mouth. “Mmm.” He hums as your lips move passionately against each other. You giggle into the kiss as his hands move to your ass and cup the flesh into his palms.

“I missed you.” Lewis sighs as he pulls away.

“I missed you too.” You reply as you get down from his waist and bring your hands to his face and you begin caressing his cheeks. He curls into your touch which causes your heart to melt. “Let’s get you settled in.” You tell him.

As he was eating, you wall back to the bathroom and prepare the tub and you turn on the jets to keep the water warm. Once everything is ready, you call for Lewis to come to the bathroom.

“Can you get naked for me?” You instruct. Lewis smiles at you as he begins to strip from his travelling clothes. Before the soak in, the both of you take a shower where you are washing him. This is the best part of your day. You love taking care of Lewis.

Getting to do this for him is one of your favourite ways to show Lewis how much you love him. With you, he just gets to let you take care of him.

Then you got into the bathtub, with a few candles lit and music playing in the background. You’re sitting on his lap with your thighs on each side as you bring the joint to your lips and spark it alight. You can feel his eyes on you and it warms your body far more than the water.

“You know I shouldn’t be smoking that.” Lewis muses as you take in your first inhale. You exhale the smoke over his face and you smile as he blinks through it.

“Your next race is in over a week. You’ll be fine.” You reply as you bring the joint to his lips. He takes a couple of puffs, inhaling the smoke and letting it settle in his chest before he exhales. You places the joint down and wraps your arms around his neck.

“Your presence is so calming.” Lewis compliments.

“Me or the sativa?” You ask with a quirked eyebrow.

“Both.” Lewis chuckles. He wasn’t much of smoker anymore so he is feeling the effects of the weed a lot faster than you are. You’re already halfway through the first joint thus seeing his reaction to it is a little hilarious.

As you speak, Lewis lays kisses on your chest and caresses the skin of your back.

“How have you been baby? Talk to me.” You say as your thumbs lightly brush the back of his neck.

“Since the announcement, I feel like there’s been this bad energy hanging above my head.” Lewis confesses which causes you to pout.

“Awe baby.”

“I’ve always been the one to pick everyone’s spirits up at the factory. But for the past couple of years, I feel like no-one is really having my back.”

“I know they’ve been with you for close to thirty years now but with them, you know that the only loyalty they’ll know is to the check that pays them.” You explain. “But at the end of the day, you made the best business decision for you. Don’t let anyone on that team make you feel bad about that when they chose what they think is the best for them.”

“You really think I made the best decision?” He asks you as he licks his lips, looking up at you.

“We’re not even halfway through the season, alongside me, there are millions of your fans who would agree with me that you indeed make a good business move.” You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his jawline. “2025 is going to come and you’re going to show them why they fumbled the baddest bitch to ever do it.” Your last statement causes Lewis to laugh.

“The baddest bitch huh.” He raises his eyebrow as watches you take a hit from the second joint. You shift your body so that you press your back against his chest and he takes the joint away from you and takes a puff.

“You’re right though. I can’t keep feeling guilty about the car’s poor performance and taking it onto my shoulders when they barely do that for me.”

You hum in agreement as you stroke his arm, drawing patterns nonchalantly over his tattooed skin. “You’re bigger than the sport. When you leave, they’re going to be nothing without you.”

“I love the way you gas me up.” He chuckled as he leans down and places kisses along the length of your shoulder.

“Not only are you the undisputed goat of the sport, you’re my man. It’s a part of my duty to make sure that you never forget that.”

Lewis continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulder with his arms wrapping around your front. You sit there in silence for a while as you share the joint, just holding each other and enjoying the music in the background.

“You got any projects coming up?” He asks you. That was the end of the previous conversation, which is fine with you. Recently, you’ve began to hate speaking about Formula One. It has become draining for the both of you - which is telling because, you’re Lewis’s girlfriend, witnessing everything from the sidelines. You couldn’t possibly imagine what it feels for Lewis to be living in it.

“I’ve been curating some pieces for some people to add onto my blog. I’m helping to style Megan in a few days so I’m really excited about that. Oh! And the readers really love when I upload the pieces I’ve done for you.”

“You should just be my full time stylist at this point.” He states as he passes you the joint.

“Hell no.” You immediately answer. “I love you and I love styling you but you take a lot of work - you’re a perfectionist and that’s annoying especially when I know what works for you and what the girls want but you argue with me.” Rolling your eyes at the end, a move that causes Lewis to laugh.

“I know what I like.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“And I know what you need. Fashion is more than putting a good two piece on.”

“Okay, okay.” He relents as his quiet laughs vibrate through you.

“Would you even pay me?”

“I would pay you and then some. Even give you some special favours.”

“Oh? What kind of special favours?” You enquire even though you know what type of favours they would be. Lewis turns you back to face him. You position your legs on each side of his waist. You could feel his soft cock against your inner thigh but you weren’t going to turn your attention to that. You’re more focused on how faded he looks, how faded the both of you are.

His eyes are sitting low, his beautiful lashes nearly touching his cheeks with a slow smile playing on his lips as his hands go under the water and settle on your ass.

“You’d get to be with me more.” He begins but you interject.

“I’m practically with you all the time as it stands.”

“Yeah.” Lewis mumbles before tucking his head into your neck and nibbling on your skin. “I’d get to touch you, you’d get to touch me. Whenever and wherever.”

You bite on your lip and then you begin to feel his fingers curling and gripping into the flesh of your ass to pull you closer.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” You take the joint from the rolling tray to take a big puff and then grab him by the jaw before exhaling the smoke into his mouth and put the joint back down. Lewis lets out a light grumble as your hand curls around the back of his neck and you pull him forward to meet his lips.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours as you continue making out. Lewis’s hand travels up the length of your back, putting pressure on you so that your chest is pressing against his. You nibble on his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth as your manicured nails dig into his shoulders.

Lewis moves his head so that your lips don’t part any further and one of his hands grips one side of your head, keeping you in place as he makes love to your mouth. You sigh softly as rushes of pleasure shoot up and down your spine before settling in your abdomen.

You love the way he kisses you. It completely consumes you every time. The way his mouth moulded against yours, his tongue entangling with yours, his fingers exploring your body like it was the first time.

Itching to be closer to him, in an act of frenzy - you grind your hips forward. His dick begins to harden beneath your thighs but you’re too enthralled with the way he’s kissing you. It sends shivers down your spine. Lewis’s jerk upwards when you roll your hips again which causes you to giggle and finally pull away from the kiss.

“I think this bath has done what it needed to do. I need you in bed. Now.” His voice is low and full of arousal and your thighs clench at how deep his voice has gotten. He slaps the side of your breast which causes you to squeal.

You jump out of the water and reach for the drying towels.

“Drop those towels Princess. You’re not going to need it for what we’re about to do.”

ru’s letters 💌: let me know what you think. also would you like these type of one shots where it’s just a scenario? 💋

[soulgazingwithbucky]

Details (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Maybe you and Bucky just weren't meant to be. Alpine (dis)respectfully disagrees.

Based on a prompt from this generator: "Y/N and Bucky break up, but they have a pet and neither of them want to give it up. Then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. But it kinda helps them get together again."

Warnings: mentions of food & alcohol

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Writing this fic taught me that the Venn diagram of romantic flowers and things toxic to cats is a circle. I wrote this listening to Trust by Brent Faiyaz radio on Spotify, so I have no choice but to share it for any other hip hop/R&B fans <3 If you find yourself enjoying this, feel free to check out my other works here <3

You were the sun up above, he was fallen snow.

You were the beauty of flower petals, he was the strength of tree roots.

You were a song belted out loud, he was comfortable silence.

It took you a while to fall in love with Bucky Barnes. But,

as they say,

good things come to those who wait.

You were big picture, he was details. You were looking too broadly; he slipped between the cracks. You crept into every corner of his brain until it was an overfilled balloon. Oh, how he had pined until you finally saw him as he saw you. It was torture, those few months before you took his hands in yours, leaning in for that first kiss that ignited every nerve in his body.

The more time you spent with him, the more certain you felt about his psychic abilities. He knew you so well, like he was reading your thoughts. Or seeing the future. Was it an effect of the serum? But he indulged you in his secret: he just paid a painful amount of attention.

When you scratched your throat, he would get you a glass of water. Always three ice cubes.

When you shifted in your seat, he would take your leg and message it, pressing firm circles into the back of your calves.

When your eyebrows scrunched and made that little crease in between, he would kiss it. When he pulled away, it was gone.

He was details.

You mused that he should reserve that expertise for saving the world. He left a flutter of kisses on your knuckles, telling each finger that he would have no better use of his skills than to keep you happy.

You were grander than life. He was sure that if you had been the one alive for a century, you would have lived each year to its fullest. He looked up to you, his idol, his inspiration.

The sound of tape unraveling broke you out of your stupor.

Loud, screeching, sudden.

A fitting call back to reality.

Bending at the knee, Bucky gingerly placed the box in front of you. You knew he could’ve lifted and dropped it with just his pinky finger; it would’ve been the equivalent of you dropping a sheet of paper.

But he was always so considerate of you. Your feelings.

Your reactions.

You.

“I think that’s the last one,” he told you. A lie. He knew it was the last one.

“Thank you,” you said, staring at the box, rotating it to find the cutout handles.

CLOTHES, he had scribbled on every side in thick sharpie, the writing comically large. He was thinking of you, in your new home, surrounded by replicas of the same brown cardboard box. He wanted to make it as easy as possible for you.

It, the situation he had put you both in.

You were larger than life. But he had made you feel smaller than an atom. Like a child's once overused coat that now collected dust in the back of a dark closet.

Your name, so tender on his gruff tongue, drew you out of your thoughts.

You kept your face stony. You didn’t dare think what it had betrayed when you dove into the recesses of your mind.

“Sorry,” you spoke.

“Don’t be,” he murmured. Stay, he thought.

You stood, rummaging in your pocket. Well, his pocket. His sweatpants. You acted like you forgot they were his; he acted like he forgot, too. At least some part of him would still be with you.

A silver key emerged in your outstretched hand. His finger twitched. You noticed that.

He taught you to.

Then he reached out, closing the space between the two of you. His fingers curled over yours, ridding the key from sight.

“Keep it,” he said.

“What?” you said.

“Shared custody,” was his attempt to lighten the mood. As if on cue, Alpine rounded the corner.

you summoned, dad? she seemed to say, grazing the doorway as she made her way over.

Be strong, you had demanded earlier, pointing at yourself accusingly in the rearview mirror. Do not give in. Don’t let him see you falter.

But this beautiful, aggravating, wonderful cat was your whole world (surpassing Bucky, you made sure to tell him regularly), and you felt the tears well up. You thought you had finally run out. What an awful time to find you were wrong.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure,” he said firmly. “I-”

The syllable lingered in the air. He had to be strong, for you. It was the least he could do. He brought this on himself, and he had to see it through. He had no idea how to balance the whole hero thing and being in love thing. He had never done it before. What an awful way to find out he did everything wrong.

He would never forget the day the straw broke the camel’s back. He had told you he needed to reschedule your Saturday date, not knowing the day you had planned out. But Wakanda had requested his and Sam’s presence at a UN meeting; you both knew they seldom called in favors from him. Your lip quivered in failed restraint until you abruptly stood up, nearly toppling over the takeout containers on your lap. Everything poured out of you in that moment, loud and endless and angry. Bucky had shut down, staring straight ahead with hardened eyes until you grabbed your things and left.

He was details. He was a quick pick-me-up after a hard day at work. He was a quiet back rub during a feel-good movie. He was a gentle reminder about that one errand you could never seem to remember.

He wasn't big picture. He wasn't a step back to see the writing on the wall. He wasn't the pieces coming together. He wasn't the painful realization of you weren't happy. Not until it was too late, anyway.

“I'll walk you to your car,” he offered. He hesitated before picking up a few boxes. Don’t be stupid, James. Don’t hope for her to change her mind. “Get the door, doll? Sorry. Could you...get the door, please?”

You managed to nod, though you felt as if every bone in your body had merged into one. You opened the door and watched him walk away with your life in a few measly boxes.

“Get the door, doll?” he had said, dragging in several bags of groceries. You harped on him for having a total of three items in his refrigerator, and stopped your movie night to go to the grocery store at 10pm. The clerks were not happy with you.

“Get the door, doll?” he had said, gingerly holding Alpine in her carrier. He did let you hold one thing that time- Alpine’s medication. You both loved her too much to let Bucky carry anything else but her, especially after the scare she had put you both through.

“Get the door, doll?” he had said, muffled over the armfuls of flowers, chocolates, and balloons. Your last Valentine’s together, though neither of you knew it would carry that title. You had laughed at the ridiculous sight of wine bottles tucked into his back pockets.

“I'm sorry,” he said after loading the last of the boxes into your car. He left enough space in the middle seat for you to still use your rearview mirror.

“Don’t,” you whispered. You had had enough of empty apologies. So do something about it. So end it if you wanted to focus on work. So ask Sam to enlist the help of literally any other superhero. Dr. Banner could get it done in, like, five seconds, you once huffed.

“But I am.”

You knew he was. And that made everything worse. The deadly Avenger with the unstoppable arm, capable of defeating Outriders and Flag Smashers. But to you, just your sweet and gentle Bucky. Your sweet, gentle Bucky, who revealed a side to you that no one else got to see. The hero of incredible strength, who held you like you were the lightest of feathers.

You knew that this was as new a world to him as it was to you. You had many a mirror pep talk reminding yourself of this. But you couldn’t help that empty feeling. You became a longing glance at other couples, kissing and hugging and laughing, while you sat in the empty booth. Another last-minute mission for your mighty hero meant another drink for you, liquid in your cup deterring the glistening in your eyes. You became a forced smile, an ongoing habit at work parties and social gatherings, dismissing everyone’s questions about why the hero wasn’t by your side. You became nostalgia, looking at old videos of Bucky on your phone, because you could count on the memories of the man more than the man himself.

“Goodbye, Bucky,” you said, speaking to your car door handle. You hadn’t met each other’s eyes once this entire time. You were kind of glad. You just knew one look would leave you gasping for air, lungs suddenly rid of breath and replaced with a whirlpool of ocean blue, the gray and cobalt turning your intestines into a loop.

You didn’t stay to hear his response. You got in your car, turned on the engine, and reversed out of the parking lot.

Don’t look back

Don’t look back

Don’t- Oh, for god’s sake. Of course you looked back.

There he was, still and staring. You knew he wouldn’t leave that spot until your car was completely out of sight. Making sure you were safe.

The next few weeks were filled with lots of ice cream, cheap wine, shitty movie nights, social media algorithms feeding you breakup posts, loud bars with too many people, your friends and family checking in, more tears (fuck, they never run out), takeout delivered to your doorstep, maybe an impulse buy or two…

When you were in distress, Alpine would always sit on your lap until your uneven breaths were in line with her quiet purrs. You would stroke her fur and mutter a thank you while you kissed the top of her head. She would eventually be irked by your flurry of kisses and promptly leave, knowing you were okay.

And so you found yourself turning onto an all-too-familiar street, pulling into an all-too-familiar lot, walking up to an all-too-familiar door.

Whatever trance you were in broke as soon as you felt the jagged edge of the key in your hand. You came to your senses long enough to reluctantly send Bucky a text, asking if you could pay your favorite girl a visit.

His response was almost immediate, shining brightly on your phone screen.

Open invite.

You sighed gratefully, though his response didn't indicate whether he would be in attendance. You pressed your ear to the door, and were greeted with silence. Carefully, you entered your former home.

It smelled like amber, like pine, like leather. Like Bucky. It was overpowering, threatening to shut off all your senses until-

Your heart melted as you spotted Alpine, summoned by the sound of the door. You hadn’t even let yourself into the space, instead falling to your knees and spreading your arms right there by the door. She came to you, stepping on your thighs and pulling herself up to your chest. You embraced her, and your tears fell.

You and Alpine stayed like that for a while, until she wriggled out of your grasp and disappeared.

that's enough, she seemed to say. dust yourself off.

You retrieved a few treats from the cupboard, leaving it for her on her favorite spot on the coffee table.

Your rendezvous continued every week. You seemed to have found the magical window of time where Bucky Barnes was never in his apartment. A weekly debrief with Sam, you guessed by the sticky notes on the fridge. You time, Alpine time.

At first, you stayed in front of the door, not daring to leave the space occupied by the doormat. Alpine would come to you, until she wouldn’t.

She coaxed you to the kitchen first, pawing at where Bucky kept her food. You gave her a little extra in her bowl, knowing that Bucky had already fed her. He was religious about it.

If she could roll her eyes, she would. 

i’ll indulge you this time, she seemed to say, nibbling while you sat on the ground and petted her.

Next was the living room. She walked across the cushions, inviting you.

i haven’t got all day, she seemed to say.

You sat next to her, feeling the familiar sink of the cushion beneath you. Though you sat uncomfortably, your spine stick straight and your bum right on the edge of the couch.

You left her treats every time, in the same spot. You didn’t notice how the bag seemed to magically refill every time.

On your next visit, Alpine napped peacefully on the glass coffee table, right next to a thin vase of flowers.

You flinched. He had decorated. For someone else? But as you stepped in, you recognized the blush pink hue of camellias.

Alpine’s eyes slowly opened until she registered your presence. She walked around the vase, tail adding a dramatic flourish. Totally unnecessary, as the plant stood out enough in Bucky’s horrifically monochrome home.

dad said they were your favorite, she seemed to say.

A week later, Alpine purred in your lap as you leaned back on the soft couch, even daring to turn on the television. You were greeted by an array of music videos lining the search history. All the songs you told him to listen to, but thought he never did.

“This one is the best,” you told Alpine, gesturing to the most recent video played. She looked up at you.

dad’s only played it a million times, she seemed to say as she lengthened her body into a stretch.

“Huh,” you said on your next visit. A single magnet sat on the fridge door, a cartoon bear operating a gondola. A souvenir Bucky picked up after a conference in Italy. Also known as, your old message to Bucky when he came home in the dead of night from assignments. It meant, food inside. eat, please, then come to bed. i love you. He would sit his aching body, massaging a bruise or picking at Sam's shoddy gauze work, and enjoy the meal you prepared.

It must have been a fluke, but you found yourself pulling open the fridge door. A nearly empty fridge, save for a styrofoam container perched on the middle rack.

You sat at the kitchen table, enjoying your comfort meal from the Thai restaurant you could never stop praising, while Alpine watched you lazily.

“Tell him thank you,” you told her sheepishly. “I guess.”

i’ll think about it, she seemed to say as she yawned and walked away.

Every time you visited, there was a small gesture to make your stay just a little more comfortable. Your favorite tub of ice cream. Your favorite candle. Your favorite author's new book. This was Bucky's love. It was quiet. It was subtle. It crept up on you, like the smile you didn’t know you were wearing. He was details.

You filled up his fridge, a colorful combination of fruit, vegetables, and snacks. You brought in bags full of throw pillows and blankets, arranging it carefully in his home. The muted colors looked blinding in contrast with the monochrome pieces Bucky preferred.

And this was your love. It was the big-ass elephant in the room, if the elephant also yelled, "Hello! I'm here!" It was a clown car, pouring out in impossible amounts. It demanded to be seen, it demanded to be heard.

“Big it is,” Bucky said, feeling the cool air of the fridge, staring at the arrangement of food that threatened to spill over.

Alpine had the honor of watching you both. There was a lot she seemed to say.

You hummed, turning the key until you heard the lock free itself.

Balloons grazed the ceiling, shaped in cheesy hearts and shining proudly in metallic pink and red. Bouquets of forget-me-nots and roses, asters and camellias greeted you from the tables and countertops. You heard the familiar rhythm of your favorite song filling the air.

Alpine stood in the middle of it all, mewing happily and swiping at one of the many balloon strings.

Bucky stepped out from the doorway that led to his bedroom, just barely. You could make out the blue shirt that stretched over his chest, the wrinkles in his pants, the nervous twitch of his jaw.

"No debrief?" you said hesitantly, stopping short at the door.

"Cancelled. I had something that took precedence.

“Alpine insisted on the decor. I told her it was too much,” he said sheepishly, still gauging your reactions, gesturing towards his pet that paid both of you absolutely no mind.

You stared at him in disbelief, still not sure he was really there, in front of you, but you couldn't help but laugh.

“I worked on a schedule,” he said quickly, “with Sam. We called Clint, we got his advice.”

“Uh-huh,” you said absentmindedly, dropping your bag on a chair.

“Even Scott had some advice, but a lot of it depended on being on house arrest…”

“Sure,” you said, fingers grazing over rose petals.

“All this to say, I'm sorry. And I know you hate hearing it, and I know I don’t deserve it, but if you were-”

“Bucky?” you interrupted, taking one last step to close the gap between you two. In his anxious state, he hadn’t realized you were making your way over to him. Your fingers reached out, the prickle of his stubble tickling your fingertips. He sighed into your touch as you traced the chain of his dog tags, setting off the familiar jingle of metal.

“Yes?” he breathed, barely audible. His arms stayed at his side, heavy as anvils, the desire to trace your curves overwhelming but wondering if he was deserving.

“Say what you need to say,” you murmured, “quickly.” You wrapped your arms around his neck; he lowered his head until your foreheads rested against each other. His hazy blue eyes rested underneath furrowed brows, tense with regret.

“I'll do it right this time.” He spoke to your lips, and you watched as his eyes dipped low, masking the blue behind a curtain of eyelashes. “For you. For us.”

“I'm just here for the cat, Barnes,” you responded with a smile, pressing your lips to his.

He chuckled, feeling sensation return to his arms. He cupped his hands underneath your thighs and lifted. You yelped as you wrapped your legs around his torso and your hands gripped the back of his shirt.

Alpine paused her playdate with a curling ribbon just long enough to watch you two disappear into the bedroom.

my job here is done, she seemed to say.

[brentchua]

willy chavarria s/s 2025, show, p1

america

featuring from top to bottom JOEL SILVA, THOMAS ALLEN @ platformme, JUANA BURGA @ caa, LARA MENEZES @ next, EION OSBORNE @ dna, SAMIR @ next, IDRIYS CHOW @ no smoking, NIGEL SYLVESTER @ img, ERIK CHACHI MARTINEZ @ next, KAI ISAIAH JAMAL @ the society, JOEY BADA$$, VALERIA GOMEZ @ muse, MEHDI ABOUZAID @ next, ALAATO JAZYPER @ women, XU MEEN @ img, PALAOMA ELSESSER @ img, MAHMOOD, JONATHAN GONZALES @ next, DELFIN FINLEY @ next, DARA, LUTHANDO NGEMA @ next, and ANARCIUS JEAN @ img.

creative director WILLY CHAVARRIA

art director JESS CUEVAS

stylist CARLOS NAZARIO

hair JOEY GEORGE

make up KUMA

casting BRENT CHUA

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[queers-gambit]

Hey! When I saw that your requests were opened I gasped!

Idk if you already did something like this or not, but if you heard the song called "All Mine" by Brent Faiyaz, then this request will be based off this! Reader and Tangerine are exes. Reader has a new partner that's terrible in bed. What would happen if Tangerine saw reader and their partner in public, got jealous and took reader back to his place? 😉

hey, baby! i love this for you! come on back anytime, your requests are always welcome so long as my inbox is open!

ain't never heard this song before but i read the lyrics and ran with the first idea i had. so, it's a little clunky; it might not be the best Tan fic - but i got it done! thank you for requesting!

and thank you for requesting Tangerine - i miss him. i'm working on a third installment of Blue Bunny but it's not been easy to get it to flow. so it was nice to step away from that fic but still write for my Muse.

if you feel so inclined, lemme know what you think!

all my love 🖤

read here: All Mine

[trevor-phillips]

"it was never about the money." —a trikey playlist.

a hard rock trikey playlist with angsty bangers from the 2000s, divided in chapters for each era of their relationship, mostly from trevor's point of view. link to the playlist on spotify. super self indulgent. it's like my three favourite bands from my teenage years on rotation oops

1985 - 1991: the dog days small beginnings: michael and trevor meeting, hitting it off and becoming partners—in crime and beyond. tales of small-time robberies and late nights out.

Want You Bad - The Offspring

Skin - Breaking Benjamin

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

Hysteria - Muse

Jerk It Out - Caesars

No One Knows - Queens of the Stone Age

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

1991 - 2004: trouble in paradise time goes by, the two criminals' lifestyle begins to strain their relationship. michael meets amanda, trevor fears losing michael. his self-sabotaging behaviours accelerates the process. tales of intoxicated fights, anger, and growing distance.

Wake Up - Three Days Grace

Home - Three Days Grace

Here We Are - Breaking Benjamin

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Water - Breaking Benjamin

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Drown - Three Days Grace

2004: the downward spiral after the events in ludendorff. trevor has to deal with losing michael. tales of grief, self-hatred, and bad decisions.

Run - Snow Patrol

Gone Forever - Three Days Grace

Torn to Pieces - Pop Evil

Crawling - Linkin Park

Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace

2013: ghosts from the past trevor finds out michael is alive, and tries to push himself back into his life, whether michael likes it or not. tales of reunion, unrequited love, and attempts at reconciliation.

I Miss You - blink-182

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down

Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

The Pretender - Foo Fighters

I Miss the Misery - Halestorm

Faint - Linkin Park

All I Wanted - Paramore

Forget It - Breaking Benjamin

Breakdown - Seether

2013: buried hatchets after the second events of ludendorff. trevor faces the betrayal and tries to leave michael behind.

I Don't Care - Apocalyptica (feat. Adam Gontier)

Chalk Outline - Three Days Grace

he does not succeed.

Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica (feat. Brent Smith)

Betray and Degrade - Seether

2013: how it ends ending a:

Burn - Three Days Grace

Lonely Day - System of a Down

ending b:

Like You - Evanescence

Your Star - Evanescence

ending c:

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

[starsweepers]

( current ) WANTED CONNECTIONS

dawn

childhood besties!

friends in princess au... princes.... princesses... people of her kingdom...

people she helps in her angel au

friends for her older verse who help her stand up to bullies and not be a pushover all the time

more crushes and soft romance in older verse

i need drama with dawn i can't think of anything off the top of my head though?

omg her with heroes especially baby dawn let her just win over hearts

laila

romance - main, lady-in-waiting, princess, unicorn, especially boys with attitude or spark, bad lads bad lads-

i crave using her unicorn au

her assassin au... forbidden romance

her with like villain or bad boys oh my gOSH like any verse did i mENTION BAD BOYS

people she mentors in fashion and the like

fashion friends

girls she can design all the things for and just support and raise up because girls support girls!

fans

her with fellow princesses being besties and gossip

pokemon au and just magic aus did i mention unicorn?

pipp

romance, give her some boys to babble with, pony or human

fans

singer friends

bad boys or overly dweeby/soft boys

small town friends showing her small town life

her as a non-mlp pegasus with people she trusts

misty

her as a unicorn with kids or people she trusts

just friends in general dear pony needs them

red

adult figures

friends

yeah simplistic ones here red kind of just needs more

grayson

mentors

girls who can step on him

lads to hang with

fellow actors/actresses, fellow surfer friends

fans

brent

also girls who can step on him lol

fellow witches and wizards

magical creatures to befriend or care for

let him nerd/geek out

he'll adopt kid muses

people he can become protective over

faith

besties !!!! cheerleading or school friends!

let her show out of towners her small town

fellow bakers to have healthy competition with!

give her lost souls in her forest spirit or forest goddess aus

other magical beings in her werewolf au or even just humans who love nature i love this au

princess friends!

pokemon life and magic things

piper

girl crushes

adult/guardian figures

older brother or sister figures

extroverted friends who just love her anyways

someone who would totally beat up her family or who takes her in if they're lost and just helps her navigate freedom from her parents poor care

nari

magical creature/beings friends

children to be playful with

other wizards and witches

any of the arcadia crew

cleo

monsters/humans to befriend or maybe catch her eye if she's not with deuce

human au friends and relationships

descendants figured out events

i want drama and sadness. dealing with her family, new guardian like figures who actually help her promote a positive lifestyle

fellow characters who have died and come back

princesses

toralei

girls

people who will put up with her

i need to give her more attention rip

lady, mittens, georgette

au ownership

friends of animal and human variety are always loved

any canon interactions tbh

lady and georgette can be romantically shippable but mittens will unlikely be so

fei fei, ruffnut, marinette, chang'e, faline, olaf, lottie, sasha

pickier with romantically shipping any of these characters so friends preferred if you wanna ship come plotty

canon interactions ( minus sasha since she's not canon lol )

fei fei with super sciency people and mentors

chang'e with fellow beings of power

faline with other forest animals, maybe rescued by a human like her brother was if the forest is in trouble

lottie with all the other dibney friends!

marinette just in general lol

ruffnut being rESPECTED

[luv6r]

sooo, i'm looking for discord 1x1's currently!! i am a 3-3-3, adv. literate writer who enjoys delving into darker themes and content matter with my muses. for a feel of a few established muses i have, check out my muses page. i'll also list some wanted fcs + plots under the cut. feel free to hmu for my discord. <3

wanted (to play): sabrina carpenter, diamonte harper, sydney sweeney, alyssa stephens (latto777), indyah polack, nessa barrett, mariah buckles, madelyn cline, alexa tiziani, ariana fletcher, samaria davis, raven tracy (soooraven) // key glock, jacob elordi, lukas gage, rudy pankow, luke hemmings, brent faiyaz, duke dennis, central cee

wanted (opposites): alexa demie, rubi rose, maggie lindemann, jayda cheaves, kylie jenner, sydney sweeney, madison beer // jacob elordi, chase stokes, rudy pankow, jayson tatum, travis kelce, all aforementioned names

plots: rich kids with fucked up dispositions and more money than they know what to do with, enemies to lovers, celeb/non-celeb plots, crime plots, angst angst ANGST just check my plots tag !

[kamiversee]

kamiii i’m listening to music rn and it has me wondering. what kind of music are you into?

-🎀

Aaaand you’ve triggered my yapping…

I’LL JUST MAKE A LIST OF ARISTS I LISTEN TO…

This is in no specific order & I know it’s long but bear with me I listen to nearly every genre and I love music so much, it’s literally the key to my soul.

Anyway, here;

The Weekend, Doja Cat, SZA, Rema, Bryson Tiller, Sade, Malcolm Todd, Brent Faiyaz, Faye Webster, Lil Uzi Vert, Ariana Grande, Sonder, Mac DeMarco, Frank Ocean, Tyler The Creater, Billie Eilish, A$AP Rocky, Rhianna, MJ, Summer Walker, Childish Gambino, Tyla, Kali Uchis, Amaarae, Daniel Caesar, Don Toliver, Giveon, Miguel, Kendrick Lamar (yes I’m team K dot over drake.), Metro Boomin (idk if he counts tbh), Future, Sabrina Carpenter, Suki Waterhouse, Playboi Carti, GloRilla, Chase Shakur, CAS, Cafuné, Tame Impala, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Green Day, Evanecence, Three Days Grace, The Internet, Destroy Lonely, Kaash Paige, Imogen Heap, Clara La San, Wisp, Men I Trust, Mareux, Yot Club, Tinashe, Victoria Monet, Jhené Aiko, Beyonce (sometimes), 21 Savage, NewJeans, TWICE, Wonder Girls, Dua Lipa, LE SSERAFIM, PinkPanthress, Olivia Rodrigo, Aespa, LISA, ROSE, Thundercat, Avenoir, Bryant Barnes, The Smiths, The Cardigans, Phantogram, Panic! At The Disco, Kate Bush, Novulent, Deaftones, Paramore, Flyleaf, Weezer, Jungle, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Lil Yachty, Bruno Mars, Partynextdoor, Doechii, MCR, Pink Floyd, Kehlani, Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion, Usher, Ashanti, TLC, J. Cole, Lady Gaga, Travis Scott, Mac Miller, Willow Smith, Koffee, Tems, Yeat, Odetari, Kanii, Juice WRLD (rip—I miss him sm, same w X), Masego, Laufey, Babyxsosa, 6LACK, Flo Milli, Ayesha Erotica, 4batz, Essosa, Bôa, Kanye West, Joji, James Quinn, Austin Farwell, Symphocat, nowt, daniel.mp3, C418 (yes, yes I listen to mc music.), Muse, The Neighbourhood, TV Girl, Jorja Smith, Solange, Lana Del Rey, Montell Fish, Rex Orange County, H.E.R., Coco Jones, Steve Lacy, Hotel Ugly, & uhm… a lot more…

I took this list straight off of my main playlist I kid you not & there’s so much more 💀 I listen to Disney movie soundtracks too (Descendents, Teen Beach Movie, & HSM when I’m feeling quirky) then there’s also the few FNAF songs I have……..

And a lot more but this is it for now… I think.

IM SORRY FOR THT LONG ASS LIST I JUST LISTEN TO A LOT AND IM RLLY PASSIONATE ABT MUSIC 😭

[knyinfinity]

Playlists: 💜💙🩶

Note: I did 1-2 songs for each because I love music 🥰 I bought Spotify specifically for this so here (Amari) and here (AmaMui)🩶💙 lol.

I will make Kanatas when I have their character and story more flushed out and detailed 💚

Amari:

Childhood: My House-PVRIS; Paradise-Coldplay

Life Outlook: Feels Like Forever-Of Mice&Men; Some Days-Brent Morgan (tw: implication of suicide)

Morning Routine: The Original High-Adam Lambert; Ocean and Atlantic-Mayday Parade

Happiest Moment: Painting Flowers-All Time Low

Cheers Them Up: Under Your Scars-Godsmack

Struggle: So Far Away-Avenged Sevenfold; We Are the Brave-VERIDIA

For Loved One: I Wouldn't Mind-He is We; Just Like Fire-P!nk

Past Relationships: Drown-Bring Me the Horizon; Bleeding Out-Imagine Dragons

Current Relationships: Unsteady-X Ambassadors;

Request to a DJ at a Party: Undisclosed Desires-Muse

Saddest Memories: The Ghost of You-My Chemical Romance; Hear the Sound-Mayday Parade; Perfect World-Simple Plan

Training Montage: Invincible-Our Last Night;

Singing in the Shower: 11 Minutes-Halsey ft. YUNGBLUD

AmaMui 💙🩶:

First Meet: On Top of the World-Imagine Dragons

Reminds Them of Each Other: Iris-Goo Goo Dolls

Waking Up Together (it fits their characters better): Painting Flowers-All Time Low; James Dean and Audrey Hepburn-Sleeping With Sirens

Happiest Moments Together: They Don't Know About Us-One Direction; Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol

Mutual Struggles: 21 Guns-Green Day; I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys

Dance Together: Believer-American Authors; King and Lionheart-Of Monsters and Men

Represents Their Uncertainty: Follow My Heart-REO Speedwagon; Now or Never-Halsey

Stuck with Each Other: Beauty in the Fall-Arrows in Action; I Swear This Time I Mean It-Mayday Parade

Represents a Confession: Dandelion Necklace-Saywecanfly; Mercy-Shawn Mendes

Plays at Their Wedding: A Thousand Years-Cristina Perri

Plays When They're Dying: Follow You-Bring Me the Horizon; Love Like Ghosts-Lord Huron

Comfort Songs for Each Other: Vapor-5 Seconds of Summer; When I Look At You-Miley Cyrus

[natashascumslut]

About me! ⁑ ⁑

⭑ ★ ⭑ ˗ ˏˋ ❀ ´ˎ ˗ ⭑ ★ ⭑

My name is Sam!!

I'm 22 (23 soon), a lesbian and i'm from England! I’m also fluent in French. (I could write in french too.)

I live with my little dog Trevor, he's 1. And i'm a performing arts major.

I like music, editing, reading, marvel, cinemas, baking and gaming!

My favourite movies and shows are Coraline, Avengers, Black widow, Dickinson, The pitch perfect trilogy, Ratatouille, The nanny diaries, Brooklyn 99, Modern family, Wandavision, Love & Death, What if? and Hawkeye.

My favourite book is The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo.

I loooove Billie Eilish.

Some other artists i enjoy: Deftones, Chappell Roan, Mitski, Gigi Perez, Gorillaz, Black Box Recorder, 3OH!3, Brent Faiyaz, Ethel cain, H.E.R, Lana Del Rey, Thom Yorke, Big Thief, Montell fish, Muse, the cure and Adrianne Lenker!

My favourite Celebs: Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth olsen, Hailee Steinfeld, Brie Larson, Florence pugh, Elizabeth Lail, Victoria Pedretti, Mikey Madison, Melissa Barrera, Anna Kendrick, Jenna Ortega, Chris Evans and RDJ!

My favourite games: Tomb raider, GTA 5, call of duty, Uncharted 4, Until Dawn.

I looovee Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff and Kate bishop.

[brentchua]

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[wntersinparis]

plot based on brent faiyaz's wasteland album. muse a follows muse b to la where they have moved to work on their music career but muse b seems to continously be unfaithful while muse a is pregnant with their first child. months of arguing and soft moments of love only to find out muse b is cheating on muse a with random people in the club.

[harrowscore]

rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

i was tagged by @septembersghost - thanks a lot 💜

m: make me wanna die by the pretty reckless

a: amandoti by gianna nannini

d: dream girl evil by florence + the machine

d: dark paradise by lana del rey

e: easier than lying by halsey

n: not strong enough by apocalyptica ft. brent smith

e: enemy by imagine dragons

d: dreams by fleetwood mac

b: become the beast by karliene

y: you should see me in a crown by billie eilish

t: thank u by alanis morissette

h: hurricane by 30 seconds to mars

e: e ti vengo a cercare by franco battiato

s: she by charles azvanour

s: smells like teen spirits by nirvana

t: time is running out by muse

a: afraid of the dark by phildel

r: rainbow by elisa

s: sorry seems to be the hardest word by elton john

no way i'm tagging like, 20 people lmao, so @theresebelivet @haljathefangirlcat @moi-ennepe @bookwyrrn @mircallaruthven @cafeleningrad @caffeinosis @girlcaligula @giulia-liddell @littlelattewanders (no pressure, of course!)

[starsweepers]

i'm feeling my muse for this blog waking up some, but it'll still be a smidge before i can get to writing again. was too busy this weekend. got some focusing to get back together because writing muse has been picky. will be busy for the next few days too because work, but yeah.

mini updates: laila remains active but slightly less main focus. pipp and cleo are now second highest muses to her. brent will remain on the roster and all, but he will probably be "private" for specific people like emma and amber until amber works on aggie some. he won't exactly be changing much as a character, but his backstory will need some cleaning up when aggie gets updated.

anyways. just baby update. i eepy. may or may not be around much during the week so if not see you all friday probably <3