𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ʙʀɪᴀɴ ɢ ━━━━━━ ˗ˋˏ ❝ 𝖠 𝗏𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈ñ𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈? 𝖸 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂̆𝗈, 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈❞ ˎˊ Inaugurado por mí y mis lectoras como mejor fanfic de Brian 🧚🏼‍♀️ 🥇#ʙʀɪᴀɴɢᴜᴛɪᴇʀʀᴇᴢ

Maybe I was always going to be just as addicted to him as he was to me. "It's just," I paused, "you have a whole floor of hoes to make you happy," which he did, he was a complete ladies man and the more famous he became the worse it got. "I already have what makes me happy," he said, pulling my body closer to his. "I want you to move back in, I don't like this single thing that you're doing." "Here your drunk ass go," I teased, pressing my hand lightly on his chest to keep some distance. "I hope you know that those hoes want to fuck me up because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself." I teased, "those hoes are the reason on why we're not together." "I'm serious I got you, baby," he smiled clutching my body closer to his. "They just mad because you the main. They don't matter when it comes to you," he said giving my neck a few kisses with his temping lips. #1 aubreydrakegraham 7/21 #1 famous 3/22

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'𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.'

𝖫𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗍， 𝖺 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒， 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅， 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌． 𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒， 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿．𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖪𝖺𝗒 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍？ 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍！

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘦.

❝Who are we to fight the alchemy? ❞ They met first when they were too young to know what it meant. Both already carrying futures that felt too heavy for their age. Luna Hart grew into a champion. Oscar Piastri learned how to drive at the edge of everything. Years later, they find each other again in the margins of their lives, between matches and race weekends, where history lingers and nothing feels finished. This is a story bout timing that never quite works, love that refuses to stay quiet, and two people who know how to win everything except each other. Until they don't.

The tension between the two women had finally begun to boil over. The water between the two of them was always boiling, but now the contents were spewing and cascading over the sides of the pot. Putting two strong minded women, with strong opinions on what they wanted, how they wanted it, when and where they wanted it in the same room could go good or bad and in this case it was getting darker and darker. This time being the links they shared with the same man. "If I wanted that style I would of asked for it, but thank you for your efforts! They don't go unnoticed." Rihanna said with grin. She turned and lifted her shoulder as to wave Tae off. Tae bit her bottom lip and silently counted to five doing her best to not pull whatever hair piece Rihanna had attached to her head and drag her down the hall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath slowly, released it, and walked around the front of the table, she placed the image of the style Rihanna had originally shunned off back in front of her then pushed the others images she was looking at off to the side. "My efforts never go unnoticed here. Thank You. But this is the style we're going with. You're more than welcome to not participate, you wasn't our first choice to begin with." Tae said with the same matching grin Rihanna gave her just minutes ago. "Is that supposed to bother me? Was that supposed to be an insult?" Rihanna asked pressing her palms to the table and leaning in closer to Tae's face. Both women sat quietly, mentally trying to back the other into a corner. Tae's already slanted eyes seemed to completely close, while Rihanna's green eyes grew deeper in color. Tae smiled again and stood up straight, she smoothed the front of her flawless white shirt down and picked up the sample photos Rihanna had been looking at. "Not at all." Tae said with a smile. "Just remember, there's always someone bigger, badder, and better than you... and that's in... all aspects of life."

Bad Bunny ( act / one ) . [ ON HOLD ]