˜”*°•. ❝ Do you want me for the fame or is this actually real ? ❞
One-liner for @diemauer
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@brokenegoed sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰?
˜”*°• . Break everything inside this room . This was all he wanted , this was all he needed . Shout at her , lash out - her words nothing but adding gasoline to the fire . A fire that’d grown uncontrollable . ❝ When the hell did I lie to you, Daisy ? ❞ Question echoed abrupt , hostile . He’d done nothing to her - he hadn’t gone around sleeping with whoever looked in his direction , he hadn’t thrown a year relationship the moment someone smiled at him . And he could have done it - oh the opportunities here and there , endless . All these girls desperately seeking autographs and selfies and attention . But well, he guessed that some people just couldn’t show respect . How long after they’d broken up had she started sleeping around ? And she didn’t seem to care at all .
❝ By the way who are you seeing now ? James ? Jack ? Anyone new ? I mean I ‘ve kind of lost count . ❞ But oh he knew exactly what the key name was ; Christian . The guy he could so easily strangle with his bare hands - and yet, the guy he could not blame exclusively . Not without blaming her first .
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˜”*°•. Madness was such a small word to describe the mess slowly pulling him in . To face charges something that should’ve never happened - what were his sponsors doing, anyway ? They’d never let a single consequence come his way , and yet suddenly he was to face inspection ? The threat of losing his license ? It’d been insane already that he’d been forbidden from participating in the fourth race of the season till the law situation was fixed . Racing was racing and racing came with accidents , crashes , violence. It was nothing new , nothing tragical , nothing the extraordinary . And yet, there he was ; sitting opposite his now lawyer, his desire to break everything inside the room only growing stronger and stronger at every given second.
❝ Just keep in mind I am paying you really good money . ❞ He pointed out - tone demanding , a warning lurking underneath . If the case was lost , he’d be destroyed . His career would crumble , his father would kill him , it’d be all over . The public was by his side , perhaps, reputation helpful among the media indeed , yet what about the jury ? He couldn't exactly smile at them and earn their mercy. ❝ I want nothing less than a victory . ❞ He stated - eyes meeting hers . ❝ am I clear ? ❞
Plotted/Surprise Starter: @fclieadeuxx
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˜”*°•. There was no greater stage than the parties of the elite . The most expensive of champagne lying in the most expensive of glasses . The most pretentious of smiles creeping into the most hypocritical of faces . And it kept on going ; cheers , compliments , coaxing , all followed by eyerolls in the dark . He’d grown up surrounded by the theatrics . Used them when talking to the reporters after every race ; and they adored him . His popularity only growing at every passing season - or well , it would have if his team hadn’t decided to be a bunch of failures during that last race . Their slowness wasting him valuable time, and his limited options forcing him into taking reckless decisions . But well , fourth place, wasn’t it ? He still couldn’t believe he’d missed such chance . A fourth place and a barely functional lamborghini replacing the glory he could have grabbed.
He took another glass of champagne from the table , gaze inspecting the place , the people . Most of them he’d never seen in his entire life - but well , relationships were important , weren’t they now ? It was then that he noticed a familiar face - the girl one he’d encountered just once because of his father’s job . And so , he approached , a second glass of champagne taken in his hand . ❝ Finally , an interesting face. ❞ He said with a smile , glass offered to her . ❝ Didn’t know you’d be here . ❞
Plotted Starter @myhiraeth
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@tophatz sent: 𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔰?
˜”*°•. Inane . Such question felt inane , when the world was abounded with much irrationality already . Untalented little humans walking around like they owned the world by virtue of their birth , only to lie onto the ground with their car flipped over and their pride shattered into pieces . So , no . He didn’t believe in aliens or whatever ; he believed in the alien-like absence of braincells , though - especially in a workplace like his . Question was left hanging in the air just for a short moment - gaze scanning the other with an arrogance , a disdain . ❝ With such stellar examples of intelligence on Earth , I’d say extraterrestrials are down here with us . ❞ Answer that was simply sarcastic , though - he had enough going on on this planet to even care about pondering others .
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˜”*°•. He couldn’t believe this was happening . It’d been one bad season . The fault hardly lying in his hands . His team had been slow , losing him valuable time and consequently the third place , too . The losing streak growing bigger and bigger race after race . They couldn’t keep going this way . And he knew it , oh he knew exactly how much was at steak . And yet , instead of his father realizing that it was his team failing to deliver , it’d been him to face the consequences . Forced into taking over that mundane job instead of attending the high elite party with all the racers . A party, where the reporters would have once again loved him . A party, where his influence would’ve once again shown . Head shook frustratingly at the thought . The car parked a little bit too roughly outside the bar, club or whatever this shithole was .
Locking the door behind him , he walked in . The scent of alcohol only growing stronger - he didn’t even want to know what kind of deal his father had made with these people, yet whatever it was , he could safely assume money possessed the main role in this . And so , he took a look around searching for the woman matching the description given . The music was loud , glances falling on him every once in a while, yet he ignored them . Target found . And so , with a charming smile painting his lips, he moved towards the other . ❝Ms. Hart, I presume ? ❞
Muse Roulette : @malumxsubest
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˜”*°•. It was the same story over and over again . The dinners , the champagne , the facades and the smiles . A pretentious sweetness that would hide the bitterness lurking underneath . The most unconvincing of masks , still somehow delivering the most perfect of performances . For wasn’t this what their circle loved to do ? Play pretend . Be perfect, be flawless, be charming, while stabbing each other deep in the chest . And so , when the Blakes walked in , he approached , hand offered in the most genial of gestures after his father .
❝ A pleasure you came . ❞ He said smiling . His father said something about having to talk in private with mr. Blake and suggested that the two of them sat in the living room till dinner was ready . And while for a brief second , he gave his father a rather intense look, he eventually agreed - it was already bad enough he’d missed the racing party because of this , he couldn’t be seriously expecting him to be the babysitter too . And yet, his father ignored the look entirely, walked away instead, leaving the two of them alone . ❝ Apparently we are spending the afternoon together . ❞
Plotted Starter @hvbris
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@brokenegoed sent: 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰?
˜”*°•. Lives that should’ve never tangled - his father's world, a stark contrast to his own. Or so he hoped . He was surrounded by speed , by cameras , by fans . His father on the other hand , sat in an office giving orders , mending and breaking connections , affairs . Money made in the darkness of the underground, the mafia grounds , - yet money that’d earned him a place in the best schools, on the racing track , on the stairs of fame.
It was mostly in meetings and parties that his presence played a role . The company, the finance , none but his father’s issue to care for . Yet , where people stood , Nicholas Capa was to be shown off , speak on his behalf , be his accessory , his puppy - as if he didn’t have his own ordeals to face . He still couldn’t believe it that he’d agreed to do it - that despite the race party awaiting for him he’d finally fallen for his father’s invitation warning . Always the same story, the same tango ; you either prove yourself or the convenient leniency of the racing council could stop being so lenient. Stop ignoring how rules got cheated - oh well , so bold coming from a man barely leaving his office in years , barely caring for anything but numbers.
And yet , he’d done it . As much as he’d hated the idea, as much as he couldn’t understand why it should be him representing his father, he’d agreed to arrange the meeting . A ten-minute conversation, that was all it’d been meant to be, after all . A meeting with that Julian boy, a few others as well . A meeting tensive perhaps and yet - wasn’t it always this way ? Oh it definitely was . So , when they decided to take a five-minute break after barely succeeding in not killing each other, well he hadn’t been surprised . What had surprised him was the question of the girl , though - the girl that hadn’t decided to walk out as well .
❝ You mean your brother fighting like a preschooler or all of us wasting our time in this room ? Because I am wondering the same two things too.❞
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@brokenegoed sent: [ lingering ]
˜”*°•. It was another elite party, the one they’d found themselves in . Aristocrats drinking the most expensive champagne , eating the most luxurious of food . And yet , it was still boring . Especially when there were doubtlessly much better ways he could be spending his time . And so , after many and many glances that he gave Daisy , it was very soon that he beckoned her to follow him outside , the chill night air alluring . Serene . Hand slid from her cheek to the nape of her neck , pulling her closer . Lips and body pressing against her own , closeness never enough . He let his hand travel downwards to her lower back . Every moment that passed only making him crave more .
❝You know , you’re much more interesting than them . ❞ He whispered against her lips before he kissed her again .
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@headstrongblake sent: 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱? 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱.
˜”*°•. Disbelief . It was disbelief dressed with plenty of amusement that crept into his face . The other’s words never once failing to impress him - for wasn’t it interesting ? How the world never dared to utter a single word against him, yet Octavia seized every opportunity to challenge him ? How he could be breaking the rules , cheating and never facing a consequence , while she wouldn’t let a single word of his slide ? ❝ Don’t worry , we’ll find you the best hearing doctor . ❞ Came the retort similarly sarcastic . But well , as much as he’d rather ignore her, he knew he couldn’t . It was a mess they’d found themselves in, and whether they liked it or not, cooperation was the only available option . ❝ But please , go ahead if you are so clever . You have a better idea ? ❞
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@headstrongblake sent: 🔪
˜”*°•. Corner of the lips curved upwards - smirk amused , provocative too . Gaze fleetingly grazing the blade at his throat . ❝ Will you do it ? ❞ An eyebrow was firmly arched , digits brought around her wrist , making sure to keep the knife at distance . He didn’t know her - didn’t know her well enough to tell for sure just how far she’d go . And yet , resisting the temptation to provoke ? Well , he’d been the one practically spying on her the past few days . He guessed he was already a step closer to winning . She wouldn’t do it - he doubted she’d do it, when there were still that many questions filling the air . And maybe this was the thought keeping the arrogance stuck on his face .
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@hatigave sent: i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right.
˜”*°•. An eyeroll was everything offered upon the other’s remark . But then , the crumpled front of the car was an undeniable sight - a proof of the other’s frustrating rightness . Maybe the brake bias had been wrongly set indeed , maybe the new adjustments had been made a bit too recklessly. Speed in exchange of balance - the stiffer suspension setup allowing more aggressive driving , however the oversteer? The disobedient brakes ? Unforgiving . He’d ran the track a thousand times already . Missing the turn so bad to have the car lose control , smash ? It was already a difficult vehicle to turn . However , this time it’d been almost undrivable . ❝ It’s the Red Bull track we are talking about . It consists of how many ? Six turns ? ❞ If these were taken correctly, then the advantage of the straight part could be the winning condition . But would a car with this kind of settings actually survive those six turns ? ❝ Don’t you think it could make it ? ❞ For considering how terribly had the last season gone , messing this one up as well wouldn't be appreciated .
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@diemauer sent: Let's see just how impressive you really are.
˜”*°•. Door of co-driver opened for the woman to get in. ❝ You doubt me ? ❞ He asked - smirk painting lips upon the other’s words . It’d turned out being entertaining, after all ; what’d looked like an ordinary one-time conversation at first, now developing into something much more daily . So , yes . When the bet about his driving skills got into question , he’d instantly agreed to have her inside for a round or two . After all , wasn’t he supposed to be one of the best ?
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@brokenegoed sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲?
˜”*°•. He’d really just hoped she’d have fallen asleep by now . It was three in the morning , she had class the other day and nothing to be keeping her awake . Except for the fact they’d been supposed to have dinner together and well, spend the night at her place too . He opened the drawer barely standing on his feet - there had to be iodine somewhere. Only that seconds before he could actually take it, a voice caught his attention .
❝ It’s nothing . Go to sleep . ❞ Only that it was obviously not nothing . He didn’t even want to know how many bruises he had at the moment. He sure as hell felt the metal smell of blood inside his nose , and he could swear there was something very wrong with his hand , however talking about it, was something that he just couldn’t do at the moment .
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@brokenegoed sent: That's bullshit.
˜”*°•. It was an eyeroll that he offered in return . Couldn't she just let it go? Focus on something other than the texts or the phone call.. People talked all the time , and if she couldn’t handle her own jealousy , well this was evidently not his problem . ❝ Okay . Call it whatever you want . But she is my cousin whether you like it or not. ❞ Words echoed slightly more abrupt than initially intended . ❝ Why were you even scrolling through my phone ? Or is this something we are not going to talk about ? ❞
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@headstrongblake sent: [ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch
˜”*°•. What was the world if not a big stage ? The audience always yearning for more . More fancy little objects , more food , more entertainment , more drama . And even in his world , one behind a wheel and in the track , the audience craved smiles and arguments and tension . It was another big stage - one of speed, one of cars , yet one meant to serve the thirsty eyes like everywhere else . He’d been good at it . He’d been loved by the cameras , always had the attention . Even when the rules would be broken , even when he’d push a car or two , penalties trivial . For wasn’t it what everyone wanted ? Eyes watching , fans growing obsessed, paying. Till the season began to get from bad to worse , though and the pressure had become insufferable.
Bad places . It’d been for a while now that the bad ranking would follow him like the plague . Fourth place managed once , but between that sixth place and the car turning into a wreck after the crash , his sponsors had begun to grow concerned . They couldn’t afford more losses . Couldn’t lose any more money . Which was perhaps why in that moment of despair , right before the final lap , he’d gone for that choice . Pushing the front car just a tiny little bit - just enough to get it off its way . And it’d worked - only that it’d worked too much . The other car flying and hitting against the nearby wall , shattering into thousands of pieces . And then his own car turning upside down more times than he could possibly count . He’d been fine, though - well, as fine as he could be while the other one …
It'd caught him by surprise . The other’s touch . For a second his eyes fixed on her , as if her mere presence was a threat . ❝ What is it ? ❞ Words that’d come rather abruptly - as if the fault was hers . But well, it wasn’t .
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