#kingprix

" YOU WERE PRETTY AMAZING OUT THERE. "

SHE TWISTS HER GOLDEN ESCLAVA BRACELET ON HER WRIST WHILE ROCKING BACK AND FORTH GENTLY ON HER FEET. " I DON'T KNOW IF YOU REMEMBER ME BUT I'M ANNETTE. WE USED TO PLAY TOGETHER WHEN WE WERE KIDS. "

A DAINTY VOICE PERKS UP IN A SMILE, " MY DADDY IS THE ONE WHO USED TO DRIVE US TO THE HAMPTONS AND WE'D GO TO JOHN'S DRIVE-IN IN MONTAUK AND SMASH HIS FACE IN WITH THE CONES. "

i  ran.  i'm  not  entirely  proud  of  it,  but  i  did.  the  threat  of  confronting  feelings  i'd  forcibly  stuffed  deeper  ˙⅋  deeper  down  into  myself  ──  feelings  i'd  𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖫𝖸  begun  to  acknowledge  ──  had  made  my  mind  up  for  me  before  it  ever  became  a  question.  end  of  season  simply  handed  me  the  excuse  i  was  looking  for  ──  nobody  thought  twice  about  the  distance  i  put  between  myself  ˙⅋  mcqueen  racing  when  the  conversation  surrounded  going  back  to  𝖭𝖤𝖶  𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖭𝖲.  going  back  to   𝖬𝖸  𝖥𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖸.  it  was  easy.  𝖨𝖳  𝖠𝖫𝖬𝖮𝖲𝖳  𝖬𝖠𝖣𝖤  𝖬𝖤  𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫  𝖡𝖠𝖣.

that  was  two  days  ago.  forty  eight  hours  pretending  i  could  𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖸  𝖠𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣  of  it.  then  my  phone  vibrated  ˙⅋  the  inevitable  caught  up.

›   @kingprix    ,    𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦.          i  miss  you.  i  hate  that  i  do.

𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪.  fuck,  fuck,  fuck,  fuck,  fuck.  instinctively,  my  phone  goes  flying  across  the  couch  as  if  distancing  myself  from  it  𝖯𝖧𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸   would  somehow  change  the  words  on  the  screen.  it  doesn't.  i  spent  what  felt  like  𝖠𝖭  𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖳𝖸  looking  for  an  option  that  didn't  exist.  because  realistically  𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳  𝖶𝖤𝖱𝖤  𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸  𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤  ?  i  could  ignore  him.  except,  eventually,  𝖧𝖤'𝖣  𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫.  ˙⅋   then  i'd  be  back  here.  up  a  creek  without  a  paddle.

𝖨  𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣  𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖫𝖤𝖢𝖳.  or  i  could  lie.  come  up  with  some  𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖫𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖳  𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖮𝖭  why  we  𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣𝖭'𝖳   ──  something  technically  true,  but  not  something  either  of  us  would  believe.  teeth  catch  the  edge  of  my  thumb  nail,  biting  at  it  until  it  snapped.  𝖢𝖮𝖮𝖫.  with  a  groan,  i  leaned  over  ˙⅋  fished  my  phone  out  from  between  the  couch  cushions  where  it'd  disappeared.

›    𝖫 𝖬𝖢𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖭    ,    𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦.          ok.  we  can't. ›    𝖫 𝖬𝖢𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖭    ,    𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦.          𝖨    can't  have  this  conversation  thru  text  from  countries  away,  landon.

˙⅋   then,  before  i  could  i  could  talk  myself  down  from  the  impulsivity  coursing  through  my  veins,  i  followed  with  :

›    𝖫 𝖬𝖢𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖭    ,    𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦.          but ... i  miss  you  too.  i  don't  really    𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤  𝖨𝖳    though.

▒ * ⅋. 🏁 MCQUEEN, LANDON ⁽ @kingprix ₎ , prompt status: accepting. SUGGESTIVE (if you squint).

LOCATION: * ⅋. OCTOBER, 2022. AUSTIN, TEXAS.

❝ god, you really are insufferable. you know that? ❞ oh, how his arrogance enraged her. how the very words that lulled so easily from his mouth made her blood boil beneath her skin — flushed pink upon the surface of sucked - in cheeks, as teeth had to physically bite down on the surface of her tongue: to prevent the sharp sting of a further retort from being able to escape ... it had nothing to do with the fact that he was right, or how every muscle in her body had been engraved with the memory of the night before. nor did it have anything to do with the fact that she had genuinely enjoyed the time that they had spent together — in spite of the ever - present tension that seemed to loom between them ... but the events from last night were categorically in the past: and anything that had existed between them would inevitably be left behind in this very hotel room. it was better that way. less complicated. at least, it should have been.

⁽ ¹ ⁾   FIRST MEETING PROMPTS.

INT.   MCQUEEN PADDOCK :   A FEW WRONG TURNS OFTEN LEADS TO QUESTIONABLE PLACES   —   EARLY MORNINGS BEFORE THE CROWD RUSHES IN SEEMS TO BE THE OPTIMAL TIME TO SNEAK IN. 

▒ * ⅋. 🏁 MCQUEEN, LANDON ⁽ @kingprix ₎ , prompt status: accepting. NSFW WARNING.

LOCATION: * ⅋. NOVEMBER, 2023. LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.

﹙ IMESSAGE 🜲 FINAL BOSS ﹚ NO WAY ? WAIT. IS THIS YOU ACCEPTING, THEN ? IS THAT WHAT I'M GETTING FROM THIS ?

marlana piastri ...    ▇▇▇             this  was  the  first  time  she'd  been  alone  ,  in  a  more  private  place  with  him.  tension  felt.  how  they'd  been  tip  toeing  around  things.  the  teasing.  the  glances.  brushing  of  hands.  so  it  was  no  surprise  that  the  moment  the  two  of  them  were  the  last  two  in  the  elevator  ,  he  pressed  her  petite  frame,  against  the  wall.  pressing  himself  into  her  frame.  lips  capturing  –  claiming  her's.  the  blonde's  eyes  closed  before  a  moan  slipped  against  the  mercedes's  driver's.  fuck  ,  this  was  so  much  better  than  she  ever  dreamt  of.  how  she  often  stayed  up  late,  wondering  how  his  kiss  felt.  how  he  felt  against  her.  nothing  her  mind  played  came  as  close  to  how  truly  good  and  perfect  this  moment  was. 

▒ * ⅋. 🏁 MCQUEEN, LANDON ⁽ @kingprix ₎ , prompt status: accepting.

❝ i could say the same thing about you ... ❞ she could. and most likely, she already has. after all, the enigma that was landon mcqueen almost served as a goldmine of content for her podcast — with every layer that had been peeled back only succeeding to reveal another: and she could not help but to wonder exactly how many there were, before she could inevitably reach what he was adamant to protect deep within his core. but she also wasn't patient enough to let each of them unfurl at their own pace ... so getting under his skin seemed like an entirely better option. something that she seemed to have been able to do from the get - go ... while simultaneously the same fate of having him being able to do it right back.