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“ oh, yeah. “ voice is laced with mock enthusiasm, of course. “ you got lucky today. and it’s not going to last much longer, so .. enjoy it before it’s gone. “
a low laugh, completely humourless. stepping closer, his gaze remaining. “ always underestimating me Tristan ” a slight pause tilting his head. “ but you keep acting like you are untouchable, i’ll prove you wrong real soon”
those words seem to make tristan 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌. abruptly, he turns, giving lochlan a pointed look. “ it’s not. “
“ how’s it feel that the championship is slipping away from you?” after the crash they had during the sprint race, he was in the mood to gloat a bit and try to provoke Tristan.
“ i know. “ mouth connects with the flesh of her neck, peppering hungry kisses all over —— making sure to leave a mark or two, just the way she liked. “ but that’s why you like me so much. “
her chest was heaving slightly when they pulled away , soft pink lips kiss — swollen and her eyes heavy lidded . she stared up at him , wild — eyed . she couldn’t ever escape it . he made her feel dizzy and desired and longing every time they locked eyes . “ you’re wicked , ” —
he scoffs, eyeing the other up. picking him apart. “ if only i viewed you as a worthy rival .. “ brows raise, and a tiny smirk tugs at the corners of tristan’s mouth. “ you don’t have it in you. “
sly smirk still present as he noticed the others reaction, a slight shirt of his shoulders. “ keep making mistakes like today and it will. i’m sure you’d love losing that championship to me”
/ new accs tmr .. swear to god .. if it’s the last thing i do
i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel i am all the things they might have said to you
/ i powered through with my playlist on shuffle and i feel heavenly
/ stop because i still need to do mine
“ i’m a big boy, ti. “ he cooed, bringing her hand up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. “ come on. “
the singer locked eyes with him for a long few beats , the air thrumming with a tension that neither of them could ever escape . before she did something stupid , like kissing her ex , she began to stride towards the house , tristan in tow . “ prepare yourself . my —
he hits the couch with a loud groan, immediately sprawling out to get comfortable. it’s doubtful that he’ll ever get up, really. “ just .. everything. everyone. “
she really shouldn't let him in . they hadn't spoken in so long and here he was , at her door step . with a sigh and an inner groan , she finally opened the door wider and carefully guided him inside so he wouldn't fall over . ↴
﹫𝒕𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 : i gotta see that for myself
⠀⠀ ⠀@ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 : thanks, they’re even nicer up close.
bottom lip juts out in a childlike pout, and his eyes, big and glossy, blink up at valentino, mimicking a stray dog. “ and .. you —— you mean that ? “
dark eyes twitch with movement as they jump across each slight shift of tristan's face . catching that slight lip quiver before the words fully even registered . “ I am everything because of you . ” head shakes to try an dispel any inner
a hand extends to gently clutch her wrist, pulling her towards him. “ we’ll get you cleaned up. “
squinting her eyes looking at him before swimming towards the stairs to get out. “ this custom designer, tristin”
“ some people would commit crimes to have this view, v. appreciate what you have. “ he teases, disappearing into the bathroom with a dress shirt and a pair of pants.
“ at least put a shirt on because I don’t want to see my best friend coming out of the shower with only a towel. “ she snorted, lowering her hand and moved to the edge of his bed. venus was all dressed and ready to go, she figured she could use some company for tonight.
he turns his face to the side, spitting blood. quite the nasty brawl they’d gotten into. “ do you ever shut up ﹖ “
“ why don’t you go away if you are not here for me, tristan ? ” his knuckles hurts so bad as he tries to flex his wrist—– not even looking at him and sniffing his goddamn blood.
all he can do is chuckle, pleasantly amused. “ you’ll be fine. “
“ fuck, tristan, my hair ! ”, she mumbles as she reaches the surface, glaring at him and grabbing his hand.
💬 : oh, you get to come whenever you want 💬 : i got you vip
📲@goIdenboy 💬 what time do i gotta be there sunday ? wanna make sure i get front row !
“ yeah —— “ two fingers press a little too firmly, and he hisses. “ i’ll be fine. “
tiana knew better than to fuss over him , but she couldn’t help but approach , gently taking the fabric from him so she could examine the bruising more closely . “ are you sure nothin’ is broken ? ”
shakespeare could never be me
you look better behind the wheels than attempting to live up to shakespeare.