#ft. tristan

[heath-morgan]

@tristanzaire

location: tristan’s place

after arriving from st. moritz, heath dropped anaïs off at her house before heading straight to queens, drawn to tristan’s place on a whim. parking a few blocks away, he opted to walk the rest of the way, the familiar streets tinged with an eerie sense of absence. when heath arrived at the gate, he leaned casually against it and pressed the intercom “i’m here, prick” he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as tristan’s voice crackled through the speaker.

the warmth of the room did little to soften the weariness etched into heath’s features as he sank into one of the chairs. he made a half hearted effort to appear composed, but the fatigue of a nine hour flight clung to him like a second skin “sorry for droppin’ in like this. got a meetin’ with petros - i’m done playin’ guessin’ games. but first…” he continued, his gaze sharp as it locked onto tristan “i gotta know if nythin’ went down while i was gone. if there’s somethin’ ya ain’t tellin’ me, now’s the time to spit it out”

[lucie-newman]

@cagenewman @brooksienewman @masenewman @tristanjames

[teagan-monroe]

closed starter for @tristanxmonroe

Teagan hated paperwork. Mostly she hated sitting still, which is why she'd ended up in a job where she worked out of her car, and spend most of the day either driving or walking. Yet this today she'd had to stop by the warden's office on the edge of town, finishing off a couple of reports. That was, until she heard a familiar voice, glancing up to see Tristan skirting around the other couple of desks to get to her. "Hey." She greeted, a little confused at seeing her brother, though it wasn't unwelcome. "What are you doing here?"

[elizabethxmonroe]

Merry Christmas big bro @tristanxmonroe! Thank you for always being that guiding light and person I can always turn to. And always being an amazing older brother.

I got you:

A portable charger/flashlight for work

A leather tray catch-all

A watch box that charges your phone too

A customized throat blanket with Aiden and Dylan's names and birth flower on it

A couch arm caddy

A portable grill

Love always,

Ellie ❤️

[paintedgxld]

brows perk in interest at tristan's words, grin remaining as he nods. "hit me with it," cash leans against the bar, ready and willing for whatever tris has in mind. he was here for a good time, after all. and that meant win or lose. though, he could admit he was fairly good at these types of games. what with all the practice they'd had over the years.

tristan snatches up his drink and, once the customary little cheer is given, he downs it in a quick gulp. the burn is something warm, comforting, and familiar. it carries the promise of forgetting and a night of total irresponsibility. "it's much needed," he agrees with a nod and a grin, eyes scanning the room. "but let's make this interesting, yeah? i have some games i've been sitting on, but when you lose you need to be able to pay up. you in? they're guaranteed to get you in the right headspace to hit up the club next."

[gwalch-mei]

i think the next arthurian adaptation we need is a nature documentary abt the questing beast, narrated by palamedes

[sweetapparitions]

LOCATION : bar bathroom FOR : @xnocturnalsx ( tristan )

atop the counter , pia leaned back on her knees , the wad of damp toilet paper she'd been dabbing at his face with clutched in her fist , stained a light red . it was hard to tell where it was coming from , but she could already see a bruise forming near his eye , purple where her ex's fist came in contact with his skin . " i can't tell if this is your blood or his , " she whispered , another wave of guilt washing over her . the effort of cleaning him up seemed pointless here , only tap water and two ply to wipe the blood from his face , but she wasn't going to risk walking home and running into her estranged boyfriend again — even though he clearly got the brunt of the injuries — so they would be here until their uber arrived . " tristan , i am . . . i'm so sorry . " she didn't know the man would show up , didn't know he would try to start something in front of everyone . but if she hadn't been there , or she had just ignored him tonight , this never would have happened . they'd almost gotten kicked out , and now her favorite person in the world was hurt . because of her . what if he had worse wounds she couldn't see ? a broken rib , a concussion , internal bleeding . the thought made the alcohol sitting in her stomach churn , her eyes watering with fresh tears . " i should have never let this happen . i should have just . . . gone outside with him . " that was what he'd wanted , to talk , but she had been too stubborn , too nervous . and look at what had happened . " i am so sorry . "

[cfdreamcrs]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 | 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 & 𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

emmeline was many things - messy, untimely, chaos was what her nan would have called it, but the last thing she would have ever been called was proper. yet here she was dressed in a way that made her skin crawl -- and it wasn't because the trousers and the tucked in blouse were there own form of punishment, no the desk duty she had been recently rewarded was enough suffocation to last a lifetime.

she had been callous with her mistake and what she couldn't stomach, and the reason she had taken her punishment quietly was that it not only almost cost her life, but almost another' --

her self-loathing was at a standstill at the sight of him. the whiplash its own form of reckoning, her neck hadn't needed to suffer for her to know in her bones that tristan mckinnon was in her midst. for the first time that week, she felt a ripple of quiet joy and what she would only allow herself to call nostalgia, as much as he had tried to deny it - she had become his favourite nuisance over the years, or that's the only delusion she would allow herself.

"tristan, tristan, tristan --" she nearly sung as she stopped right before him, "if i didn't know any better, i would say that you were avoiding me" brows raised with the fragment of indignation she could muster, she would rather hide behind a hundred jokes than admit that she felt the most alive with him.

[heath-morgan]

fifty five. that number used to feel impossibly distant, something reserved for other men. heath never imagined he’d make it that far, and the nasty accident in 2008 came close to writing his final chapter. and yet, there he was. he didn’t feel the weight of it most days, age only existed when someone held it up to the light. time warped around memories too, it was always easy to forget how young tristan still was "96…reckon that’s the year i secured my fourth title in a row, two more came after that" and two more years later before he stepped away for good. to heath, the stats had never mattered as much as the fire - it was always about the drive, the machine, and the promise he made every time he stepped into the cockpit. but that passion, well, it didn’t burn the same anymore

the man still deliver high results, no question about that. but indy didn’t stir anything in him. it felt like obligation layered over muscle memory, like running laps in a dream you can’t wake up from "i just want the damn thin over with, ya know? i’m bone tired" he admitted, almost embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. the long months of training, the travel, the scrutiny, it wore on him. he missed home: his people, his daughter and the smell of his woman’s perfume lingering in the sheets. that was what grounded him now, not the thrill of a checkered flag

"ya comin’ sunday?" he asked, eyes locked on tristan. of course he wanted him there, he was family and it meant something. but heath wasn’t naive, he knew tristan was the glue holding everything together in nyc, even with two other underbosses at his side "she will be here too" he added. his anaïs, he meant. there was also that

"Oh, yeah," Tristan nods. "It's totally different, obviously. I knew that." As he was growning up, the world of racing felt like an entirely different universe neither he nor any of his friends had access to. The only sports Tristan knew something about, were the kind he could have hijacked his way into — basketball hoops tied to a wire fence, or makeshift soccer goals in some abandoned corner of the Bronx. Even now, he can't remember if he's watched more than a few minutes of highlight clips, which he understood almost nothing of.

Tristan shrugs, leaning against the side of the car. "Crazy to think I wasn't even born when you started. Win anything in '96?"

[heath-morgan]

closed starter: heath + tristan / @tristanzaire

heath stood there like a man being punished, swirling overpriced wine that tasted like regret and the lies of rich people, his hazel eyes locked on the concert - the painting, too pristine and too conveniently "found" hanging beneath cold, white lights. he knew jack shit about brushstrokes or vermeer, except that the painting was probably stolen, probably fake, and definitely boring. art collectors milled around in silk and smugness, whispering in the kind of hush reserved for cathedrals and cocaine deals. he quickly spotted tristan, not taking long to make his way towards the other, stopping just short of shoulder to shoulder "that's faker than a set of silicone twins at a damn dive bar, ain't it?" he said, loud enough to draw a glance from someone nearby "it better be, i mean, you'd think after the last time they'd learn their lesson" he then sipped his wine, pulling a face "this crap tastes like drywall. fitting, honestly"

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @mcrshmcllow )

Valentina rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck. "Please," she drawled, shifting her weight with the grace of someone born to command attention, even in a claustrophobic metal box. "If I wanted a picture of you, I'd Google 'men who peak in high school' and save myself the migraine." They crossed their arms, arching a perfectly sculpted brow. "But sure, keep flirting. It's cute how you mistake mild disdain for interest."

[newslink7com]

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[ofhermits]

setting : outside, near the makeshift bar status : closed for @dcviilish

❝ don't look now, ❞ kiri starts, returning from the bar with tris' drink of choice and whatever nonalcoholic drink she could find for herself. ❝ or do. might be funny. but we've been here maybe five minutes and jackson whittle has been staring at you the whole time. ❞ she tilts her head microscopically in the direction of their former schoolmate turned grocery store cashier, then raises a brow at her roommate turned party companion ( at least until the inevitable moment they mutually flit apart ) that asks if they're kicking that guys' ass or not.

[starlingisms]

continued from here for @loverbcys !

"That's a shame because your grandfather was well-liked around here," Tristan pointed out, recalling some fond memories with the man before his passing. It had been a devastating loss to the community. "Did you? I think I remember you back then." Admittedly, Tristan might have kept Yin in mind over the years but had never expected him to move here. "The good thing about this place is that we're far from the city. Consider it a fresh start." He held up his beer to Yin, clinking glasses before taking a sip. "If you ever feel overwhelmed around here from planting all those turnips on your farm, know that you've got at least one friend in town."

[jawbrkrs]

how much longer could they do this ? ultimatums only served to fan the flames , causing the rise and fall of her chest to become more pronounced with each breathe . the nerve of him , making demands when this whole fiasco could have been avoided from the start . she was a strong willed woman , that was a given but when it came to the man before her , her knees were weaker than ever . green eyes dared him , striving to maintain her composure, but his final words were enough to almost coax a whimper from the depths of her throat. " fuck you . " she hisses, barely audible, aware she was unable to emit the words she truly wanted to say . " fuck you . " her arm extends to shove his chest, but instead, her fist clenches into the fabric of his shirt , drawing him closer , fusing their bodies into one. his scent engulfs her like a bitter aftertaste . " get out . " she whispers , but the contact of her skin against his tells a different tale , pleading for him to do the exact opposite .

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knew it was going to be impossible to steer them out of this rough patch but talks of leaving and ending the relationship was enough to have male spiral , almost a need to prove himself to them before it was too late . ' tell me you want nothing to do with me , ' says flat out , speaking through gritted teeth as he rises to his feet , taking a couple steps to land in front of them , ' tell me you don't wanna kiss me , tell me - ' continues approaching with the utmost conviction and semi - aggression , mostly amounts of lust and harbored feelings now seeping out , ' tell me you don't want me to bend you over right now . say it and i'll go . '

[missautumn]

closed starter for;; @ofginjxints

Neither Camila nor Tristan were good at socializing, it was not so much that she didn't like people but it was rather a comfort matter; too many people in a small space made her nervous even if they were friends, the only bright side was that Tristan was with her and they gave each other courage to go through the birthday barbecue, hugging now and then, squeezing his hand... his presence in her life was soothing and filled her with a confidence she lacked before him.

Still, by the time they said their goodbyes to the party and the door was closed behind them, Camila looked at Tristan and smiled through a long sigh. "That was fun I was starting to get antsy." She chuckled. "I need like,a whole weekend cuddling to recover from that." She joked. "Or... or... going to the beach." The weather wasn't nice enough yet but there was something about cold days at the beach.