#you win a dolla--

[katsy-kitty]

Can anybody fill me in on what happened during last week's panel? Any video or highlights? I just got back from a 2-week tumblr hiatus (not sure if I'm "back" tbh).

Or if there's anything else that happened during that time in the fandom and you want to share – I'm all ears.

(Or eyes...? Because I'm going to read it. On a screen. I'M ALL EYES. Which is a bit creepy.)

Posting a bracelet I recently made for attention

(but I want to show it to a friend and I don't want her to know my tumblr name so I hope she doesn't see it lol but you gotta live your life with a little risk in it right RIGHT)

btw I just learned a lot about this week's panel thanks to @folie-a-deux YOU'RE GREAT THANK YOU SO MUCH I've been giggling like a little girl reading your posts about the panel <3333333

[googoothegodofblood]

Pattypoke for the soul

[sunbedo]

Hey guys. gay rights

[idyllicbarb]

FOREVER MY LADY, AARON PIERRE

synopsis: a look into your world being aaron pierre’s love interest in a new film.

pairing: aaron pierre x actress!reader

warnings: slow burn, flirty!aaron, shy!reader, cussing, fluff.

word count: 2k+

You've been acting since you were ten-years old. Watching your mother and father become award winning stars motivated you to become one yourself. Now, you're thirty-years old with a few Emmys on your shoulder. Though, your biggest goal is to become an Oscar winner. Time feels as if it's running out for you, though the journey towards the life you’ve always dreamed of is slowly working out for itself.

There's this itch in the back of your mind, you can't scratch it. You feel as if it has something to do with your love life. It's shitty and lonely, you always hear your girls gossip about how the dating pool is shit.

You haven't had a serious relationship since college. Your boyfriend was your high school sweetheart, you two decided to keep the relationship going by attending Spelman and Morehouse College. Things took a turn when you caught him cheating on you during a block party. Ever since, you've stayed to yourself and your work. Keeping a small circle of friends and always staying in-touch with your family; the thought of a relationship has moved to the back of your mind.

"Girl, men would perish if you gave them one teeny tiny little chance," Your friend, Chastity, said while fixing your hair before you two hit the town for the evening. You laughed her off, reminding her that you're committed to your craft.

"Yes I know, but having a lil' yeah or a lil' shit shouldn't knock you off balance that much." Your brows furrowed in confusion.

"A lil' shit? What the hell is a lil' shit, Chasity?" You stare at your friend in confusion, she shrugs her shoulders while putting the finishing touches on your hair.

"My niece says that's what the kids say nowadays, it's kinda cute," Chasity says spraying herself with your perfume; you ignore the fact that it's your perfume. "Yeah keyword, 'kinda," you rebuttal with causing Chasity to burst into a fit of laughter.

—

Since that late evening with Chasity, you've decided to let your guard down a bit. Entertaining yourself by talking with a few men here and there; though they could never scratch that itch of yours. Again, the dating pool, especially your age range, sucks ass.

The thought of dating another celebrity scared the hell out of you too. You've heard the whispers and rumors on how truly nasty, disgusting, and low-down some celebrities can be. It disturbed your presence deeply, you didn't want that in your life.

But your body had a different response to your feelings. You guess you could say you had a thing for your handsome love interest in your new film, 30. A film in which you and a long-time childhood friend of yours agrees to get married to each other, if both are still single, by the time you two hit the age of thirty-years old.

You like it; a very cliche rom-com. Also, you love rom-coms, especially ones that details black love. You love being the representation you could never find when you were younger.

With a fine ass love interest like Aaron, you feel yourself falling head over heels for that man. Oh how sweet he was when you two first met to do the chemistry test. Analise, the director, gushed over how well you two mesh. It's as if you can read Aaron's mind and Aaron can read yours; that's how well you two work together. The production crew loved seeing you two interact. Some would say that Aaron is your work-husband; your face would turn red and you'd immediately end the conversation there.

But those people were correct. Everytime you came on set, the first thing you did was find Aaron and spend time with him inside his or yours trailer. You two wouldn't even be going over the script, just sitting there basking in each other's warmth. There would be times where you'd bring your vinyls and record player, sitting on the floor letting Aaron soak up all the music you enjoy listening to.

"You love Beyoncé I see." Aaron comments as he watches you sing along to the song being played. Bday was your second favorite album from Beyoncé, self-titled being your first. It was something about Bey’s music that made you feel welcomed and safe.

Sighing, you give Aaron a soft smile before scooting closer to him, "Of course, she's gotten me through so much. You wouldn't understand."

It's quiet for a few beats, letting the song Flaws and All come to an end.

Aaron lifts his hand running it through a few strands of your loose curls, you decided to finally touch up your hair after days of leaving it up in a ponytail. "Maybe I wouldn't understand, but I'd like to try."

You turn your head towards Aaron, you're staring at him but not into his eyes. You could never hold eye contact with Aaron or anybody really; you'd get nervous really face and turn away with a blush masked on your face.

"One day, I'll tell you everything." You mumble quietly. Aaron gives you a soft smile and leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, "I'll be waiting."

You’d never tell Aaron but you hold a piece of that day in your heart. He gives the most gentle hugs you've ever received along with the most sweet, loving, and encouraging words you heard every day on set from him. Aaron has been an amazing co-star and now best friend to you. You might even say, he’s changed your opinion on dating inside the industry.

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind for later. Now, it's about 11am and you're getting prepared for the day. A few interviews and a run through of how the world premiere of 30 will go. You and Aaron are supposed to give a small speech before the invited guests get to watch the film you, Aaron, and so many others worked hard on for the last few months.

—

"You look stunning," John, a makeup artist, says once you stepped inside of the small party room that's being held behind the curtains.

Out the corner of your eye, you see Aaron staring at you but you can't read his facial expression. Ignoring it, you turn your attention back towards John. "Thanks boo, you know I had to look good for tonight."

John and a few others around him hype you up as you give them a twirl in your dress along with a hair flip. Laughing and waving them off, you head your way over towards the direction of the movie, Analise.

"Analise!" You greet her with a soft smile and open warms, receiving the same affection in return. "You look so gorgeous, everyone here is giving you googly eyes, even Mr. Pierre."

Your cheeks heat up at the comment from Analise. Trying to regain composure, you smile and let your hands fall to your side, "Aaron? Oh, I doubt he's giving me googly eyes."

Analise eyebrows raises, tilting her head before turning her shoulder to stare at Aaron and looking back at you, "You really think Aaron doesn't have a crush on you?"

"We're just co-stars, I doubt he sees me in that way." You say before flickering your eyes over at Aaron. It's never crossed your mind that Aaron has some sort of feelings for you. You always took Aaron as the type of actor who is committed to his work and has a strict policy of keeping work and personal affairs separate.

"Please, every time we were on set, he looked at you like you're the only woman to ever grace this earth."

Analise stares at you for a moment before placing a hand on your shoulder, "Now, I'm not saying you have to get with him or anything. But I and others notice the way you two interact, it's refreshing. I enjoyed coming to set knowing my two lead actors enjoy working with one another."

You didn't necessarily know how to react; but a weird sense of warmth comes over you at Analise's confession. You give her a soft smile, "Thank you."

–

"So, how does it feel to have worked with the finest man in Hollywood right now?" Your friend, Chasity, asks you as you two sit at the bar and watch everyone else dance at the after party.

You grin a bit before fixing your face, "You have such a crush on that man Chas. But he's an amazing person to work with; I enjoyed every second I spent with him on set."

Chasity smirks, "Me? Crush on Aaron? I believe those honors belong to you, my love. That childish grin you just gave me told me all I needed to know."

"It's nothing more, look, Aaron is a sweet co-star and we're just friends. He's dedicated to his career just like I am with mines. That's it, that's all." You say and sip on your Margarita.

Chasity hums and stares out into the sea of people dancing, "Well your "friend" is on his way over here, right now."

Your eyes widened and you immediately sit down your drink before you have the chance to spit it out. You turn your head to see that Chasity was indeed correct, Aaron was on his way over to where you and Chasity are currently sitting.

Chasity looks over at you, "Girl you look good, stop stressing," she mumbles and turns to give Aaron a soft smile.

"Hello Chasity." Aaron greets your best friend with a generous side hug and turns his attention towards you, "Hello lovely."

"H-hey Aaron." You say with a soft spoken voice. Out the corner of your way you can see the smirk on Chasity's face; you'd have to get at her about that later.

"I'm so honored to have work with you and I've decided my thank you to you, I'm gifting you this," Aaron pulls the huge white and black Chanel bag from his bag and you gasp.

"Aaron! Oh my God, I love this. I wish you told me you were gifting me, I would've went and bought you something special too." You say as you get up and wrap your arms around his neck.

Aaron chuckles and slips an arm around your waist, the warmth that comes over your body feels amazing as you two hug for a bit while longer before parting.

You slowly take the purse from out his hands and Aaron wants to take his phone out to snap a picture of your reaction.

"Please, you don't need to, I already have something special." Aaron looks you in the eye at the last part causing you to blush and look away from him.

You become increasingly nervous and stare at the beautiful Chanel purse that's in your hands, "Well, it's a beautiful gift, thank you Aaron."

Aaron raises his hand to lift your chin softly, "What'd you say, beautiful?"

Your words for a second get stuck in your mouth, “I… it’s a beautiful gift, thank you Aaron.”

It’s as if Aaron got a kick out of you stumbling over your words, his smirk grows and he pulls back from you. “Anytime, beautiful.”

You and Aaron both hear his name being called; he gives you one more look, “Duty calls.”

You watch him walk away and Chasity hits your arm softly, “Girl! You’re practically drooling over him.”

Suddenly that brings you back to reality, “Drooling? Chas stop it. I was doing perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, well when you and him end up all over Twitter tomorrow with people over analyzing you all’s reaction don’t say I didn’t tell you so,” Chasity says before turning to the bartender and asking for another drink.

Slowly, you sit back down on the barstool, reading over the words Chanel on your new purse. “Chas, do you really think Aaron has feelings for me?”

She turns her head over at you, “Clear as day boo, the signs are there. I can’t convince you, you have to convince yourself.”

Humming in response, you turn your attention towards Aaron’s way, watching him laugh and interact with a few friends from college.

Aaron doesn’t have crush on you, right?

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[castdust]

wish that i could !

𝓼ynopsis. yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

➟ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. daniela avanzini x biker!reader

➟ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ. newjeanz 'hanni - minji | en- 'jungwon - jake | le sserafim 'yunjin | katseye

➟ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. fluff | angst | slight!nsfw | uni au | smau + written

➟ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. might have insensitive jokes, profanities, alcohol, minimal drug use, vaping/smoking, dry humor.

➟ ᴀ/ɴ. please do not associate the characters with the idols in real life. this story does not represent them. this story will contain slight mature scenes and sensitive topics. any resemblance with other contents are purely coincidental. ERRORS are inevitable. also some places might take place in the philippines (like the uni's and street names). the pics that i used here are from pinterest ctto.

reader's discretion is highly advised.

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ. 'wish that i could by umi 'timeless by the weeknd and playboi carti 'otw by khalid, 6lack, and ty dolla $ign 'confident by justin bieber 'let me love you by ariana grande and lil wayne 'bags by clairo 'soft spot by keshi 'kissed a girl by katy perry 'good for you by selena gomez and a$ap rocky 'poison by brent faiyaz 'after hours by kehlani 'disturbia by rihanna ++ more

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ. the 6xers | winx club

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ.

00. license revoked

01. stop spreading rumors

02. failed flirting

03. dance with me?

04. unknown number

05. hell zone

06. its final szn

07. ready, get set, go!

08. spawn of satan

09. coffee for dani

10. going feral

11. finals just finished me

12. yellow cab cravings

13. midnight thoughts

14. night rides

15. go! animo la salle!

16. pain and loss

17. preach

18. jungwon the savior

19. back with the ex?

20. long rides

21. win the race

22.

++ more chapters

taglist: @gtfoiydlyj @saysirhc @artrizzler19 @jellaaa @taikabui @spongebobtentacles @hwonnrinji @sunshinez4 @fillthwvoid @meganskiendielsbtc @altaroflux

[ovrour]

-FALLIN' INTO YOUR OCEAN EYES.

synopsis• you're inlove with Chris' eyes.

pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Columbian!gf reader

Genre: Fluff

Category: Chris x Foreign reader

Word count: 0.5k

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈...♪ 𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑩𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬 𝑬𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯

you loved these types of moments.

ones where you would just sit on the couch and listen to Chris talk for hours. It gave you the best chance of getting lost in his eyes. They were beautiful, and mesmerizing. You'd never seen such eyes as his. You wish you could stare at them forever.

“Baby?” Chris spoke, looking at you. “hm? Yes lindo?” You hummed, still staring at him. “Are you listening?” Chris Asked, a sad look in his eyes. You placed your hand on his right cheek, “Yes baby, I am. Continue please, I love it when you talk.” You smiled. You could see the concern leave his eyes.

“Anyway, I loved getting to see power slap. It was amazing. And then, Justin ended gambling and winning a million dolla…” He continued talking but it went through one ear and out the other. You couldn't focus, you were so fixated on his baby blues. You just couldn't help it. He was so gorgeous. You don't think he realizes how easy it is to fall in love with his lovely blue eyes. He was so clueless.

“Baby, you keep staring,” Chris laughed. “I'm sorry I can't help it. You're so gorgeous.” You responded, leaning forward, pressing your lips against his. You press your forehead against his, breaking the kiss. “What was that for hm?” Chris asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. “I just wanted to kiss you.” You giggled, looking up at him. “Well, thank you baby.” He laughed, placing you on his lap.

Both of you just stared at each other, eyes filled with love. God, you couldn't get enough of him. You could stare at him forever, just like you were now. You would never get enough of his gorgeous eyes. So much so that, most of the time you’d get caught staring all the time. So, he knew. Of course he knew, he had too. You looked at him so much, there's no way he couldn't have realized how much you loved them. “Amor, you're staring.” You giggled. “You're staring too princess, you have been this whole time.” He responded, smiling at you. “whattt, no I haven't….” “oh yeah?” “Mhm” “you haven't huh?” you nodded, a red tint appearing across your cheeks.

Chris leaned forward, and smirked. He played you down, and started tickling you. It startled you, but you were okay with it. You both laughed and screamed together. Appreciating this moment you two had together. “Admit it baby, you love my eyes”  “Okay, okay!!” You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “I can't breathe!!” He let you go, you trying to catch his breath. “Cmon baby, you don't have to lie baby. You can say you love my eyes, especially in Spanish.” Chris commented, smirking at you.

“Mhmmm,maybe” you responded. “please baby.” Chris whined, looking at you with puppy eyes. “ughhh, fine. You're lucky I love you, idiot.” You laughed. He smiled, sitting up. “Me encantan tus ojos, hermoso.” “What’d you say?” Chris asked, his eyes glowing in the light. “I said..” “i love your eyes, handsome” 

a/n: I tried setting up my titles and stuff differently so lmk how you like it! Also, this is short and shitty bc it's literally 1 am and I'm soooo tired. Also, I didn't know how to really write this. but, I hope you enjoy it!!

Lots of love, alondra🪷

taglist!!: @flouvela @bernardsbendystraws @inkyray @sturnthepot @luvs4matt @immattsslut @042502 @sassysturniolo2008 @sturniolosarethebest (if you want to get added pls lmk!!)

[house-of-lovin]

safety net

Tara Carpenter x F!Reader

masterlist | over (1) | love language (2)

Summary: Tara Carpenter loved playing games with you. (inspired by safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign)

Warnings/Tags: toxic!tara, clueless!tara, mature language, implied sexual themes, mentions of violence and trauma.

Note: as promised THE LAST PART (woohoo😮‍💨) this was seriously a lot of fun and became a bit of a writing exercise using songs as prompts and trying to piece them together into a storyline. Thanks for all the comments, reblogs and feedback. They are so appreciated! Let me know what you guys think! <3

Word Count: 3.4k+

“You’re staring, again.”

Tara snaps her gaze back to the book on the table, ignoring her friends’ smug smiles. “Why don’t you just go up to her and apologize?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried.” Tara rolls her eyes. 

It’s been two weeks since that night at the party and you have been ignoring Tara. You spent the rest of spring break working at your uncle’s shop, avoiding the friend group, sans Mindy because you couldn’t exactly avoid someone you lived with. Tara attempted to give you space the following days and then reached out to you in hopes that you could talk and sort out the situation. Tara doesn’t want to lose you as a friend. 

“I’m not gonna apologize for something that wasn’t my fault, Mindy. Just because she caught feelings doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. But now she’s ignoring me?” Tara scoffs, “Well, some friend she is.” 

“God Chad’s right. You two are clueless.” Mindy’s nose wrinkled.

“She knows where to find me when she’s done being stubborn.” Crossing her arms, she glances back at you. You were sitting across the quad, on a bench surrounded by your other friends; laughing and talking, unfazed by Tara’s brazen staring. 

How were you not seeing her shameless looks?

She swallowed the pitiful lump in her throat as she continues to observe your carefree nature. 

“Weren’t you begging me to tell her to call you back like a week ago?” Mindy objected causing Anika and Quinn to snicker as they listen in, not bothering to pretend like they weren’t eavesdropping.

“Begging is a stretch,” She mutters weakly, picking at the corner of her book.

“Tara, why can’t you just admit that you want to be with her?” Quinn ponders, genuinely confused as to why you two are playing hopscotch around one another. Everyone could see how madly in love you two are.

It genuinely puzzled the friend group as to why it’s taking this long to get you guys to stop playing games.

They just wanted to see their friends together and happy, definitely not because of the growing bet pool. And not because it was getting increasingly expensive to wager in the bet the longer it ran because you two refused to acknowledge the clear feelings you have for each other. (It was starting to burn a sizeable hole in their wallets)

The brunette shakes her head defiantly, “We’re just hooking up.”

“You’re not acting like you guys are just hooking up.” Anika counters, “actually, you guys act more like a couple than me and Mindy sometimes.”

“No. We don’t,” She frowns.

“Yes you do and it’s gross,” The aforementioned girl interjects. “No one should be cuter than me and my girl.” She wraps an arm around Anika, leaning in to lovingly peck the girl’s cheek. 

“Y/N’s always bringing you coffee when you study with us at the library, even though her class is on the other side of campus.” Anika comments.

“She always loses on purpose when we play card games just so you can win,” Quinn adds.

“She laughs at all your lame jokes and obscure movie references – there’s no way you enjoy Suspiria as much as you say you do,” Mindy stated.

“Hey!” 

“Dude, she has a Spotify playlist titled with your name and heart beside it.” Mindy throws her hands up, feeling a bit fed up.

“Doesn’t mean anything, we share music all the time!”

“Tara, Y/N literally takes care of your plants when you complain about forgetting,” Quinn objects.

Tara’s still feeling persistent. “That’s not true.” 

Her dying plants have been on the mend these last few weeks and it’s definitely because she’s been paying more attention to them; placing the potted plants in a better area for sunlight and watering them more.

Quinn shoots her roommate a pointed look, “You were over-watering them, Tara. Y/N had to come over and change the soil. Did you even notice?”

No, Tara didn’t even notice. She was shocked at how much went over her head as her friends continue to list all the little things you do that, apparently, she’s been too blind to see. She glances back at you as you’re talking to a girl; smiling, unbothered. She recognizes her from her creative writing class – Tara didn’t know you two were close. Close enough for the girl to wrap a hand around your arm and lean into your ear something that the Carpenter can’t make out from the vast distance.

Tara’s eyes slither into tight fissures as she watches the random girl continue to make herself comfortable on you. Eventually, whatever she felt she had to whisper so close was over, but not before the girl planted a kiss on your cheek unsuspectingly. The Carpenter watches as you slightly jump from the contact, then eventually grant her a shy smile – the same smile you reserved for her. 

Tara feels an unpleasant drop in her chest because, for the first time since moving to New York, she allowed herself to finally feel everything she’s been burying.

It was suffocating, making her want to claw at her throat to get rid of the nasty sensation. Regardless of how much she swallowed in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, it only grew larger as it ached; begging to be acknowledged. Hastily, Tara stands up, gathering her things.

“Where are you going?” Her friends' questions were left unacknowledged as she footed it, not really sure where she was going; all Tara knows is that she had to get away before her friends see her break down. 

In her haste, Tara misses your concerned eyes tracking her disappearing figure.

●●●

Tara is choosing to ignore the world and her problems.

After that conversation with her friends, she ran home, plopped into her bed and hid under the covers for the remainder of the afternoon. She put on her favourite horror movies, hoping it would distract her from her thoughts of you. But her efforts proved to be fruitless. You tormented her thoughts regardless of how desperately she tried to drown them out. 

So, she sat there until bright blue skies turned navy and drove herself mad thinking about you.

Trust came sparsely for someone who was violently attacked by a deranged murderer. As much as Tara tried to push through the past and live as if nothing happened, it plagued her in her daily life. It revealed itself when a phone rang too loudly, near kitchen knives, or in dark areas – there were just certain experiences that were tainted by the memory of Ghostface. 

But then you showed up. She remembers opening the door to her apartment and there you were, standing behind Mindy with a $15 bottle of champagne and a poorly-wrapped throw blanket for the old couch to celebrate the Carpenter’s housewarming party (an attempt at some normalcy) with a shy smile and Tara was hooked. 

No matter how much she tried to distance herself, echoing sentiments that it’s a bad idea to get involved with someone so soon.

You lured her in, anyway.

It was in your tenderness that you had Tara wrapped around your finger.

Normally, the Carpenter would be annoyed with someone treating her like she was made of glass, but when it came to you; she knew it wasn’t out of pity. Your gentleness was welcomed with open arms because for once in her life, Tara finally felt like she didn’t have to be so brave all the time, at least, not when she was around you. 

She didn’t have to pretend her life was as put-together as she made it out to be. 

Because for once, someone had finally made her feel like she is worthy enough to stay for, to care for, and maybe to love. And that was terrifying because all anyone in her life had ever done is let her down and leave – Sam, her mom, her dad, Amber. So she kept you on a tight leash; taking control and leading. Never letting you close enough to see how she really feels about you. But there are cracks in the unsturdy walls she tries to put up, she’s not perfect. How can she resist you when you still willingly chased after her regardless of what she’s put you through – and how even through her harshness, you never lose your gentleness with her.

You create real balance and peace within her (not the fake one, she’s desperately fronting) and to someone who’s only known chaos and instability – that’s terrifying. So sue her, for being a little scared.

So, yes. 

Right now, Tara is ignoring everything around her because that realization is too big a burden to deal with.

She has her legs pulled up to her chest, the fuzzy blanket you gifted months ago, wrapped around her shoulders as she watches the TV from the couch; not really paying attention to the film. Her eyes begin to burn the longer she stares at the blue-lit screen causing a painful sting to her pupils. 

A terse knock on the front door startles her making her blink at the sound. 

Everyone was out for the night; Sam at therapy, Quinn at a hookup’s house and her other friends, all off doing their own thing. She wasn’t sure who could be at the door at this time. Cautiously, she stands to silently walk to the door – the pads of her naked feet connecting to the wooden floor litter goosebumps on her skin. Standing on the tips of her toes, Tara looks through the peephole.

She sees you shifting on your feet, glancing over your shoulder – looking unsure if you should even be there. 

Tara feels a pit forming in her stomach, but moves swiftly to unlock the door, opening it. 

“Hey.” She says softly, palm wrapped tight on the doorknob in an attempt to ground herself.

“Hi.” You rub a hand on the back of your neck.

“What–what are you doing here?” Tara sees you flinch, mistaking her tone for malice but you’re answering before she can correct herself.

“Mindy said you needed my help.” You drawl as if confused. 

Tara shares your confusion, brows drawing together. “I… don’t need help?”

You shake your head, clenching your jaw tight, “God dammit… I think she set us up.” 

“Oh.”

Rolling your eyes, “Yeah, oh. Look, that’s my bad, I’ll deal with her. You can go back to… doing whatever you were doing.” 

Tara sees you eye her attire glumly; an oversized shirt that covered her bare legs; assuming the worst. Her eyes immediately widened like saucers, grabbing your arm before you could leave. 

“No! That–that’s not–I’m home. Alone.” She clarifies. The word ‘alone’ taking a special raised and rushed tone. 

You scoff, pulling away from her, “good for you.”

“Can we talk?” Tara calls out, she can’t let you leave yet – despite her previous decision to ignore you and ignore her feelings. The longer you stood across from her, the more she realized just how much she’s missed you these last few weeks.

“No.” You continue to walk down the hall.

Tara grows desperate, running after you and grabbing your arm again to stop you from leaving. The concrete floors were rough on the soles of her feet. “Y/N, please.”

You turn, ready to yank your arm away from her grip but her watery eyes halt you; sympathy bubbling lowly in your chest and you curse inwardly at how easy it was for her to lure you back in. 

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? Some people are trying to get some sleep!” A voice interrupted, it was her neighbour, peeking his head a couple of doors down to yell at you two. He pops his whole body out when he sees Tara’s revealing figure, shooting her a lewd smile through his cigarette-tainted teeth,  “Oh hey, there.”

Tara feels you turn in her hold as your face drops – jaw clenching as you glare at her sleazy neighbour (who was at least in his late 40s judging by his greying hair) “Go back inside unless you wanna get fucked up and stop looking at her.” 

He stares back for a few seconds, debating if the challenge was worth his time. You move her behind you with a tug of an arm; blocking his view of her. Tara knows it's the wrong time but she couldn’t help but move closer; inhaling your familiar perfume. “Man, you’re not even worth my time.”

You wait until he shuts the door before facing her again, muttering under your breath. “Creepy motherfucker.” 

“Go back inside before anyone else comes out here begging for a show.” You tell her, lightly pushing her back to her door. But her hold on your arm tightens, “Not until you come inside and talk to me.”

You sigh, looking around the hallway in an attempt to buy yourself some time before you eventually gave in – tugging her inside the apartment.

Only once you were both inside did you pull away from her grip; Tara’s arm falling limply by her side. You look at her expectantly, “Well?”

Tara remains unmoving and silent, She curls into herself, leaning against the back of the couch just staring at you

You grow annoyed at her silence, running a hand on your face, “Tara you begged me to talk…” 

Still nothing from the Carpenter; she isn’t sure why she can’t say anything now that you’re standing in front of her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to confront you and her feelings but as you stood there, about to leave, she knew she couldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t sure when she would see you again, this was the closest you’d been around her in the last few weeks. 

At this point, she was acting on pure impulse and heightened emotions.

“Unbelievable…” You mutter, grabbing the doorknob. She can feel practically feel the sharp snap in your patience as you try to leave, again.

“I don’t get you.” 

That stops you in your tracks, making you turn looking confused. 

“What?”

Tara begins to shake her head.

“I mean, I don’t get you… Like, why are you still here? Jesus, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me but you still came here cause you thought I needed help. Even after all the petty shit I’ve been doing with those guys to fuck with you and after the party” She grabs at her hair; roughly tugging on it. “And even after all that, you still chase after me. Why!”

“Because I love you.” 

Tara inhales a sharp breath at your admission and how carelessly easily you said those words. Your brows furrowed like you looked genuinely confused by her question, it has Tara scoffing in disbelief. Unsure how you can still give her genuineness even after everything she’s done, she doesn’t deserve it.

“No, you don’t, you can’t. We’re just hooking up, it was just sex.” She denies, but a fog of tears is beginning to cloud her eyes. Even through the haze, she can see you approaching closer, holding a cautious hand out. 

“Maybe I am just a hook-up to you… but I didn’t just catch feelings for you. I’m not just falling in love with you, I already fell Tara. More like, I dove head-first without a life jacket,” You take the moment to chuckle dryly.

“And yeah, that wasn’t part of the plan but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself I didn’t tell you that there’s someone that wants to wake up and fall asleep beside you every day. Someone that wants to show you that maybe this time you don’t have to be so afraid to let someone in.” You shake your head, looking down for a brief moment of insecurity but you regain the passion in your eyes as you connect gazes.

“So, look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m just a hookup, and if you do. I’ll leave you alone – for good.” She desperately blinked away the tears as she attempts to meet your eyes to tell you that you are just a hookup, it is just sex, she doesn’t love you too. But when she meets your eyes, she sees tenderness again and suddenly her knees are buckling under her.

Her body doesn’t meet the ground like she expects it to. Instead, you grabbed her, wrapping a firm arm around her waist as you held her weight up. She can hear distant mutterings of comfort being whispered in her ear but nothing registers as she realizes that she’s starting to sob uncontrollably. 

“Baby…need you to breathe… ‘gonna make yourself sick.” 

She couldn't hear anything around her until her face is being pressed into soft fabric; clawing at it, in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. She’s having a panic attack. 

“Tara… Please, baby, you have to breathe–” You beg but Tara can’t hear you properly.

Nothing works until she feels you wrap her in a firm hug, still leaving her enough space so as to not feel suffocated. One arm around her waist, the other hand wrapped around her neck, as you rub soothing lines on her clammy skin. 

A few moments of silence pass until Tara feel the pressure in her chest ease as the ringing in her ears subsides. She gasps for air against your chest, coughing as a burning ache in her throat develops. The rubbing of lines on her neck turns into firm pats on the back as Tara continues to cough through her tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You shush her. Eventually, her coughs turn into occasional sniffles and deep breaths as you run fingers back up her hair comfortingly; giving her all patience she required.

“I’m sorry,��� Tara says once she pulls her head off your chest, keeping a tight grip on your clothes.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Your eyes softened as you ran the pads of your thumbs to wipe away at her tear-stained cheeks.

She shakes her head in your grip, “Yes, I do. Even now, you’re still treating me so well. I don’t deserve it.” Her voice turns into a broken whisper as she finally allows herself to be vulnerable.

“Oh Tara,” You said so tenderly, “You deserve the world, baby. You’re amazing.”

“No, I’m not,” She shakes her head, beginning to pull away from you, not wanting to hear your words and how genuinely you believed it. 

You tightened your grip around her waist, preventing her from moving. “Yes, you are, if only you can see yourself the way I see you. Oh, Tara, you don’t even realize it. You amaze me, you make me want to be a better person, that’s what you do to me, that’s what you make me feel. Not the other stuff you’re saying.”

Shaking your head, passion raging in your eyes; eye contact with the smaller girl unwavering, “The way you care for everyone around you, and how you carry yourself despite everything you’ve gone through… Baby, it’s amazing to watch you be yourself. I know, I know… After Amber, it’s hard–” That makes Tara’s eyes widen, unaware you knew about her and her late friend. 

“–to trust people but, if you just gave me a chance and spared me an ounce of trust to let yourself fall… I promise I’ll be under there waiting with a safety net.” 

Tara examines your eyes, there was no ounce of dishonesty in them. But that’s to be expected, you’ve always been genuine with her, always up-front, and calling her out on her shit – with love. It was one of the things that made her fall for you. Where everyone around her treats her like she’s a porcelain doll, letting her get away with whatever she wanted – you stopped her, but always in a way that was more so loving and protective rather than overbearing and smothering.

The thudding in her chest begs for reprieve as her heart craves to be moulded with yours. Her heart wants to know what it was like to beat in tandem with you, to finally allow herself to be caught instead of trying (and failing) to hold herself up all the time. 

As Tara’s body caves in on herself, she pulls you down by the neck, unable to hide the content sigh that leaves her lips when your mouths meet in the middle. The kiss was sweet, passionate and firm; it poured out all love that words could never capture; where the tool of language proved to be invaluable in expressing her feelings. 

“I trust you…” Tara whispers when she pulls away, unable to school the smile breaking across her lips. You giggle, making her smile wider. For once the heaviness in Tara's chest feels bearable with you in her arms. 

No other words were exchanged as you two attempted to meet again for a kiss only to bump noses and miss because you two were beaming so wide.

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happy reading!

:)

[nickssidewitch]

Ride Me Like A Carnival…

Go! Go! Go! A story where Matt and his girlfriend Alyssa are leaving the carnival, and it reminds him of a certain trending song…

Warnings: SMUT, Dom!Matt x Sub!OC (named Alyssa), RIDING!!

***

“You’re so annoying,” Alyssa sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked alongside her cocky boyfriend.

Matt snorted. “You know that’s not true,” he argued slyly, making his girlfriend groan and push him away from her playfully.

The two walked up to Matt’s car, hopped in, and began to drive home.

“It is true, especially right now,” She contested. “Winning all those fucking games got to your head.”

“I’ll make you get to my head…”

“Oh no…”

“Head of this dick!”

Alyssa sighed. “You just wanted to make that joke ‘cause that didn’t make any sense.”

“True,” he admitted with a shrug. “You laughed though, didn’t you?”

Though Alyssa turned her head to face the window and crossed her arms, Matt could still see a small grin on her lips. He chuckled and slapped his hand onto her thigh closest to him, gripping it. “See? I’m funny.”

The two got home and took their shoes off by the door. Matt walked into the kitchen, getting a fresh, cold root beer from the refrigerator.

In the living room, Alyssa walked up to the mirror on the wall and began to take off her earrings. “That carnival was fun, right?”

Matt made his way to the living room and sat on the couch, cracking open his root beer. “It was, honey.” He took a sip of his drink before continuing. “Everytime I hear the word carnival I think of that Kanye song. Y’know, the one with Carti and Ty Dolla Sign?” He laid back against the couch, his legs spreading more widely and hands behind his head. “You ride dick like a carnival, baby?” He grew a smug smirk on his face as he waited for his girl to answer.

“Um, I-” Alyssa paused. She wanted to say yes, she really did, because she knew that was the smarter, more confident route to take. But, there was just something about the question mixed with Matt’s current cocky demeanor that made her hesitant.

Although the smirk remained, Matt cocked an eyebrow as he noticed her hold back a response. “You're not sure?” He questioned.

Alyssa continued to blush and stutter, “I guess so? Well, I-”

Matt quickly interrupted her statement of weakened confidence, beckoning her over with a couple of flicks of his hand. “C’mere, sweet girl,” he said cutely, juxtaposing the egoistic look on his face. His hands beat his thighs, acting as a signal for her to sit on them.

The girl sat atop one of his thighs, but it wasn’t enough for Matt as he grabbed one of her legs and swung it around his waist. This put her completely sat on his lap, her chest facing his, her groin placed on his, and their eyes locking with each other’s.

“You ride dick like a carnival, baby?” He repeated the question and looked into her eyes as if he was searching for the answer that her mouth prevented her from speaking. His hands gripped into her waist and his thumbs began to rub circles into her lower back, a habit he developed the first few times she was ever on top of him. It seemed to calm the two of them down, and the motion just stuck.

The soul-searching look in his eyes seemed to hypnotize Alyssa to finally answer a weak, “Yes,” which was all Matt needed to initiate their upcoming venture.

The boyfriend, still wanting to show himself off after a whole evening of winning carnival games and proving himself to be “something along the lines of the best” as he called himself (he claimed to be modest and used that line of phrasing to prove it), brought his lips to Alyssa and kissed her for a couple of seconds, biting her lip and tugging at it as he pulled back and placed his hands behind his head again. “Prove it.”

Alyssa swore she could hear herself gulp.

He chuckled as he watched her blush. He could feel her body tense as his request, which egged on his smug performance. “Prove to me that you can ride like that.” His eyes landed down between his legs and shot back up into hers, almost like a gesture. “Pull my cock out and show me what you got, princess.”

Alyssa followed his commands and brought her hands between his legs and her own, unzipping his black jeans and pulling out his dick. The sight made her marvel every time, and her mouth salivated instinctively at its form. Thankfully, she was wearing a summer dress, so she could easily pull up the fabric to reveal her own private area.

Matt bit his lip as he watched the scene play out. His girlfriend gave his dick a couple of strokes with her hand, and he took this time to lick four of his fingers, coating them with his saliva to use as a sort of lube to rub at Alyssa’s pussy and warm her up.

Alyssa’s head threw back at his touch, halting her from continuing with her actions. But she was quickly made to resume as she felt a stinging slap on her left ass cheek. She looked at Matt, who said, “C’mon you gotta ride me, sweetheart. Don’t take too long,” he paused to lean forward and whisper in her ear, “or I’m gonna have to take charge. You understand?”

Alyssa nodded and finally gripped onto the shaft of his dick to line it with her entrance. She lifted her body up slightly to line herself with his dick as well, before finally sliding down onto it. She could feel Matt’s hands holding her waist and helping her situate onto him, but he quickly placed them back behind his head. Alyssa could tell he really wanted her to truly prove herself to him.

The feeling of his dick inside of her made the two of them groan, not only in satisfaction, but also to hold themselves back from having an orgasm prematurely. Alyssa began to slide herself up and down repeatedly, letting out little whimpers and soft moans as her arousal started to build up. Her boyfriend’s eyes followed her movements up and down as he observed her. It was like he was genuinely examining her, seeing if she could really provide the proper evidence for her claim that she could ride him “like a carnival”. He had to keep this act up for at least some more minutes before giving her his final conclusion.

Alyssa’s hips began to sway in circular motions at a decent pace, but she kept this up only for so long before she started to whimper and slow down. Matt tried to rile her up a bit, giving another slap and grip onto her ass cheek. But this was no dice. His girl was unraveling on top of him, but not in a good way.

“Baby, come here,” he commanded in a soft tone. He didn’t actually want her to follow his command, so he just wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in closer. She was trembling, the poor girl. Her head rested on his shoulder and her arms mimicked his as she wrapped them around his back. Matt shushed her whimpers and began to speak to her soothingly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby, shh,” he whispered. “I know, it’s a lot. You’re overwhelmed, I know. I can feel it. Yeah? You are?” He leaned back for a small second before shifting back again. “I know, I see it. You’re okay, I promise. I’ll help you out, but only to give you a little boost, okay?” His hands rubbed at her quivering back to help her calm down.

Alyssa could only respond with a “mhm”. Her boyfriend let out a small breath of a laugh before bringing his hands down to her hips and gripping a bit tightly. “Okay, you might wanna hold onto me,” he warned her, and as soon as she did, his lower body began to thrust upwards into hers at a rapid pace, causing the girl to let out a drawled out moan. She tried to hold her sounds back as best as she could, but the moment Matt fixed his head to look at her face and study her expressions, she opened her mouth and released all of them.

Matt nodded at her reactions as a sign of reassurance. He let out with a grunt and gritted teeth, “There you go, there you go! There’s my girl!” Alyssa giggled for half a second before a spot in her tummy began to twist in arousal, causing her to get back to moaning again.

Matt felt her begin to tighten around him, and this caused him to stop his movements. He quickly slapped her ass multiple times to get her to continue her previous riding without losing the momentum he gave her. “Just had to help you out a little, baby, it’s okay.” He chuckled and began to watch her ride him again. Her movements seemed so much more fluid and he could tell she had more intention.”There she is! Look at my girl! Riding me like a pro!” A huge smile appeared on his face, one of enjoyment and pride.

Alyssa finally clamped around his dick fully, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her body shook, but she never ceased riding Matt.

“Fuck, I’m close, Lyss,” he groaned. “Please… fuck.”

Alyssa bounced herself up and down a few more times before he pulled out and came on both of their bodies. The couple’s chests heaved as they tried to regain their composure.

“Did I do good?” Alyssa finally asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of post-sex gleam.

“Of course, honey,” He assured her. “Rode me like a carnival.” He chuckled and helped her off of his lap.

“I did,” She said with a confident smile. A tinge of her own ego began to appear on her face which made Matt’s pride in her grow instantly.

“I knew you had it in you all along, sweetheart,” he explained, grabbing a tissue from a box on the coffee table to clean his dick off. “I could see you slipping a little toward the middle. That’s why I helped you a bit. Why did you doubt yourself, honey? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Alyssa blushed. “Because you’re you. And I’m me. I didn’t wanna let you down.”

Matt gave her a warm smile and pulled her in close to him. He got another tissue and began to help Alyssa wipe herself off as well. He never missed out on aftercare. “You could never let me down. You’re great at riding me. And I love watching you ride me, too. Don’t doubt yourself like that. And plus, I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader. That’s why I only helped you a bit and didn’t make you cum with my actions. I wanted you to prove to yourself– not me– that you’re great at riding. And what did you learn?”

“I am,” she replied, which made Matt kiss her forehead.

“Good girl,” he said with a nod. “Now we have to prove the other part of the song.” Alyssa looked at him confused before he continued, “Is your head so good you’re a honor roll?”

[june-pop]

Ni-Ki BF Headcanons

Ni-ki x Reader

Warnings: none

• His love language is definitely physical touch & quality time

• After watching some of their content, him and the group members say themselves that he (and Jungwon) doesn’t play video games as much as his hyungs do

• So I think he’s much more of a movie date type of boyfriend

•You always find yourself cuddled up next to him on the couch watching studio Ghibli movies for the nth time that week cause that boy is obsessed

• Try’s to teach you some his group’s choreography or one he made himself

• Loves when your attention is on him, so don’t take your eyes off him please

• If he notices you paying more attention to someone else he won’t really comment on it but he will get more quiet over time

• When you point it out he’s gonna try to deny it and avoid talking, but just give him a nice big hug and suddenly he’s back to himself

• He’s a big tease

• If you’re shorter he will use his height against you

• If you’re taller you better give him a taste of his own medicine 🤨

• Will probably try and make you flustered at any chance he gets (as if he isn’t screaming on the inside)

• Will make it his life mission to win you at least 2-3 plushies if you go to an arcade or carnival

• I can definitely see him being the type to spoil his s/o. Maybe not a lot but every now and then he’ll buy you something you like

• A necklace you saw at a store but didn’t have enough money for? Don’t worry he’ll pay for it behind your back and give it to you when you get back home☺️

“Riki that was like 200 dolla-” “let’s not focus on that, it looks so nice on you doesn’t it”

“😨”

• HEAD PATS

•please give this boy some head pats, he seems to really love when people play with his hair and stuff

• Especially if he’s had a long day and just wants to be with you, the second y’all start cuddling just start playing with his hair and massaging his scalp and that boy will be out like a light

• Your own personal photographer. Takes random photos of you with or without you knowing

• Has a whole album on his phone dedicated just to you that he rarely lets anyone else see

• Boy has a staring problem 😐

• You could be doing anything and once you turn around Riki’s just staring at you and you’re just like 🧍🏾‍♀️/ 🧍🏽….. can I help you?

• He try’s to play it off but anyone can tell he was in awe by you doing absolutely nothing

• He’s whipped

• Will start denying and blushing if you try to tease him about it

• Not too much though or you might end up on the couch getting tickled to death 💀

• I think he’d be very gentle with his s/o though. Like he might have some play fights with you but he’s definitely not as aggressive with you as he is with others

• Unapologetically rejects anyone who try’s to flirt or get with him because he already has you.

• He will make that quite clear, this boy can be blunt and very intimidating

• So just imagine Riki with a blank face telling the person “I have a s/o already” and walk away and once he sees you he’s suddenly all smiles as if he didn’t just crush someone’s heart😭

• Kisses with him are….interesting

• They honestly depend on the mood

• Earlier in the relationship they definitely didn’t happen often.

• Maybe some quick ones here and there

• But as time went on he got more & more bold

• You just put on some chapstick? Kiss

• He wanted to see what flavor it was 🤷🏾‍♀️

• You’re trying to ignore him for wtv reason? Kiss

• Can’t avoid him forever🤷🏾‍♀️ He will get your attention one way or another

• He got really excited about something that happened? He’s giving you a big hug and then kissing you until you can’t breathe

• What else was he supposed to do, you just looked so kissable🤷🏾‍♀️

• Cooking for the both of you? He’s coming up and giving you a nice hug from behind while also planting a few kisses on your shoulder

• He just wants to be close to you…and sneak a few pieces a food in his mouth

• SPEAKING OF BACK HUGS

• Riki LIVES AND BREATHES BACK HUGS

• both giving and receiving but prefers giving.

• Arguments are rare but they happen

• if it was something big he might take a bit to himself to think and them comeback to properly talk things out with you

• He doesn’t like yelling and hates if your upset with him, vice versa

• He’s a great listener, if you need to vent about something he will be by your side to listen and comfort you

• Will try to crack jokes to make you smile

• He loves your smile

• In general he loves you!!!!

• He’s just a someone who I think has a lot of love to give but just wants to find the right person to give it too

Hope you all enjoyed!!!

[dayslynthesix]

let the games begin | charles leclerc redbull!era x horner!reader

what would happen if charles signs a contract with redbull after the disastrous season 2023 was with ferrari? would it be unfair with himself to let go of his dream or would it be a jump of faith that those dreams could became real with the competition? this one is more like a platonic relashionship between charles and isabella (i got this very bad habit that i cannot write with s/n anymore)

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f1 Charles Leclerc made his Ferrari debut in 2018, racing alongside with the 4 times champion of the world, Sebastian Vettel, now, finishing his 5th year with the Scuderia and far from the results that he wanted, he leaves the team. Charles raced 100 races with Ferrari, won 5 times, including his historical winning in Monza, 2019 and 28 poles. Very good luck, Charles.

maxverstappen1 let's hope for no more inchidents, on the race

redbullracing welcome to the team, charlie!

izzyhaho now that's what I'm talking about. hey, charles, hope you like me, because you're about to hear my voice on your ear fot the next 24 races haha

user1 ok hold on mom it's happening, charles is moving to redbull

user2 it was worth nothing to be il predestinado on a failure as a team, welcome home, leclerc

user3 now im anxious to see how ferrari will perform next year

user4 hope the santander sponsor is worthy

user5 IMAGINE CHARLES DRIVING THAT ROCKET IM ON 9TH CLOUD

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charles_leclerc for 5 years this team and this car were my dream, i have won with ferrari and i have lost with them - many times, but i still had faith in the project, unfortunately, my dream was not enough to hold the love and the wishes i had with them. thank you all tifosi out there, for the indescribably suport and love you have showed me for the past years, it was my honour. my heart will always bleed ferrari red, but it is time to breath another air.

izzyhaho "another air" redbull air, competent team air, blue air, oversteering air, im about to faint, hold on

carlossainz55 best of luck, cabron!

landonorris well, i thought i would be the one who's gonna be max's teammate

redbullracing 💙💙

user6 you'll always be our man, Charlie

user7 i dont know if this is a dream or a nightmare

user18 nightmare was what was going on at ferrari

user8 lol it is actually happening

user9 will redbull do the multi 21 all over again or they will be free to fight?

user10 KICKING MY FEET NOW

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scuderiaferrari it is with a sad heart that we said goodbye to charles, it was amazing 5 years. il predestinado will forever be our maranello sun. thank you, charles. good luck on your next chapter.

charles_leclerc thank you so much!

izzyhaho your maranello sun is now our sun haha

user11 isabella is so chronically online that im dying to see her liked tweets tomorrow

user12 christian horner is right now opening his 56 thousands of dollas bootle of wine to drink a good glass of the most expensive wine ever because he got his dream driver line up

izzyhaho he is, in fact

maxverstappen1 he's been drinking a glass of wine per day since charles went for a "casual talk" with him

user13 wait, so this mean that max is not christian golden boy anymore?

maxverstappen1 you wish (im scared)

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redbullracing say hello to our new duo for the 2024 season, welcome home, charles, we are hoping to see you shine in navy blue. see you in march.

charles_leclerc thank you for the reception, i wasn't expecting the cake considering my birthday was a few weeks ago

maxverstappen1 why did you choose this photo, adm?

redbullracing mini boss who choose it

izzyhaho yes, i did, i thought it would be funny

user14 poor christian, if he thought his life was difficult with maxiel, now he have max, charles and his daughter around

izzyhaho oh he knows!

maxverstappen1 charles is still a little shy with the dinamics, but the prank week is on!

user15 im actually very happy with charles moving to redbull

user16 i wish i had good lawyers so i could say everything i want to say

user17 charles got a shitty car for 2 seasons and jumped the boat, never gonna be a world champion

izzyhaho at least he can drive a formula one car, something you could never 😜

user18 isabella was like "don't say shit about my new friend" and went for it

user19 so, we won on the lottery, i mean, charles is on a competitive team, have a nice car, have a nice race engineer and a team principal who looks for his best interests

user20 isabella is a race engineer?

izzyhaho noooo, im a physics student, but I'll work side by side with kai (charles engineer)

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izzyhaho ok, i was thinking about and ill give it a go: ask me questions about f1 and life and ill answer during my waiting time

user21 where are you going, iz?

izzyhaho I'm flying back to the uk, team meeting for the start of the season

user22 what exactly is your job at redbull?

izzyhaho i mean... almost everything? usually i stay with media duties, follow the drivers around, do the posts, stuff like that, but my thing is analyzing data and im the race engineers backup, i spend most part of the fp, qualy and race side by side with hannah

user23 who's your favorite driver?

izzyhaho jenson button, there's no other answer for it, but i really like lewis and seb

user24 where and what exactly is your degree?

izzyhaho im a physics student at the MIT, but im about to graduate early next year

maxverstappen1 what are your pets names?

izzyhaho very funny haha look how im laughing, but my dogs names are ascari, mirabel and mugham, 3 border collies

landonorris what happened in bali during the summer break?

izzyhaho you wish 🤭

user25 where do you live?

izzyhaho in boston, but after i graduate ill move back to europe, probably monaco or spain

user26 why do you spend so much time in brazil?

izzyhaho do i need a reason? lol, i like the country, the people, the culture, the food, the football... but most of it is just like, so i can feel close to senna, I've never saw him race, but my dad did, and i think he was amazing, especially as a person, so i like to feel close to the country and the people and the places who made him who he was, and i have friends there too

user27 fav sport?

izzyhaho tennis and volleyball, i love both and i have some very good friends who play booth

user28 how is like to work with your dad?

izzyhaho hey pops, do you want to answer this one? it is nice, we work along very well, we usually go for the same line of thinking when it comes to races and we have a very good relationship, and if max thinks he is my dad golden kid, he is absolutely right 😔

user29 did you never consider pursuing a driving career?

izzyhaho i did, for a while, i drove for formula 4 and formula 3 but then i realized that what i like is the theoretical part of business, but i hope to drive a f1 car at least once

user30 how is your relationship with charles?

izzyhaho 🤭🤭

user31 which are the drivers you are the closest with?

izzyhaho uhhhh... im very close with max, for obvious reasons, oscar and i are pretty friends as well, charles, zhou, lewis and george, but i got along with all of the grid

user32 what are you fav tswift songs, era and album?

izzyhaho AMAZING QUESTION! fav songs: seven, afterglow, all to well, lover and call it what you want. fav album: rep, obviously abd fav era: i love her red era

user33 expectations for the 2024 season?

izzyhaho win everything that we can possibly win

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redbullracing it's lights out and away we go for the 2024 formula one season. 1-2 for the bulls on bahrein and a great start of the season for charles, congratulations on p2, lets aim for first next one, congratulations to max for winning the opening race of the season. let's goooooooo (mini boss said we need to look more happy)

maxverstappen1 well done, team

charles_leclerc great work, let's go for saudi aiming all 44 points

izzyhaho amazing job, as the usual

scuderiaferrari congratulations, Charles!

user34 can we take a moment to appreciate how well the car married with charles? it was like watching the old times again

user35 verstappen and leclerc fighting for p1 all the race, redbull doing double stacks 2 times, no inchidents... we'll about to testify the most dominant season a team could everrrrr be

user36 the way thar charles left the car and immediately went for the team and the team was there to congratulate him

user37 this duo... let's hope it doesn't turn a britcedes 2.0

redbullracing

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redbullracing: jeddah, melbourne and suzuka front row lockout 🔒 congratulations on charles first pole and first victory for the team, well done! congrats to max for his second win of the season. see you soon shanghai.

maxverstappen1 let's do it again next week, can we?

charles_leclerc hey adm, could i please fire isabella from being my race engineer?

izzyhaho you are saying this now that you won 2 out of 4 races just because i got i little too happy and screamed for 3 laps on your ear?

maxverstappen1 she did it with me too

sebastianvettel i think she just didn't do it with me too because she wasn't at the paddock the first time i won, but the first world championship... i can still hear her

pierregasly lil charlie is all for the team

landonorris charles is like troy bolton

maxverstappen1 that would made me gabriella montez?

danielricciardo no.

izzyhaho max, delete this, daniel is about to storm into the facilities just to cry in front of you

charles_leclerc i don't want this blond as my gabriella montez

danielricciardo hey isabella, he's talking about you

user38 100% of victories for redbull so far... im scared

user39 the way that even though we know rbr is going to win the season is good because charles and max are fighting all the time

user40 we all knew that with a good car charlie would shine

user41 no more nightmares about a understeering car

user42 no one is going to talk how ferrari dnfed 2 races and only stayed on points on jeddah?

besthorneriz karma takes all my friends to the summit

redbullracing isabella, get out of your private account!

[moonlightdreamzz]

safety net

a glimspe into the love of you and kim mingyu; a love that sometimes seems too good to be true.

🎧 ➤ safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign

pairing: mingyu x black!fem!reader

genre: fluff + light and brief smut

the soft morning light is filtered through your bedroom window, casting a warm glow on the room. you can’t help but notice the peacefulness of your surroundings: the gentle ticking of the clock, the rustling of the trees outside, and the distant chirping of birds. you feel grateful for this moment of stillness and contentment.

your love, mingyu, is seemingly in a deep slumber. he inhales deeply and exhales slowly, the sound of his breath adding to the peace of the moment. you'd been admiring him in all his beauty for the past two hours. his sun-kissed skin, which is even more beautiful now that it's summer, is holding you, as are his arms, which keep a firm grip on your body even while he's sleeping.

you inhale deeply, letting the breath out in dramatic fashion; a sound you could make only while he couldn’t hear you or else he would stop at nothing to know what’s bothering his girl. you could never hide your emotions from him no matter how hard you tried. he’d hold you hostage in this bed until you confessed.

“i wonder what you’re dreaming about.” you whisper barely audible, placing your cheek on his forehead and cupping his face. your lips can’t help but to place a kiss in the bullseye between his eyes. you begin to pepper gentle kisses all of his face to comfort yourself, but it’s not helping.

kim mingyu truly was something. and you genuinely couldn’t wrap your head around how you two ended up here so fast.

from the moment you met him, you knew he was special. it was like you had known each other for years, even though you had just met. you found yourself drawn to his kind heart, his easy laughter, and his gentle touch. he could read your thoughts, anticipate your needs, and make you feel like the most important person in the world like it was nothing.

these deep emotions are why you really hated how much you doubted it instead of enjoying each and every second with him. lately, your insecurities had been trying to come to the surface more and more no matter how much you tried to tame it.

“your mind is running.” his raspy voice sings to you, nuzzling closer into your chest. “I’m not at full energy yet, so you’re lucky. but just know when I wake up I’m going to get it out of you.”

“the only thing running is your mouth.” you bluff, even throwing in a fake chuckle to convince him that he didn’t know you as well as he did.

but he did know you. quite frankly, he knew you better than you knew yourself, which was just another thing to add onto his long list of perfection.

“oh word?” he smirks boyishly.

“are you using my lingo?”

“i could’ve sworn you were the one who said ‘what’s yours is mine’ right?”

now you’re fighting back a sly smile, knowing that if you giggled for even a mere second, he would know he’s winning your fake debacle.

“don’t be so quiet now.” he teases, removing his head from your chest to stretch his long body. “by the way, have I told you how thankful I am to you for getting a new bed?” he had been beaming about it since the two of you successfully put it together. it took you both forever to agree on the perfect color for the frame, but in the end, you were able to agree on white. mingyu no longer had to scrunch his large body in fetal position to sleep, and now you could properly lay on his chest as his legs stretched to the end of the mattress.

“i don’t think so…” you lie. you can’t help but tease him, and he responds by tickling you mercilessly. you laugh and squirm as he tickles your sides, your neck, and your feet. you try to fight back, but he’s too strong. you finally surrender, gasping for breath as he holds you close once more. you both lay in bed, panting and giggling, feeling like kids again.

“God, I love you so much.” he chuckles into your neck, before pressing a gentle kiss to it.

your heart stops beating for a moment, before continuing on again.

mingyu feels it when your heart seemingly stops. he wishes he could say he hated being such a tease to you, but that would be a lie and he will never lie to you.

he’s better at hiding it, but mingyu often doesn’t understand what he did to deserve you either. you, y/n, who is so encouraging. he knows he can always rely on you to be in his corner, providing words of support and affirmation, whether he's writing a new song, getting ready for a performance, or crying in your arms because he’s so damn overwhelmed. he could drown in the gratitude for you. he’s so glad to have you by his side because your unshakable faith in him provides him the assurance he needs to accomplish his goals

you’re his girl. his baby. his everything.

there’s a peaceful silent that begins to spread in the room once again, except this time mingyu is wide awake and staring at you. you can feel his eyes burning holes through you, but you’re used to it. as always, your scarf is halfway off of your head. your fuzzy edges are peeking out way more than mingyu knows you would like, so he does what he’s seen you do multiple times in frustration; remove it. unlike you though, gently.

you don’t blink.

“i said i love you.” mingyu repeats in a gentle tone. “so much.”

you snap out of your pacing mind once more to lock eyes with him, and his pearls are brimming with pure concern. your heart swells at how worried he always has to be for you.

“i-i love you too, baby. i’m sorry i just l—

“am overthinking?” he finishes for you.

you take what you assume to be your twentieth deep breath of the day. you then begin a bad habit of yours; you begin to scratch your scalp that was in dire need of some oil, all because you hate that fact that you were making it so obvious that you were having another moment.

mingyu releases you from his hold so that he can sit up on the bed now. his firm back leans on the soft headboard he had just installed only a week ago as he attempts to find the proper words to say to you.

“come here.” he instructs after about two minutes. he effortlessly pulls you on top of him so that you’re straddling his waist, and he immediately embraces you again. if only you knew what your touch did to him. how it made him feel like nothing could hurt him. your scent alone was enough for him, but he knows if he stays in this position he’ll fall asleep again.

“i’m sorry.” you whisper.

“i just wish you could see yourself through my eyes, baby.” he says in a frustrated voice. “through everyone’s eyes. you are quite literally the best thing that has and ever will happen to me. you’ve made me feel so much in so little time. although you’re not funnier than me,” he adds, just so he can see your precious smile, “you’re so damn hilarious. and precious. and don’t even try to act like this isn’t what’s wrong, because I know you. i know you.”

he squeezes your sides proudly; his alluring eyes reading nothing short of accomplished at the fact that you're all his. he’s sporting that signature smile he always did when he was extremely proud and passionate about what he’s speaking of. mingyu always knew exactly what to say to you to make you fall in love with him all over again.

his lips connect to yours in a gentle peck before continuing his confession to you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful. and I know you know that. but you question whether I’m real right? well I do the same thing. but I know it is. im going to marry you. i want to be with you for the rest of my life, y/n. and I’ll stop at nothing to prove that to you. i know you’ve had so many pieces of shit hurt you and I would beat them all up if I could. just know that I got you, boo.

you wrap your hands around his neck, getting even closer to him. “you got me, boo?”

“i do.” he sighs, connecting his forehead with yours in the same motion.

“you know I got you too, right?” you question, your mind repeating his words of him feeling like he was dreaming just as much as you do. how could he, the most beautiful man anybody would ever see in their lifetime, feel that way?

“i know you do. what we have, baby, it’s real. it’s the realest thing I’ve ever known.”

“i’m just so scared, because I know it’s real too. but what if one day things change? what if you don’t feel the same after awhile? someone better?”

mingyu practically burst out into laughter at your words, but he just as quick composes himself when he realizes you’re being genuine. you remove your brown eyes from his and began to look at the floor somberly.

“better than you? y/n, there’s nothing better. you’re it for me.” he takes your chin into his hands, forcing you to look at him. “look at me.” he instructs. “don’t be scared, my love.” mingyu’s lips began to kiss your right earlobe as he flips you over so that you’re on your back now. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but arch your back into him. you crave him in every way right now.

“i’ll show you how much I love you.” he manifests, his large hands beginning to fondle you in all the right places.

“you will?” your tone is a mix of teasing him as he loved to do to you, and pleading that he follows through with his word.

“i will. and when I’m making love to you, and tell you to repeat after me, you might wanna listen.” he begins to pepper kisses all over your chest, slowly but surely making his way down to his favorite place.

“give me my first affirmation, please.” you whimper.

“you’re mine.” he growls. “say it. say you’re mine. kim mingyu’s girl.”

“i’m yours, baby. i’m kim mingyu’s girl.” you say without thinking twice, your back arching once more.

it was going to be a long, but very needed afternoon for the two of you.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

bringing maisie/douglass back for the people because i miss them wtf

word count: 1.6k

tagging: @saturnwisteria @latibvles @blakelysco-pilot

-> meet me in the afterglow - james douglass x maisie flynn

The hum of chatter filled the cool night air as crowds filed from the officers' club to the mess hall, anxious to witness the promised race that had the flight crews running for their bikes. Maisie's elbow was linked with Nora's as they strolled side by side, their hair pinned up in almost identical sets of curls, as the navigator could never quite figure out how to do it herself.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," She confessed, shoulder bumping against Nora's.

"It's just a bit of fun," Nora shrugged, beginning to smirk. "I'm sure your bombardier will be fine."

"Oh, shut up," Maisie grumbled, her best friend letting out a laugh as her face turned a deep red, the dark obscuring her flush from view "That's not- It's not-"

"Isn't it?"

"No."

"Ah."

The light of the mess hall bathed them in a golden glow as they stepped inside, Maisie's embarrassment only amplified as her blush became abundantly visible. The chatter grew louder in here, echoing off the arched ceiling until it was almost as loud as the music had been back in the officers' club. She could see their crewmates dotted about the place; Yara and Sadie sharing a beer in the corner whilst Kit had her mouth up to Bucky's ear, fighting to be heard over the din. Dawn caught their eye, waving them over to where she'd found a good spot to watch the inevitable chaos.

Nora moved to join the others, but just as Maisie began to follow she heard a familiar voice.

"Flynn! Hey!" Douglass beamed, elbowing his way gently past a few racers as he approached her.

"I'll catch up!" She called to Nora, who shot her a knowing smirk as she disappeared into the crowds. "Hey!"

"Glad you're here - wanted you to see me win this thing," He declared, never quite able to wipe that boyish grin from his expression as long as he looked at her.

"You think you're gonna win?" She asked, fighting hard against the pink that threatened to dapple her cheeks. Douglass pulled a false frown, teasing her.

"What, you think I can't?"

"I didn't say that!" Maisie declared. "S'just… not much space to overtake in here, I s'pose."

"Alright, well. I'll put five bucks on it."

"Five dollars? No, that's silly."

He shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at his lip. "All you gotta do is say you think I'll win."

Her heel tapped against the polished floor as she gnawed at the inside of her lip, gaze wandering to the ceiling as she awkwardly considered what to say. "… Well I don't wanna lie-"

"Maisie Flynn!" Douglass cried, laughter cutting through his exasperation. "You are… somethin' else- y'know what? Five dollars. Done."

"Only if you wanna lose it," Maisie nodded, suddenly emboldened in a way that made his eyebrows shoot upwards. At his surprised expression, she let out a huff of laughter, turning her face away as she lost the war against the blush threatening to overtake her face.

"That's fightin' talk," He beamed, wagging a finger in her direction as he began to step away, joining the crowd of men assembling at the starting line. "I will be seeing you to collect my prize, Lieutenant."

"Cap'n."

The moment he was out of sight, she bowed her head, momentarily hiding her face in her palms as she let out a sigh of exasperated embarrassment.

As Maisie made her way towards where she'd spotted the others, she could hear someone yelling instructions to the racers across the hall as the men jostled for position, restless with anticipation. Nora and Dawn were both staring at her as she returned, sporting identical knowing smirks that indicated exactly what they'd been talking about whilst she was away.

"So? How'd it go?" Nora asked, a slight lilt of amusement in her tone as Maisie wedged herself into the narrow gap between the two women, their shoulders pressing together.

"Oh, I have no idea," Maisie confessed. "Can either of you spare a dollar? Not sure, but I think there's a chance I might need it."

"What, are gonna solicit the guy?" Dawn snorted, earning a smack across the shoulder.

"No! … He bet me five bucks that he'd win."

"Well he won't win, so don't worry 'bout it," She shrugged, thinking for a moment before letting out a gasp. "Wilco, I think you might'a hit one a good money-making scheme there. Target their insecurities."

"I- That was not the goal."

The two women on either side of her chuckled, attention drawn away as the race began. Maisie fought the urge to cover her ears as cheers erupted all around them, jeers and whoops of encouragement filling the space as the racers looped around the hall, fighting for traction against the polished floor as they pushed through the narrow gaps, careful not to collide with one another. She spotted Douglass amongst the huddle as they streaked past, veering into their second lap, and without thinking crossed her fingers. What she was hoping for she wasn't quite sure. She certainly didn't want to part with her money, but the idea of him returning with that stupid, proud grin of his was a rather charming prospect.

The men were coming round again, and just as the first few racers passed by she heard Nora let out a slight gasp. Before she could ask what the matter was, a great metal clatter sounded as one by one the men began to collapse in something of a domino topple, bicycles skidding into one another and sending them sprawling across the floor.

Douglass found himself tragically unable to avoid the chaos, his front wheel catching on another crashed bike as he ended up falling flat on his stomach right at Maisie's feet. Dawn let out a guffaw as Maisie pressed a hand tight over her own mouth to stop a surprised laugh from slipping out.

"Are you okay?" She asked, voice raised over the clamour

Douglass rolled over onto his shoulder, squinting up at her. "… You know, you look real pretty from down here."

Nora rolled her eyes so hard it was practically audible. "He's fine."

All at once the air raid siren rang out, cutting through the chatter and shouting like a knife, the entire room looking up in simultaneous alarm. "Alright, c'mon," Dawn muttered, tapping a hand on her shoulder as she slipped past, making her way to the door. Maisie held out her hands to him. For a moment, she thought he wouldn't take them - men always were odd about taking help in front of each other. But then Douglass' palms were pressed against hers, wrapping his fingers around soft skin as he pushed himself to his feet, a slight grunt escaping his throat.

"Thanks," He breathed.

Maisie nodded. "Yeah."

The siren wailed again, and something snapped, alerting them both to the fact they'd become stuck, staring motionless at one another. He was still holding her hands. They sprang apart as if bouncing off of one another - as if a jolt of electricity had shot through them, forcing them to recoil.

She let out something between a laugh and a snort, inwardly recoiling at the sound as she shoved her hands into her pockets "We should leave," She blurted, louder than intended, walking away before he had the chance to notice how red her face had turned.

He smiled.

"Ok, seriously though," Douglass began, jogging up behind her as she left the mess hall. "You really didn't think I could win?"

Maisie paused a moment, shrugging slightly. "I just thought… saying it might make good motivation."

"Son of a bitch," He exclaimed slowly, eyes widening as he stared at her. "You played me?"

"Well, that makes it sound bad."

"No, no. Smart."

She winced, tilting her head to the side. "… Hm."

"'Hm'? 'Hm', what?" Douglass pressed, eyes narrowing.

"You still owe me five dollars," Maisie pointed out sheepishly.

He scoffed. "You're gonna hold me to that? We didn't finish!"

"You didn't win! We never specified the terms on my side of the deal."

"Maisie Flynn, remind me to never double-cross you," He declared, laughing as their shoulders accidentally bumped together. "Too damn smart for me." Her gaze fell to the ground, chin tilted downwards so that he couldn't see the smile overtaking her expression.

The searchlights illuminated the sky above, the clouds a mottled tapestry of blues and oranges as planes flew by in the distance, so far away that their silhouettes looked scarcely bigger than birds roused from their nests. The sounds of muffled gunfire pulled Maisie's attention, face tilting up towards the moonlight. Colours danced across her cheeks, the tiniest specks of gold sparking in her eyes.

It was hard to remember there was any danger here when she looked so serene. So…

"What is it?" She asked softly, alerting Douglass to the fact he'd been caught in the act of staring.

"Oh- nothin'," He shook his head, turning away to look back up at the heavens.

Maisie's eye lingered on him a moment longer, lips pursing together in a shy smile, so slight as to be almost unnoticeable.

They watched the sky in contented silence, standing side-by-side, so close they were almost touching. Her hands folded awkwardly behind her back, blinking as a stray strand of hair caught on her eyelash in the night breeze.

"Psst." He whispered.

"What?"

There was a faint rustle of paper. Maisie glanced down. His hand was held out to her, a crumpled five-dollar bill in his palm. She smiled, snatching it from him.

"Thanks."

Douglass grinned.

"Good game, Flynn."

[chaosvelaryon]

[jaceluke]

[modern!au]

[smut, murder]

[words : 10637]

[song inspired — CARNIVAL BY ¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich the Kid, Playboi Carti —  Carousel by Melanie Martinez]

[ full oneshot available: Wattpad: @sxarletdevil

book name: LUCERYS VELARYON

ONESHOT NAME: twin flames ]

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Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery all walked through the carnival, cold air nipping at their pink cheeks. it was a rare occasion to see the Velaryon brothers out and about. Jace had just returned from a long trip in Pentos, while Lucerys ran the long awaited Targaryen and Velaryon business. his mother being CEO of Targaryen Corp and his father Laenor being CEO to Driftmark Enterprises had him busy. Now that Jacaerys was back the work load would be less. Joffery was only seven but pressure was already starting to build in the young boy. it was still undecided if Joffery would take Luke's place as future CEO of Velaryon Enterprises or if he would be moved to Strong Industries. there was no doubt between the brothers each would be a CEO for the rest of their lives.

their parents were on a business trip which it really wasn't. it was more of a visiting trip to their senile grandfather, Viserys. their mother, her wife and three husbands would be gone for the rest of the upcoming week. they took their many siblings trusting Jace and Luke can handle the little work things and care for Joffery. it wasn't the time they had been left alone with their younger brother but it would be the first with the three of them together. Jace kept stealing glances at his lovely brother beside him. the moonlight gave an ethereal shine to his soft, pale skin.

"wanna ride the carousel?" Luke asked joffery as they walked past the ride.

"no! I'm not a child luce." he quickly spoke as he went in line for a rollercoaster.

"aww, but I remember you loving the carousel," Jace teased as they got in line.

"yeah, when I was like four or three," Joffery replied.

"apologies my dear CEO," Luke gave a bow to the young boy hearing Jace laugh beside him. "tell me how you would like you coffee, black or with three creams and sugar?"

joffery rolled his eyes, "ha ha, you know I like my apple juice in the mornings."

the brothers rode rollercoasters, played games winning stuff animals, and eating deep fried Oreos. as they were leaving joffery stopped behind them. Jace and Luke turned to the small boy, confused.

joffery clutched his dragon stuff animal - that he named Tyraxes - his doe eyes looked shinny in the moonlight, "can we ride the carousel?"

Lucerys smiled softly at him before looking to Jacaerys, "of course." the carnival was pretty empty so no one was staring at the odd trio as Jace helped Joffery up on the horse and Luke still a child at heart got on the one beside him. Jace stood in the middle between them, leaning against Luke as the carousel went round and round. it got unspeakably hot between the elder brothers as the both kept stealing glances at one another.

Jace hoped Joffery wouldn't notice. the last thing he needed on his already full plate was his brother blabbing away about how his brothers look at each other with something more than kindness and fondness. on the way back home Luke sat in the front seat, Joffery was sound asleep in the back. soft music played through the speakers of the BMW. Lucerys looked over to Jace seeing he was solely focused on the road. his eyes carefully trailed down his clothing, expensive black trench coat he only wears if it's necessary, the white button up shirt underneath is no doubt Prada. his long curly, brown hair was pulled back in a man bun. his eyes go to his hand on the steering wheel, veiny and strong. the urge to reach and touch his other hand was too alluring. to feel the warmth of his blood and flesh against his soft putty hands. his felt his cheeks warm at the thoughts that fuled his fantasies. he quickly looked away before he noticed. no doubt he probably had already noticed.

when they finally arrived to the lovely mansion, Dragonstone. Lucerys unlocking the front door and picking up the toys that littered the front door. "ugh, egg and vis," he complained.

jacaerys just chuckled as he fixed his hold on his surprisingly heavy brother. "glass of wine?" Luke asked him softly as he was making his way up the stairs.

"wine sounds good," Jace answered.

Lucerys shrugged off his blue coat and hung it up on the hanger before heading into the living room. he continued kicking and pushing toys to the large toy box before turning on the furnace and settling wood in it. the warm fire illuminated the massive living room and heated up the cold house. Luke went to the wine room next door picking his favorite of Westrosi red wine. which conveniently was his mother's and grandmother's favorite. he grabbed two glasses and went back to the living room. Jacaerys had descended downstairs and was hanging his trench coat up.

yep, Prada.

Lucerys placed the glasses on the glass table and popped open the wine. Jace watched him carefully as he poured the red liquid into the cups. the bright red blouse he wore was perfectly shaped to his figure and gave a perfect sight of his breast underneath. the tight, black business pants gave business while the top half gave slutty. the gold eating gave a touch of elegancy and thr ring on his pinky with the Velaryon sigil. he had one exactly like his but his ring was a bit bigger and had the Targaryen sigil. the three dragons that once represented the family Targaryen power. at least that's the stories his mother would tell him. Luke handed him the glass of wine, he reached out and grabbed it letting his fingers touch his brothers. he noticed his brother staring at him before and he now noticed his cheeks flush bright red. Lucerys gave him a smile before sitting down with his own glass of wine. jacaerys watched him take off his Red Bottom heels and toss them to the side.

"those are expensive," Jace commented at his carelessness.

"I can always buy more," he replied bringing the red wine to his lips. the pair stayed quiet as they basked in the warmth of the roaring fire and heat of the red wine melting it's way in their veins.

Lucerys was the first to speak up, "did mother already tell you?"

"tell me what?" Jacaerys looked at him confused.

he scoffed as he sipped his wine, "of course she didn't. a marriage purposely has been made to Hightower Enterprises. more like they made it to us but, our lovely uncle Aemond Targaryen might be my new husband."

Jace tried to hide the complete disappointment and hatred written on his face but it was all there. it was bad enough Aemond was obsessed with Luke after their incident. "how soon?" he asked.

how much time do I have to save you from this shit wedding? don't tell me there's no time. I shouldn't had went on that stupid business trip. fuck. no I refuse to be second to him again.

"a week." Luke answered.

a fucking week. was our lovely mother ever going to tell me?

"how long have you known?" jacaerys asked as he leaned forward to his brother.

"three months," he answered, a pained expression painted in his blue eyes.

I have a week to ruin and save you. I know you don't want to get married. at least not to that psychopath.

"I have something for you," Jace put his glass down and stood up. Luke felt a tinge of disappointment from not getting a declaration of love or a future rescue from his brother. he didn't expect his brother to just ignore it. he drowned the rest of the red wine and poured another glass. Jacaerys finally came back and held his hand to Luke. Lucerys stood up his fingers gently caressing the necklace in his brothers hand. the metal steel felt familiar as if it was from a distance land. his fingers go over the red ruby in the center held by a disk-like steel.

"it's beautiful, Jace," he gushed as he continued to touch the jewelry. his brother snatched it back pulling him out of the trance, "turn around."

god, why do you look so fuckable? Aemond can't have you. so much innocence. so much perfectness.

the fire warmed the living room more as Luke swallowed thickly and turned around. the demand of Jace's cold voice made his body hum in a pleasureable response. his body shuddered as he felt Jace press against him from behind and his breathing gently caressing the back of his neck. he slightly gasped as the cold chain was placed around his neck and clasped onto him. he felt Jace press his hand to the little skin the blouse allowed to be revealed. his hot skin burned with the touch and more so when he felt his brother's lips gently kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. Jace feeling the soft skin of his brother beneath his lips made him drunker then the red wine he hated but knew how much his brother loved. he felt luke lean back to his warmth and ever so softly whimper at the feeling.

"we have a busy week ahead of us. we should get some sleep," Jace spoke up utterly ruining the moment between them.

Lucerys tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he grabbed his glass of wine, "of course."

Jace hated acting that way to him but it would work out in the end. he hoped.

MONDAY

jacaerys opened his eyes to a pitch black room. it was always like this and that's how he liked it. he didn't want to know if it was 8 a.m. or 3 p.m. the only reason he woke up is because of the music playing downstairs. even in the large mansion everything can be heard. he grabbed his phone and read the time.

7:30 a.m.

he frowned and got up from his bed slipping on his slippers and walking downstairs. he should've grabbed a shirt before leaving the room but he had already decended downstairs to the kitchen. he immediately recognized the song playing HUMBLE by Kendrick Lamar and the rappers Lucerys and Joffery. he leaned against the frame as joffery and Luke both still in pajamas made breakfast. joffery was in a spider man pajamas and Luke in a satin blue robe. he looked over at the table seeing Joffery's backpack and lunch packed.

"I'm sure their aren't other seven year olds listening to Kendrick Lamar at seven in the morning," jacaerys announced.

Lucerys turned to his brother and nearly stopped breathing. his cheeks flushed bright red as he turned away from the godly sight of his brother shirtless.

"joffery get dressed," Luke ushered him off.

the boy ran passed his brother and upstairs to dress. Luke flipped the French toast and poured a cup of coffee for Jace. Jace walked over to him and stood beside the stove.

"black. I assume," Lucerys smiled softly at him, handing the mug.

"you assume correctly," he replied.

Jacaerys watched Luke take the French toast and put more in the pan whilst flipping the sausage links. "what's on the agenda today?" he asked. his purple eyes went to necklace around his neck.

"I'm dropping joffery off at school and I have a meeting at Driftmark Enterprises with the Greyjoys. you have a meeting with the Martells," Luke told him.

Jace frowned, "Martells? I thought they hated us Targaryens."

"maybe they want a change or something. don't fuck it up, per moms request. I have to pick up our suits for Friday's gala. so you pick up Joffery up from soccer practice. what do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"gala Friday? that won't be for mentioning your wedding, will it?" jacaerys asked.

say no. say no. say no.

"it's not. that will be Saturday because the wedding will for short and sweet. like my life." he replied.

knew better / forever boy by Ariana grande started playing. Luke had turned off the stove and put the remaining dishes in the sink. jacaerys reached out, letting his hands slowly caress his hips and waist and turning him around. Luke's cheeks were flushed as he turned to face him. his nipples pebbled through the silk robe. "I have a week to ruin your wedding and I plan to make you mine. I'll win you over rightful so." he told him.

Luke softly giggled at him before Jace pushed his lips to him. Lucerys pulled away and jacaerys was confused. he thought Luke wanted this and clearly he read the room wrong. Lucerys noticed the confusion and laughed again, "I'll kiss you again after you brush your teeth."

Jace rolled his eyes pressed his head down onto lukes shoulder. "are you two done? I want my breakfast," Joffery announced.

"shit we're gonna be late. give Joffery some food I have to dress," Luke ran up the stairs to his room.

Jacaerys turned to grab a plate and fed his brother. "you think you can beat uncle Aemond for Luke's endless love?" joffery asked as Jace put a plate down in front of him and maple syrup.

"what makes you think I can't?" Jace asked him.

"I know Aemond is like not right in the head but Lucerys likes that. he likes the obsessiveness. I noticed it because he does it a lot when your around. he likes to be desired." joffery explained to his older brother.

Jacaerys narrowed his eyes at him, "stop reading fanfiction."

joffery laughed.

Lucerys ran down the stair putting on his YSL heels and grabbing his coat, "Joffery you done? we're late!"

joffery shoved the last bit of french toast and grabbed his stuff. "see you later Jace and don't forget to pick Joffery up after soccer practice!"

Luke and joffery were out the door leaving Jace to the music still playing in the kitchen. walk em like a dog by saucy Santana played. he laughed at himself before eating and getting dressed.

Luke's heels clicked on the marble floor as he entered the building High Tide and made his way to his office. hours passed and he wasn't even focused during the meeting. he played with his pen, the memory of Jace's lips on his echoing.

"Mr Velaryon?" Celine spoke to him.

he snapped out of his thoughts, "sorry I wasn't listening. repeat what you said Dalton."

"uh, well my company would like to settle in with you for investments into the Stepstones. we can very much use the channels there," he explained.

"no." he answered.

"no?" dalton repeated.

"did I studder?" Lucerys snapped at him.

"I don't understand. why not?" he asked.

"we found the Stepstones first and it was my grandfather, Corlys that wished it to stay Velaryon territory. so unfortunately for you and other companies I will not be opening to investing factors to those channels." Luke answered.

"you won't make money that way," dalton retorted.

"it's not always about making money, Mr. Greyjoy," Lucerys replied with a fakest of smiles he could conjure up.

his receptionist, Claire, knocked on his door and poked her head in, "apologies, Mr Velaryon you have a visitor."

Luke clenched his jaw as he closed his folder, "if any other questions call or send an email. don't waste my time next time."

he walked out the room and followed claire to his office. before he went in he held a finger up to her, perfectly manicured and with a gold ring wrapped around the digit, "interrupt another meeting and you're done. that's a second strike."

"it won't happen again sir," she gave a sharp nod before walking off. he opened his door finding his silver haired fiance in his chair with legs propped up on his desk.

"there's my lovely future wife," Aemond smiles at him.

"get your disgusting feet off my desk." he says as he walked past him and to the folders on the edge of the desk.

"oh, my love, is that a way to greet your husband," he says reaching for his hand but Luke had already moved spot.

"you're not my husband yet. what do you want aemond? I'm busy," Luke says still not paying him much attention.

"dinner. tonight." he says putting his feet on the ground and walking towards him.

"I can't. my mom's out on a trip and Jace and I are taking care of Joffery," Lucerys replied.

Aemond stopped his movements as soon as he heard Jace's name. "Jace is back?"

Luke looks up at him, seeing his violet eye was now darker than usual, "he knows of our proposal if that's what your wondering."

"just you, Jace, and Joffery in that big mansion, huh," he says, his fingers digging into the seat in front of him.

"listen, Aemond, thank you for visiting but I have other meetings and things to do." Luke tempted to usher him out.

"when can I stop by and visit?" he asked.

"Aemond for fuck sake I'll be seeing you this weekend for the public announcement and at the Gala Friday. please leave." Lucerys told him again. Aemond reached out and grabbed his hand pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. no more words were exchanged as he left leaving Luke to the silence of his office.

Lucerys slumped in his chair letting a sigh escape his tired body. it was late when he finally got home. he carried three suits over his shoulder as he opened the front door and the sound of pans clattering around echoed in the kitchen.

"I'm home!" he yelled as shut the door behind him.

"luce!" joffery ran in from the kitchen and smacked his body into his.

"oof! okay, okay, calm down I saw you this morning," Luke hugged him back. "here take these upstairs to my room."

joffery ran upstairs with the bag of suits while Luke walked into the kitchen. Jace held his arms out, he wore Laenor's apron which said kiss the cook, a cocky smile on his lips, "I made dinner!"

"please tell me everything is properly cooked and we won't get food poisoning," Luke raised an eyebrow at him as he went to warm pots filled with food.

"I'm not that much of an awful cook," Jace took much offense as Luke mixed the pasta sauce and tasted it.

a satisfied moan left his lips, that moan going straight to Jace's cock, "it's not bad."

"you wanna kiss the cook in real thanks?" Jace asked as he leaned in just a tad bit more to Luke.

"to boost your ego?" Lucerys asked with a toothy smile as he wrapped his arms around him. his heels giving him the perfect height to his brother.

"no, just because I want to kiss you," Jace replied.

Lucerys leaned in and took his brothers lips in his. he tangled his hands in between his curls giving them a slight tug. jace's hands gently rested on his waist before sliding down his ass and giving a gentle slap and squeeze.

"not in front of my food!" joffery screamed causing both of them to quickly pull apart.

Luke's cheeks flushed a deep red as Jace cleared his throat and went back to mixing his food. "your food will be just fine Joff. did you do your homework?"

"how can I after what I just witnessed?" he spoke dramatically.

"quit being such a drama queen," Luke told him as he made the boy sit down and started setting the plates. dinner went by quickly and joffery easily put out to bed.

Jace sat in the family office room running numbers while Lucerys looked over the blueprints for a proper warehouse in the Stepstones. Jacaerys stopped looking at the computer and was just staring at Luke. he admired the hell out of his brother. the way his fingers traced every little detail on blueprints, his pen circling whatever he didn't like or needed to moved, his blue eyes scanned the paper over and over again, he whispered to himself helping himself think, the way his brows were furrowed together to show he was truly concentrating. focus, ambition, and cunning were words to describe the man in front of him. even in black suit pants and white blouse. the necklace from yesterday still sat proudly on his neck.

"are you done or are you going to keep staring?" Luke asked not taking his eyes off the blueprint.

"I like the view," Jacaerys replied.

blue eyes snapped to his and clearly he wasn't in the mood. "I'm off to bed. don't stay up to late. I have an early meeting and you need to take Joffery to school."

"hey, how bout we go to dinner tomorrow? you, me, and Joff?" jacaerys asked as he watched his brother grab his heels off the floor.

"sure you want me to meet you at the restaurant?" Luke asked.

"nah, come home and we'll go together," Jace replied.

"okay, good night."

"good night."

[niquescircle]

“God is in the neighborhood!”

The miracles you encounter when God is in the neighborhood! This statement means that, God is blessing those who are close to home (YOU). The community is receiving the harvest of seeds that were planted. It is told that when you are in celebration while God is visiting, God is sure to knock on your door! Indicating that as you are in celebration for others and in total praise by the goodness of things around you, your energy is attracting your own goodness and blessings.

“You ready big fella?”

When the community win, we alllll win! Never too short of time will yours be arriving at your door.

From an astrological view: Jupiter is also in the sky right neoww with Sun being in Pisces! Jupiter is allllll about faith, beliefs, expansion, and miraculous blessings. Walking by faith and not by sight is the best way to be during this season while Jupiter is on the throne. Take a look and see where Pisces is in your chart to get a deeper detail of the themes of this season.

So we give thanks for our praising in advance. For our praises place us in alignment of our ire (blessings). It prepares us for the goodness that is arriving. May we continue to be in the spirit of gratitude as the goodness that is promised to us has been received!

-Korede 🦋

[wolf-chas3r]

double or nothing, friend | anventurine playlist

double or nothing - if you win your bet on red or black in roulette, you double your money. if you lose, you get nothing.

money made me do it // post malone, 2 chainz

expensive // ty dolla $ign, nicki minaj

7 rings // ariana grande

bae goals // megan thee stallion

boppin // ktlyn

high maintenance // saweetie

whats poppin // jack harlow

budget // megan thee stallion, latto

toes // dababy, lilbaby, moneybagg yo

started // iggy azalea

wiggle it // french montana, city girls

no budget // rich the kid, kid ink

lottery (renegade) // k camp

splashin // rich the kid

thru the night // jack harlow, bryson tiller

big lie // post malone

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0NfocY3gvxHxzw8Xl82JaR?si=V9bzhrJLTs-u5wgHykkg9w&pi=e-WSmXGb49RNqE

[dompler91]

now in a seperate post

motherfuckin hrt, too much for me livin in that NY "C"-tee, fuck the PD

fresh threads got a bra up in this shit, government they want me dead but i win this shit

trump he be rumblin but im not worryin bout him, i got that trust in kamala im gettin paid on that dolla

im fuckin confident, got enough for month's rent, gotta sprint stop the senate cuz they puttin all they opps on me

but it aint stoppin me, im free, all of these TERFs be droppin hate speech but it just

bounce off, nerf darts the way they aint stoppin me, found some cash, copping some-a that HRT

you see me slowly hop up from an A to a D, shiiit.

fags, straight up, fax, gay up, bags, stay up, wa-wags, my ta-il :3

trans rights we be pickin up the slack, nice stack got some cash drop it harder than that ass

they be like "bitch you want a bad back?" motherfucka I had a bad back but you know that

id rather have a thick rack and a bad back then just a fuckin bad back with some big nads mothafucka

im way mad, this some bullshit, they took 6 shots, how the fuck did they miss?

i swear to god ive have enough rawdogging this shit we gotta do some-thing to improve on this shit

cause they aint gon buckle and they aint gon bend still we show em that we strong then they prayin AMEN yea bitch

rise up fight the power, make these transphobes take a fuckin shower, then we take down trump towers

make railways; then slowly fix dat econumy; medicare throws in that HRT; and then for now thatd be enough for me, shiit

(ay we just tryna live man, dont be hatin us man, we could all just be fam, yuh?)

alright, keep yallselves safe