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essenceofelegance · 4 months ago

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A Year || LN4

summary: A year can really change someone in a lot of ways.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

notes: THIS IS MY FIRST SMAU SO LMK WHAT YOU THINK! also english is literally my third language and this isn't proof read/ grammar checked so mistakes are bound to appear :(

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Summer 2023

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user1 DJ LANDO!!

user2 y/n feeding us dj land content. she's the real queen here

user3 I thought y/n said she didn't like to go clubbing

�� user4 maybe she's just there to be with lando

user5 bro did anyone see that video on TikTok? y/n looked so uncomfortable I feel so bad for her

➥ user6 RIGHT?

➥ user7 she's such a good girlfriend, if I were her, I would've just left lando at the club by himself lolol

user8 salivating bc Dj landooo

user9 BARK BARK BARK

➥ user10 y/n looking at this be like...

user11 does anyone know what club theyre at?!! I'm in ibiza I wanna meet them!!

➥ user12 bro leave them alone

➥ user13 @/user12 I don't see a problem 🤷

You never liked clubbing.

After all, you were only here because of Lando.

The music was too loud, people were pushing up against you, you never really liked to drink because you had a really low alcohol tolerance, you could make an entire list of why a club was not your go-to hang out.

"Lan," you yelled, trying to speak over the music, "Yeah?" He said, taking one side of his DJ headphones off so he could speak to you.

"Can we go back?" You asked. There was nothing you wanted more than to go back to the comfort of your hotel room with your boyfriend.

"It's only midnight." Lando said, "Why would you wanna go back? Are you not having fun?" Land asks you, but you could tell he wasn't really focused on you. You could see it in his eyes.

"I don't wanna stay any longer, clubbing isn't really my thing." You said, a hint of pleading in your tone.

"Soon, baby, okay?" Lando said, not even giving you a chance to protest before turning back to his DJ set.

You sighed in defeat, before retreating to a quieter corner of the club.

It was going to be a long night, like any other you've spent in a club, with Lando.

Summer 2024

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user1 both of them are so pretty its not fair

user2 no DJ Lando content?!

user3 Not even following y/n because she's lando's girlfriend, im following her bc she's Y/N

user4 that jawline

user5 why do they keep going back to Ibiza

➥ user6 litt, like, why can't they go literally ANYWHERE ELSE

user7 OMGOMGMG I WAS tHERE AND I SAW LANDO GO UP TO Y/N FROM BEHIND AND LITERALLY PULLED HER INTO HIM BY THE WAIST AHHHHHHHHHH

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user10 dj lando...?

You were about to head to the bar to get another drink, seeing as Lando wouldn't want to leave anytime soon, and your best friend was probably hooking up with some hot Spanish guy, when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, the familiar scent of Lando's cologne surrounding you, along with the smell of alcohol.

Lando nuzzled his head into your neck, mumbling something quietly, so quiet you couldn't hear him over the club music.

"What is it?" You said, raising your voice slightly, so he could hear you over the loud buzzing of the club music.

"Nothing." He mumbled, "Missed you, is all."

A small smile unwittingly showed up on your face, "Im gonna go get a drink. Go party."

But, Lando shook his head, "Can we go back to the hotel? I wanna cuddle." He said into your neck, instinctively pulling you closer.

You were shocked, to say the least. A year ago, he wouldn't leave the club no matter how hard you tried to convince him. He was a party animal, but now, he was asking if you wanted to leave.

You checked the time on your phone, it was barely midnight, Lando never left anything before midnight, let alone a club.

"Why, are you feeling sick?" You asked him, turning around to face him.

His arms wrapped themselves back around your waist, "What?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "No." He said, "just wanna cuddle with you."

"That's new." You commented as you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I always wanna cuddle." Lando said.

"Yeah, but not at the extent of leaving the club early." You said.

"Can we please go?" He mumbled again, looking at you like a puppy.

You nodded after a few seconds, "Never liked clubbing that much anyway, I only come to be with you."

As Lando and you and Lando were heading towards the exit of the club, you bumped into Max (Fewtrell). "Leaving so soon?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah," Lando nodded, "Going back to the hotel to cuddle with my girl." He said, raising you hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"You've really changed him," Max joked, "Lando being the first to leave? Never in a billion years."

You laughed, "Believe me, I don't believe it either."

"Can we go?" Lando all but whined.

You laughed again, "Okay, okay, lets go."

You waved goodbye to Max and led Lando out the club, and when Max saw his best friend look at you like you were the one who hung the stars in the sky, he knew you'd changed him for the better. And that his best mate was well and truly, in love.

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golden-cherry · 2 months ago

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deal - cl16 (45/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Let's get this party started - part two.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, slight jealousy

Word Count: 3.6k

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A/N: happy two-chapter-week! I miss F1 already and I'm in denial that we have to wait so long. feedback is appreciated!

You have never seen so many buttons in your life.

Levers, switches, buttons and knobs, all of which certainly have different meanings, but as you stand next to Martin on the stage, you can't imagine what each one of them is for.

The DJ taps you on the shoulder and takes one earcup of his headphones off his ears before pointing to the DJ booth. “When I give you the sign, press this one, okay?”

You pull the headphones down before looking a little confused from him to the button in question. ”This one?”

Without hesitation, Martin grabs your hand and guides it to the button you are about to press. Unlike Charles's skin on yours, his feels somehow wrong. You suppress the urge to pull your hand away.

You gently place your finger on the button and wait for his signal. Through the DJ booth, you feel the vibration of the music in your body, the bass in your bones, and as you look out over the crowd, you see your friends in front of you on the dance floor. Kika smiles at you and holds out her cocktail glass as if to toast with you.

When you look at Charles, you see that his eyes are fixed on Martin. Without blinking, he looks at him before noticing your gaze and smiling at you briefly and coldly before leaving the group and disappearing towards the bar. Pierre looks up at you briefly before following his buddy.

“Are you ready?” Martin smiles at you, and when you put your headphones back on, you give him a thumbs up. He counts down the seconds with his fingers before pointing at you, and when you press the button in front of you, the bass drops and the crowd cheers. Hidden cannons shoot confetti into the air, silver and black paper shreds fly through the room and stick to the sweaty bodies of the party guests, while Martin – with your help – gets the party pumped up.

With pure talent and impressive precision, Martin pushes levers up and down, turns volume controls and boosts the bass so that you can literally feel the music vibrating in your bones.

And it feels fantastic.

With your headphones on and your cocktail glass in hand, you dance next to him on the podium, enjoying the music and the atmosphere, but when you open your eyes, you can't help but scan the room for Charles.

There are a lot of people at the bar and you think you see Pierre's head somewhere in between, but when you think you feel Charles's gaze on you and meet his eyes, the feeling disappears again. You stretch and yank, but the only thing you can see are dancing and laughing people having the time of their lives.

Someone nudges you from the side and when you turn around, Kika and Elena are standing next to you. The Portuguese woman grabs your headphones before putting them on and then sticks her thumb up – even though she's definitely too drunk to notice a difference.

You lean a little towards Elena. “How much has she had to drink?” you grin, nodding at your best friend, who is now staring at the DJ booth with as much concentration as possible, repeatedly reaching out to press one of the buttons, but Martin keeps slapping her hand lightly to stop her from ruining his gig.

“Since you came up here – two cocktails and a shot, I think,” Elena replies, looking past you towards Kika. ”I told Pierre to get her a glass of water from the bar. But I don't know if he'll actually do it.”

You purse your lips. “I think Lando would knock the glass of water out of his hand.” Confused, you look around. “Where is he, anyway?”

Elena shrugs. “He wanted to make a quick phone call or something. He just got a call and immediately disappeared outside. He even left his glass behind,” she explains and puts Lando's drink down next to Martin's desk before taking a pull on her own straw, earning a dirty look from the DJ. Apparently, he's afraid that Lando's glass will tip over and break his expensive equipment. “Apparently, it was very important. Anyway, he jumped up as if he'd been stung by a tarantula.”

You try to hide your curiosity, but the alcohol in your blood thwarts your plans. “Do you know who called?” you ask her loudly enough for her but not for anyone else to hear.

“I just glanced at the screen when it was on the table and then it lit up,” she replies, taking another sip of her drink. ”I think it was one of his Formula 1 buddies. But I couldn't see it clearly.”

You are about to say something when Kika throws her arms around your neck and almost spills her cocktail on your beautiful dress. One of her arms is around your shoulders and pulls you so close to her that you can feel her warm breath on your skin. You gently kiss her on the temple. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

The young woman nods and grins at you. “Are you having fun?” she asks, leaning against you so that you have to support her.

“I am,” you reply and reach for her glass to take it from her. You take a sip of her cocktail. ‘Do you want some water?’ you ask her, but Kika shakes her head vehemently. You have to laugh. ”Water isn't poisonous. And I don't think a glass would hurt you.”

“Boooooooo,” Kika utters, trying to take her glass back, but you successfully keep it out of her reach. ”All right. One glass of water. But only because otherwise I'll get in trouble with Pierre tomorrow when I complain about a heavy hangover.”

You nod and lovingly hand her over to Elena, who smiles at you. “I'll take care of her. She won't destroy Martin's setup.‘ She glances at the DJ before turning back to you. "I think he'd kill us all if we poured Piña Colada over his mixer.”

You glance past her. Martin seems completely absorbed and focused on his music. When he glances in your direction, he smiles at you and points to his desk, as if to ask you to join him again. But you shake your head slightly and raise your hand to your mouth, thumb and pinkie extended. Then you leave the podium.

Although the club is not too big and the distance from your friends to the bar is not too far, you feel like the few steps are taking forever. With your shoulders hunched, you push through the crowd, squeezing between sweaty, dancing people, until the crowd thins out and you can take a deep breath. You quickly run your fingers through your hair, which is stuck to the back of your neck, and then approach the bar.

“Four glasses of water, please,” you order from the attractive bartender, drumming your fingers on the marble slab in front of you until someone leans against your left side.

“I hope one of the glasses is for Kika,” Pierre smiles at you and takes two of the glasses from the bartender. ”Sometimes she forgets that she's human and will have a bad hangover if she doesn't drink water from time to time.”

You nod gratefully at the woman behind the bar and reach for the water too. “Then it's a good thing that two of the glasses are for your girlfriend then,” you reply. You look around. “Where is Charles? I thought you went to the bar together.”

The Frenchman nods. “We did. After we both had two shots, he wanted to go out for a bit of fresh air. Take a deep breath and all that,” he explains. As you are about to take a step forward, he raises his arm to gently hold you back.

You look at him, confused. “Are you okay?”

“He likes you,” Pierre says. When you look at him confused, he smiles at you and gently puts an arm around your shoulders, careful not to spill the water on your dress. "I've never seen Charles so happy. And never so... open?" He leans his head against yours briefly.

A little unsure, you smile at him. “What exactly do you mean?”

Pierre purses his lips. 'With Annika, he was so stiff and somehow the relationship never seemed real, although I think he really liked her. And from the outside, everything always seemed perfect. They always had perfect photos for Instagram, totally staged, and if you knew Charles personally, you knew that something was wrong. And in the end, it was.”

While the two of you make your way back through the crowd to your friends, you can't help but continue to investigate. “How – well – did you like her? Annika, I mean?”

Pierre pushes you past two girls who are jumping up and down wildly. ”I guess you mean before she cheated on Charles?”

“Um – yes.”

Kika's boyfriend shakes his head. “I just had a bad feeling about her. Until they broke up, nothing ever happened that would have justified that lousy feeling. She was always friendly and easy to talk to. But – well. It seems my feeling wasn't wrong.”

You smile at him. “Apparently you have a good sense of people. Charles is lucky to have someone like you by his side.”

“That's for sure,“ he grins. ”But I think he still likes you best by his side. Anyway, you can see how happy he is since you've been with him. And he's genuinely happy. Not that fake, put-on happiness.” He lets you go ahead as you both climb the stairs to the platform.

Once at the top, you wait for him. ”Do you think so?”

“Anyone who sees it differently is either stupid or blind. The whole time we were getting the pizza and he was looking for a dress for you, he couldn't stop talking about you. If I didn't like you both so much, I would have told him to shut up,” Pierre laughs.

“Who should shut up?” Kika and Elena join you. The Portuguese woman leans with her whole body against her boyfriend, who holds the water glass to her lips so that she can drink from it. She empties it within seconds.

“Nobody should shut up,” you reply and take a sip of water as well, passing one to Elena, who accepts it with a smile.

Pierre rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. "I just told her that Charles can't stop talking about her and that it would be annoying if the two weren't our friends,’ he explains, kissing his girlfriend on the temple.

“That's not annoying,” Kika grins before looking at you. However, her words are directed at Pierre. ‘If only they would talk to each other as much as they talk to us about each other, then we wouldn't be the only couple in this group of friends.”

With wide-open eyes, you stare at her in outrage. ’Kika!”

“I'm sorry!” she apologizes, but she definitely doesn't mean it. She breaks away from the Frenchman and gives you a big hug. ‘I just want what's best for you. And I'm sure that Charles is what's best for you. And if you need time to find each other, then that's that,’ she smiles at you and kisses you on the cheek. “And when the time comes, I'll pop the champagne corks and be the flower girl at your wedding.”

You laugh and throw your head back. Even if you tried, you could never stay mad at Kika for long. “Flower girl? I thought you'd be my maid of honor, no?”

She grins at you like a little kid who has just been given permission to raid a candy store. “That's even better!” She throws herself completely into your arms, almost making you drop your water glass. “I'll be the best maid of honor ever! This is going to be so cool!”

“Cherié, I think you're forgetting that she's not even engaged yet, let alone in a committed relationship,” Pierre reminds the pretty Portuguese woman. "It's going to be a while before she actually gets married.”

She turns her head to her boyfriend with a nasty look. ’And even if it takes a thousand years – I'll. be. the. maid. of. honor.”

You look at her pursing your lips. “I hope it doesn't actually take a thousand years for me to get married.”

“Should I tell Charles to hurry up with the proposal?” Pierre grins, and you give him the middle finger, grinning.

“What should I hurry with?” As you turn around, Charles is standing in front of you. In his hands, he is holding a tray with a few shot glasses filled with red or green liquid. All heads turn to him, but no one says anything. The Monegasque raises his eyebrows. "What should I hurry with?", he repeats, visibly confused.

“With the drinks!” Elena breaks the silence of the group and walks smiling to him to free him from the tray. Without spilling a single glass, she takes it out of his hand and walks around it so that everyone can take one. When she stops in front of Kika and you, she grins and pushes her water glass into your best friend's hand. ”This drink is especially for you.”

Kika sniffs at the glass with shining eyes. “What is it?”

“Skinny Bitch. Vodka with soda,” explains Elena, holding out the tray so you can take a shot glass of it. She leans forward a little towards you and out of the corner of your eye you can see Kika looking suspiciously at the drink in her hand. “Just without the vodka.”

Martin, who was just standing at the DJ booth, rejoins you and stands next to you, one arm around your shoulders, and grabs one of the small glasses as well. You don't need to look in Charles' direction to know that his gaze darkens a shade. “Have any of you seen Lando? He was about to go to the DJ booth too.”

“I'm here!” The young guy from Britain is jogging up the steps to the podium and stops next to Charles. His cheeks are red and the shirt, which was just tucked into his trousers, is now hanging off his shoulders with another two buttons undone. ‘Have I missed something?’ He looks briefly from Charles to you and Martin before running his hand through his curly hair. “All right, party poopers.” He also takes a glass from Elena's tray. ”Let's get this party started!”

After the group has downed their shots – and Kika, her not-so-skinny-bitch – Martin pulls you back to the DJ booth with Lando in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see your roommate clenching his jaw as Pierre grabs him by the shoulder and starts a conversation with him.

“Are you okay?” Lando asks you as you take your seats next to Martin. He grabs the abandoned headphones and hands one to you.

You put it on your head. “Um – yes, I think so.” You suppress the urge to turn back to the rest of your group of friends. “Where were you?” you counter with a question of your own to change the subject.

Your friend can't suppress the smile that creeps across his face. “I was just on the phone,” he replies, avoiding eye contact with you, but the tips of his ears turn red – and it's definitely not because of the alcohol or the warmth in the club.

You bite your lip. “On the phone? With whom?”

“Not important.” He takes a deep breath before looking at you. "And what about you? Have you danced with Charles yet?" You open your mouth to answer, but no sound comes out. The Brit has to laugh. “The man buys you a beautiful dress in which you look incredibly stunning, and he puts on a complementary shirt so that you both show up here in matching outfits – yes, I noticed – and then you don't dance with each other? Do I have to force you to do that or –”

“I can't dance with him if I'm constantly being pulled away by my friends to either get drinks at the bar or to press buttons that I don't even know what they do.” You raise an eyebrow and nod in the direction of Martin, who is absorbed in the music again.

“Shall I show you which button does what?“ your buddy asks you, but you shake your head.

“I'm fine. I think I'm more of a listener than a composer,” you smile, leaning against Lando as he puts his arm around your shoulder.

“You seem to be pushing Charles' buttons, that's for sure. He keeps staring at you like he wants to either eat you up right away or take you home.” His eyes flicker past your face towards Charles, but somehow you don't dare to follow his gaze.

“Lando...”

“You know I'm right. Even if you're afraid of it,” he smiles at you and nudges you in the side. ‘Why are you hesitating? It's obvious that you both want each other.”

You shrug your shoulders and look at your shoes. ’He's my best friend. And I don't want to lose him.”

“Do you really think you would lose him if you told him how you feel?”

“To be honest – I don't want to risk it,” you admit. ”He's the most important person in my life. And if friendship – or whatever it is between us – is all I get from him, then that's it. I've already come to terms with that.”

He purses his lips. “That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.” He leans his head against yours, but pulls it away immediately when Charles joins you. “Speak of the devil,” he says just for you to hear, and steps closer to Martin to give you some privacy.

Charles stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist. His cheeks are red and warm and a few brown strands of hair are stuck to his forehead. Beautiful. “Hi.”

You smile at him. ”Hi back.”

“Are you okay? I feel like I've barely seen you since we entered the club.” He gently pulls you closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder. ”I missed you.”

His words make your heart beat faster. “I'm sorry about that,” you reply. “I was just dragged along and had to play DJ even though I have no idea how to.”

Your roommate smiles at you. “We haven't even danced together.” His other hand also rests on your hip, positioning himself behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder and you feel his breath on your skin. “You're only here with Martin all the time.”

You giggle slightly as his beard brushes your neck. ”Are you jealous?”

He presses a fleeting kiss on the hollow between your neck and shoulder. “Me, jealous? Never.”

Just as you want to remind him that he was recently jealous of the friendship between you and Lando and even admitted it under purple skies, Lando waves you both over to him. Hesitantly, you separate from each other and join them, but like magnets you find each other again; Charles' chest against your back and his hand on your hip.

“Do you have a song request?” Lando asks, pointing to the mixing desk. ‘Martin's letting me use it and I thought I might be able to do you both a favor,’ he grins, and when his eyes flicker over to you, you would like to pour Kika's not-so-skinny-bitch into his face.

You're about to shake your head when Charles breaks away from you to express his wish to Lando. His hand remains on your hip as Martin makes room for Lando and moves to your other side.

He smiles at you and then points from you to Charles. “You two seem to get along very well.” You nod in agreement. “But you're not together.”

You shake your head. “Like Charles already said – we are best friends,” you repeat the words of the Monegasque, who suddenly turns his head jerkily in your direction.

The warm smile has suddenly vanished from his face and he looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes, which you can't place. His hand on your hip tightens a little.

“Well, I wanted to ask you if you...“ the DJ begins his sentence, but before he can finish it, Charles pulls you back to him.

“I think we're going home now,” your roommate announces and says goodbye to his friends without further ado. However, he doesn't give a reasonable reason.

Lando looks at you both with confusion, but his expression quickly changes to a grin when he realizes why Charles wants to go home. “Have a safe trip home.” He puts on his headphones and changes the song to Charles' request.

Your roommate pulls you towards the exit so quickly that you just barely have time to wish Kika, Pierre and Elena a pleasant evening – thanks to the water, Kika is on her way to a headache-free morning – before Charles grabs you and pushes you forward like a man possessed.

“Charles, what?”

“Best friend,” he repeats your words with a murmur. ”I'll show you what a best friend I can be.”

It's only when you reach the exit that you notice that Talking Body by Tove Lo is playing.

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princessbrunette · 10 months ago

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shittysoundcloudrapper!jj was persuasive and he knew it. it took barely any convincing anyway, his pretty best friend was just so whipped for him.

“look all i’m sayin’ is all this could be yours.” he fans the money out, staring you down with the ghost of a smirk as you lounge on his bed. you push your mouth into the corner, considering his offer as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. it’s not that you didn’t trust jj, you did — you’d just never been so exposed before. his friends would hear this song, strangers would hear this song — you almost couldn’t believe he was asking to record your moans as a backing track for his beat. as you think, your smile grows — the blonde creeping towards you until he’s stood right infront of you, looming over your curled seating position.

“c’mon mama, you smell that?” he caresses your face with the wad of money, running it over your cheek and beneath your nose. “yeah. that’s that paper. hard earned benjys. you wanna help me out, don’t you? know you do.” he cooes and you’re hypnotised, nodding your head with fluttering lashes. it’s times like this he was glad to have you under his thumb.

it’s later on in the evening that things are ready to commence. perhaps when you’d agreed to help jj out, he wasn’t quite clear on the task at hand. yes, he wanted your moans for his backing track — but he didn’t want you stood infront of a mic, awkwardly recreating a scene from pornhub premiums. no, he was after the real deal. authenticity. method acting, so he called it.

“‘cus like, i’on know what’s worse. a chick faking an orgasm when you’re fucking her, or faking it just for the sake of your music. nah, i think… we’re close enough to make the real thing happen. like — for artistic expression… purposes.” he explains as he sets up his little mic, pulling a pair of headphones over his ears to check the sound. “check, check.” he drawls into the mic before nodding in approval.

“so how are we gonna…” you furrow your eyebrows, always having been on the more innocent side of the sex spectrum. before you even get to attempt to verbalise your confusion, the blonde lifts his head — responding like it was no biggie.

“oh, i can totally go down on you. ‘f’thats cool.” his tongue darts out to swipe at the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen. “really you just gotta lay there n’hold the mic. easy as shit.” he shrugs, finally sitting down and looking at you expectedly as you gawk.

“wait, really?” you giggle. you’d thought about it many times, jj maybank between your legs — but now it was all too real, and you didn’t know it would be happening so out of the blue, practically a business proposition. he’s in your space again, cupping your cheek in that way that was far too familiar to just be friendly.

“look — babe, you don’t gotta worry about things being weird, alright? i’m a munch, like actually — aaaand, are you tellin’ me right now, you would say no to a little head? i mean if you don’t want me to eat it you can always y’know, DIY—” he gestures a circular rubbing motion with his middle and ring fingers, alluding to getting yourself off instead. “little dj action. just need the moans to be real. m’going all out director mode here.” somehow, the thought of touching yourself infront of jj was more humiliating — so you shake your head, sucking on your lip in thought.

“no, you can do it.” you whisper and he grins.

“yeah? atta girl. what a team player.” your best friend praises before kissing you quickly on the mouth. something he always did, platonically — but now made your heart speed up a ridiculous amount.

as you lay back shakily on the bed, you think back on the lyrics scrawled in messy handwriting in the notebook he’d leave lying around — the contents pointing to him really being about that eating pussy life. something like ‘sucking all on her clit like it’s my lifeline — she asked to return the favour, already got mine’ underlined in red biro.

it’s a blur after he hits record, kissing on your thighs making you giggle and rubbing you until there’s a wet spot through the cotton of your panties. you know he’s smiling, because you can feel the upwards curve of his mouth when he starts kissing you through the fabric. you’re pleasing him just from letting out the sweetest whimpers, challenging himself to get you to moan louder for the sake of his song.

it’s not long before he’s got you bare from the waist down, legs fanned wide open with his arms round your thighs. by this point, he has to remind himself not to talk as to not disrupt the recording — and you’re doing him proud, not even having to try to release the most breathy, beautiful sounds that he knew would be perfect on the track.

you get pouty as soon as the whole things over, deciding your best friend was a total sicko. he’d gotten all kissy on you, wet lips smushed against yours, his eyes all hazy from arousal as he makes you taste yourself, murmuring about how you did such a good job for him before wandering off shamelessly to the bathroom to jack off. you get shy, still oozing your release onto his grey-blue bed sheets thinking back on the way you begged him to talk you through it. he was focused on his producing, but he couldn’t resist on whispering “there y’go pretty mama. lemme hear it, good girl.” whilst you cream on his mean fingers.

no one seems to think it’s a big deal but you, his friends john b and pope often lazing around his place smoking weed and playing on the playstation, totally unresponsive to jj sat sprawled on the couch with his laptop on his lap, chopping and editing away on some shitty producer plugin — your moans occasionally playing around the room as he clicks away, tongue between his lips in concentration, backwards cap snug over messy blonde strands.

the boys chime in with an occasional comment. “sounds dope, man.” pope hums out brainlessly as he stares at the tv, thumbing aggressively at the console joystick, the brunette beside him quick to agree.

“no yeah, sounds good.” he agrees, eyes even darting towards where you’re curled on the couch painting your toenails, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

when he drops the song, he promotes it everywhere — and whilst you asked for no credits for your… addition, it seems to go without saying that you’re the girl on the song, no one else even in question as wherever jj goes you’re seen hanging off his arm. his friends might not make a big deal, but you notice the stares when you go out.

rafe cameron has the audacity to corner you at the juice bar, wearing a smirk that just told you that he knew. “yeah uh, love your friends little song.” he stares you down, egging on a reaction. “been playin’ it on a loop for some reason.”

you avoid his eyes. “yeah, it’s pretty good.” you shy away, but he blocks your path.

“mm, for sure, yeah but uh, you— you know i could have sworn i recognised the… female voice in the back. got any idea who that might be or…?” his smirk only grows, licking his lips as he looms over you.

“nope…” the doe eyes give you away.

“huh, ‘cos it kinda sounds like a pretty girl i know.”

you run and tell jj, all sniffly and regretful — knowing that snitching on rafe to jj is only going to cause problems. his reaction is less defensive and aggressive than you imagined, instead leading you through to his bedroom by the waist.

“look, bae — people are gonna talk, alright? doesn’t mean shit. sure as hell don’t care about what rafe thinks.” he sits you down, standing above you as he curls a hand under your chin affectionately. “but hey, if the money wasn’t enough— think i can make it worth your while. y’wanna lay down for me, sweets? no mic this time. jus’ me and that pretty pussy.”

#this is so choppy and weird i hate it #shittysoundcloudrapper!jj #jj maybank prompt #divider by yeossemble

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alotofpockets · 20 days ago

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You called | Jessie Fleming x Chelsea!Reader & Niamh Charles x Best friend!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You came." - "You called."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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Usually you were the one bringing the vibes to the locker room. It didn’t matter if it was before a game or just before training. You were the locker room DJ, trying to get everyone in a good mood, and were always found chatting with your teammates.

Today before training however, your teammates weren’t met with your usual bubbly personality. You walked into the locker room with your headphones on, and no sign that you were going to take them off. Sending a small smile their way before sitting down in your own cubby.

A few looks were shared between your teammates. “I’ve got it.” Niamh said softly, earning a nod from her fellow worried teammates. Niamh was your best friend and roommate, so the team trusted her to be the one that could come through for you.

Once everyone else had left the room, Niamh moved to sit next to you. She nudged your shoulder with her own to get your attention. “Oh sorry.” You say while sliding your headphones down.

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you were okay to join practice or if you wanted to head home.” Her voice was soft, as if she was afraid that if she spoke any louder, you would break.

“Yeah I need to join practice.” Her brow furrowed slightly. “You need to?”

With a nod you answered, “If I want to play on Sunday then yes, I need to.” Niamh understood then. She knew your mom’s birthday was coming up, the first one after she had passed, and you had been down the last couple of days because of it.

Niamh had been there for you since you first shared that you were struggling with your mum’s birthday coming up, and you had shared that you wanted to play on her birthday, because you wanted to make her proud.

Today was the last training session before the match on Sunday. Sunday, the day of your mom’s birthday. So, you needed to join practice to make the squad for the game.

“Come on then.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s go and make your mom proud, alright?” You let her pull you up and walk out to the pitch together.

For a moment you could put all your other thoughts aside and just play football, but once you were back in the locker room, your headphones came back on and you blocked out the world around you.

Your teammates had worried looks on their faces, but they went unnoticed by you. “Did you find out what’s going on?” Guro asks Niamh. “Yeah, her mum’s birthday is coming up on Sunday.”

Niamh didn’t have to say more, the team all knew how hard your mom’s passing had been for you. And with the many firsts without her you had already faced, they knew you would just need some space.

“Ready to go home?” Niamh asked once everyone had packed up and left. You nod and follow her to her car.

When you got back home, you went straight to your room and fell down onto the bed. Niamh was putting her bags away first and then wanted to check on you, but as she walks up to your door, she hears you talking to Jessie. Niamh backed up and let you have time with your girlfriend.

Jessie had moved to Portland after she signed for the Thorns, and you had been doing long distance for the first time. It had its ups and downs, but in the end you and Jessie made it work. It was moments like this that you hated the distance though.

It didn’t take long before your tears started rolling down your cheeks. “I wish you were here.” You said softly, before you let Jessie answer, you added. “But I know I can’t ask that of you.”

“I know, baby. I wish I could hold you and offer you more comfort than just my voice.” Jessie wanted nothing more than to reach out through the screen and pull you into a hug.

You stayed on the phone with Jessie for hours until you fell asleep. She stayed on the call as long as she could, like you had done many nights before, only hanging up when she had to go. She texted you a sweet message before ending the call and heading out.

The next morning, Niamh had gotten breakfast ready while you were getting dressed. When you got downstairs, you thanked her before silently eating what she prepared.

“Are you ready to head out?” She asked with the keys in her hand. “Just one thing, I’ll be right there.” Niamh nodded and headed to her car to put the bags into the car and give you a moment.

You headed to your room and grabbed one of the pictures that was hanging on your mirror. It was a polaroid picture your dad had taken of you and your mom when they took you to your first ever football game. Both you and your mom in a Chelsea jersey. You let your fingers move over the text your mom had written on the picture.

After snapping a quick picture of it and posting it to your story, you headed to the car where Niamh was waiting for you.

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y/n_y/l/n just posted to their story

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The car ride to the stadium was quiet, the only sound coming from the radio that was softly playing. Niamh was the one to break the silence just before you took the turn to the Stadium. “I bet she’s always proud of you.” The comment instantly made your eyes water. “She was always in the stands when we played at home, watching you play. I know that if she would’ve been able to, she would’ve traveled everywhere we played.”

You smiled through the tears, knowing that Niamh was right. If it wasn’t for her own job, she would have traveled the whole world to see you play. “Thank you.” You say as you wipe away your tears as you enter the parking lot.

Once in the locker room, you sat down in your cubby to get ready. Someone else taking over DJ duties, as you were not feeling up to that still. You put the picture of you and your mom in your cubby to have it with you. You were in your own bubble getting ready, until Niamh nudged your shoulder. “Look up.”

You lifted up your head to see what she was talking about and were met with Jessie. It took you a second to realise what was happening, a moment where you were just staring at her. When it finally sunk in you got up and ran into her arms.

“You came.” You said as you held her tight. “You called.” She said as if it was the most normal thing to fly from Portland to London on a whim, while her season was in full swing. “But your game.” You said as you stepped back. “Don’t worry about it. You needed me, so I cleared it with the coach and got on the first flight out.”

Once you had your moment with her, she hugged the rest of her former teammates. “Alright, have a good game everyone.” She waved before taking you to the side.

“You’re gonna do great out there. Your mom would be so proud of you for being out there.” She brought you in for another hug. “I’m gonna join your dad in the stands, and see you after the match, alright?”

“My dad is here?” You asked confused. “He said an important meeting came up, and he didn’t know if he was going to be able to make it.” Jessie smiled and nodded. “Yeah, his meeting was picking me up from the airport. We just didn’t know if we were gonna make it before kick off. Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad.”

You couldn’t believe it. Having both Jessie and your dad in the stands today meant the world to you.

After celebrating the win with the team on the field, you headed home. Jessie and your dad were already there once you and Niamh got back.

“We got a cake. It was your mom’s favourite.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. You knew how hard her death had been on him as well. “I thought we could light some candles and celebrate her.” You nodded and smiled, while tears formed in your eyes. “That sounds nice.”

You give your dad a big hug, before you get the cake ready together. It was a nice moment, with a lot of emotions, but you were glad you got to spend it with the people closest to you.

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themultifanshipper · 23 days ago

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Oscar lifted the trophy high above his head. He thought about how every decision he’d made in his life had led to this moment: winning his first Formula 1 Grand Prix, in Hungary.

And yet, the only thought running through his head was, ‘I’ve ruined everything’.

Warnings: quite angsty although i did tone it down quite a bit, smut

Part 2 of The way to a man's heart

Oscar wasn’t jealous.

He was a good friend to you.

He was happy for you and Lando, who had now become a thing, apparently.

He’d even helped you out that time at the beach, making sure that the group steered clear of you two, because Oscar was a good friend.

Until he wasn’t.

Because the truth was, Oscar was jealous.

He’d pined over you since before the season started, since the beginning of 2023, in fact.

But you had quickly friendzoned him, and set your sights on Lando instead.

Which was fine, he was an adult, and he could handle rejection perfectly well.

Until Miami 2024. Until that day, when he saw the small ‘LN4’ on your hip, and he realised he had actually lost you.

If he’d had his way, he would have turned you over and fucked you on that damn sun lounger himself.

The next few weeks were tough for him. Made even worse by Lando, who constantly came to work with hickies poking out of his necklines, and stories about how wonderful his dates with you were.

Oscar just gritted his teeth, bided his time. ‘It’ll pass, It’ll pass, It’ll pass’ he chanted to himself every time he felt like decking Lando.

But unfortunately that rate at which that was happening was increasing drastically, and it increased for two reasons.

Firstly because you an Lando were basically throwing yourselves at each other at every given opportunity, and every wink Lando sent his way before carrying you out of the room sent him reeling at the thought of whatever the two of you were doing next door.

Secondly, because according to every media outlet, Lando was now the second coming of christ, set to defeat Max Verstappen for the title.

And both of those things were making him increasingly antsy. And he could tell the team were going to do everything in their power to help Lando, even if that meant throwing him under the bus.

So he concentrated on his racing, the one thing he could control. And in Austria, the cracks started to show.

He took some sort of sick satisfaction from knowing that Lando had driven like a dick and had cost himself a win. ‘I would’ve driven better, I would've won’ he thought nastily.

He fought with Lando over it the day after. He knew he shouldn’t have poked the bear, but Lando’s ego needed a hit, and he needed to release his frustrations on somebody. So they hauled insults at each other, until someone came and forced them into seperate rooms.

He didn’t even bother putting headphones on to drown out the noise you and Lando were making next door. Those noises drove him, drove him to be better.

He even managed to convince himself that you were faking the screams, and that if you gave him a chance, he’d show you he was better than Lando at that as well.

Before Silverstone you approached him, feeling how off he’d been lately with you.

You’d tried to talk to Lando about it, but he’d shrugged it off and gone partying in god knows which country with god knows which DJ friend of his, leaving you to spend some time with your friend, which you realised you hadn’t found much time to do lately.

But it only ended in an argument.

About how you were a bad friend, siding with Lando over him about everything, and Lando was just using you to get to him.

Even to his ears, none of it made any sense whatsoever, but his brain was half eaten by jealousy and frustration at this point, so he all but kicked you out of his apartment, and you didn’t have any contact with him after that.

He’d effectively alienated his two best friends on the grid.

Then you had a crash in Silverstone, a nasty crash at that. Concussion, bruised ribs, the works.

His heart stopped when he heard the news over the radio, and it stopped again when he saw the replay of the crash once he was back in the paddock.

He was the first to visit you in the hospital. Lando was busy celebrating his home podium.

He spent half an hour groveling at the foot of the bed, and whining about how sorry he was.

But you were just relieved about having your friend back.

“Oscar, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I don’t care about what you said, I just care that you’re here, now.”

He hugged you, as tightly as he dared with how sore he knew your ribs were, and sat on the bed next to you.

“So tell me, what’s been going on with you? I've been worried” you asked with a frown.

He looked down at his hands and sighed, which made him wince slightly.

“A lot of things, really. Mostly stress I think.” he mumbled.

“Oh Osc, you know I’m here for you if you need to talk, yeah?” you slid an arm around him and squeezed, and he winced again with a pained moan escaping his lips.

You stared at him, but he refused to meet your eyes.

“Oscar?” you asked tentatively “what was that?”

He looked at you sheepishly as one of his hands came to rub at his side.

“I uhh... I may or may not have a broken rib?” He attempted a smile but you slapped his arm.

“Since when??!”

“Uhm... Austria? I think. Maybe Barcelona...”

You slapped his arm again, harder.

“Barcelona?!!” you hissed as he rubbed his arm “Two weeks? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

He sighed again. “I know, I’m sorry”

You huffed out a laugh and looked at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Look at us, huh” you made a vague gesture at him “wallowing in self pity, injured, and one of us doesn’t even have anyone to fuck at the end of all this!”

His head snapped up to look at you. That was a very weird thing to say, and indeed you looked pale, and a bit dazed.

“Are you on any medication right now?”

You looked at him weirdly “Yeah, Morphine, why?”

He laughed, almost relieved. “Because that was an odd sentence, even coming from you”

“Yeah well, sorry we can’t all be the jealous third wheel of the friend group”

Oscar heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

You giggled. “Come on, Osc. It’s obvious. You’ve been mopey ever since Miami. You’re obviously jealous that me and Lando are fucking on the regular and aren’t spending as much time with you. It’s science!”

He was about to interrupt but you continued, your words slurring together more and more as you went on. The drugs must have been hitting you harder than expected.

“Besides, I saw how you reacted when I showed you my tattoo. If you want...” you grabbed his shirt and dragged him towards you with surprising strength, he had to put his hands either side of you to not fall on top of you. You glanced quickly at his lips leaning in closer. “If you want, I could get an ‘OP81’ tattoo. Would that make you feel better? Or you could get an LN4 tattoo, I’m sure Lando would go just as feral for you as he did for me...”

Your breath was hitting his face but he was barely registering it, his wide eyes were fixed on yours as you pulled him in further. But just as his face was almost too close to call it friendship, you pushed him away with a loud gasp of excitement.

“Oh! We should totally have a threesome!” you squealed.

Oscar almost jumped out of his skin when the door behind him creaked open suddenly, a nurse coming in to check on you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it is ten p.m. and we don’t allow visitors after that time”

Oscar scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door. “No problem! I was just leaving” he mumbled breathlessly, but just as he wrenched the door open, you called out in a sing-song voice.

“I know what you are Oscar Jack Piastri! ”

The following maniacal giggle haunted him for the next week.

He’d texted Lando to ask how you were doing, avoiding engaging in conversation with you completely.

Lando replied two things.

“Ask her yourself, when you find some free time from being a dickhead” and “Also fuck you for not telling me about your broken fucking rib”

Great, so he wasn’t over the argument in Austria.

But he couldn’t text you. Every time he thought about you all he could picture was the night in the hospital. Your lidded eyes looking up at him while you babbled sensual nonsense with your lips just inches away, if only he had just leaned in and-

No.

He wasn’t in the business of stealing girlfriends, only trophies.

A few days before you were all supposed to be in Hungary, he finally decided to stop being a pussy and actually messaged you.

It turned into a facetime call that lasted several hours.

“Yeah, it’s been really just relaxing and waiting for my body to heal” you said, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

“Me too, although the rib’s hurting like a bitch” he complained, his own coffee lay forgotten on the table. “But thankfully they’ve modified the seat so it shouldn’t be as bad in Hungary”

“Let’s be hoping so. I don’t think you should be driving at all with a broken rib”

He laughed “Well, I’ve already done 3 races, what’s two more?”

You hummed thoughtfully as you took a sip, not particularly happy with that attitude.

“So Lando’s still not speaking to you, is he?”

Oscar was confused at the sudden change of subject. “No...why?”

“And he hasn’t told you why, has he?”

He sighed. “I’ve been in a bad place recently, and I lashed out at the two of you. He just took it a bit harder is all. But he’ll come around, I’ll deal with him in Hungary.”

You nodded absentmindedly as you took another sip. That wasn’t the only reason, but if Lando hadn’t told Oscar anything else, you weren’t going to either, so you changed the subject again.

“By the way, I was thinking. I think it would be funny if when you win your first race, I got a tattoo for you like I did for Lando. You’re my best friend after all and it would mean a lot to me.”

Oscar wanted that. He wanted it so fucking much. To be yours, for you to be his. A wave of possessiveness surged through him at the thought of his name inked into your skin. But much to his own dissapointment, his brain did the talking for once.

“ I don’t think that’s a good idea”

You frowned at him through the screen. “Why not? It’s just a tat-”

“I just can’t, I’m sorry. It wouldn’t be right”

The look on your face was breaking his heart, but he knew if you got a tattoo for him he would actually lose his sanity.

Either that or tell you he loved you, which was not an option for a multitude of reasons.

“What do you mean it wouldn’t be right. Oscar I’m-” you were visibly getting upset and it killed him to have to say no.

“I just- I can’t. I have to go, I’m sorry” he apologised, getting choked up himself and hung up the call.

You stared at the black screen for several seconds in disbelief. He was so abrupt, and yet there was something else behind it. He seemed just as upset about it as you.

You knew why. Of course you did.

You’d known since Miami, with the look on Oscar’s face when him and the other drivers came back from their swim to find you and Lando curled up on the sunbed.

Your heart took a hit then, and it was taking a hit now.

You couldn't explain it, but the thought of Oscar being left out was taking a toll on you.

Lando walked in to find you still staring at the screen, while a tear or two ran down your cheeks.

“Baby, who was that? What’s wrong?”

You snapped out of your stupor and wiped your eyes furiously.

“Nothing I- It was just Oscar.”

Lando froze. “And he made you fucking cry?”

“No! I just... I miss him so much, and I know it’s stupid but I wish things would go back to the way they were with him”

He studied you for a moment, a frown etching itself onto his face.

“You want him”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

You nodded slowly.

“You know I do. But I want you too. I love you. I’ll always love you”

He kneeled down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders.

“I know that baby, but if you want him, there’s nothing I can say to stop you is there?”

“That’s not fair Lando!” you whined “You’re saying that like I’m going to cheat on you or something. Obviously I would never fucking do that to you!”

“Hey” he rubbed a hand up and down your back soothingly “It’s not cheating if I agree to it”

“But I don’t just want to fuck him Lando. I want all of it. I want both of you equally.”

“And I’m telling you, I’m okay with that. I need some time to think about where I stand with him. It’s a bit complicated at the moment, but you love him, and he obviously loves you, and as long as you don’t stop loving me, I love you too much to keep you locked up in a cage”

You smiled at him sadly and leaned in to press your lips to his.

“You’re such a sap.” you whispered.

“Says the woman sitting on the floor crying over love like a fucking Jane Austen character” he said and you laughed “Now come on, let’s get some food and get to bed, I’m taking you out tomorrow for a surprise”

Oscar was evasive whenever you approached him during the weekend in Hungary.

You and Lando were worried about him. He was racing with a broken rib for god's sake.

But he did the impossible. He won.

He fucking won!

Team orders aside, it was a wonderful feeling to see him on the top step, sweaty and covered in champagne.

Oscar thought he'd ruined everything, so he was surprised when you jumped into his arms afterwards and held him tight.

Lando wasn't quite in the same mood as you were, understandably.

That night you went straight to Oscar's hotel room.

Lando still wasn't sure where he stood with Oscar, but he let you go, with an olive branch of sorts.

You jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the door.

“Congratulations Oscar!”

He whined in pain but soldiered through it, almost squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you back.

“Thank you” he said with a soft smile.

“Osc, I need to show you something” you whispered conspiratorially before taking his hand and leading him over to sit on the bed.

You stood in front of him, standing between his legs as you pulled up the hem of your shirt.

“Jesus” he muttered, hand coming to soothe over the bruising that still adorned your ribs.

“It can't be as bad as yours” you giggled softly “but that's not what I wanted to show you”

You pulled down the waistline of your pants, exposing the tattoo Lando had gifted you a few days prior.

“I got this the other day” you bit your lip, waiting for his reaction as his eyes landed on the small ‘OP81’ that lay next to your hip bone, opposite the tattoo you got in Miami. “I didn't know you were going to win, but I guess it doesn't matter now because you did anyway”

He stared at it for a couple of seconds before looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You really shouldn’t have” he muttered, voice cracking slightly.

“Why Osc?” you whispered.

One of your hands went to cup his cheek and he leaned in to the touch, eyes closing as he took a shaky breath.

“Because…”

You stroked his blushing cheek with your thumb. “Say it”

He looked back up at you, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Because I'm fucking in love with you”

You smiled at him, leaning down so that you were eye level with him.

“I know”

He frowned. “You know?”

“I do, Osc.”

He blinked.

“And… you got it anyway?”

“I did. Because I love you too, and I want both of my boys with me, at all times”

His utter look of shock was enough to force laugh out of you.

You sat down on his lap smoothly, cupping his face with both your hands.

“I want you Oscar”

He stared at you for a moment and you took the opportunity to lean in and kiss him.

His self control went out the window immediately, and his hand came up to tangle in your hair to pull you closer.

The kiss got hungrier, pulling at each other until there was no space between your bodies, and eventually you had to separate for air.

“Wait, what about Lando?” he asked breathlessly.

“Oscar” you smiled “The tattoo was Lando's idea, once I told him I wanted you”

His jaw dropped. “Lando knows?”

“Of course. We share everything.”

Oscar shivered at the implications of that statement. He certainly wouldn't mind being shared.

But that thought was quickly replaced when he felt your lips on his once again.

This felt like a fever dream. You, on top of him kissing him while you held onto each other for dear life.

Then he had an idea.

He picked you up suddenly, flipping you onto your back.

“Fuck- I need to see it again”

He wasted no time getting your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Which just happened to be lacey and almost completely see through.

He groaned as his hands came up to grab your hips, eyes roaming over your figure. Namely his initials inked into your skin.

He leaned down and placed a kiss over it, eyes glued to yours as he did.

Your pupils darkened and an evil grin spread across his face.

He then went slightly lower, and kissed the spot just above the hem of your underwear, making your breath hitch.

He went lower still, kissing his way down until he got to where there was already a wet patch soaking through the material.

“You going to be good for me?” he rasped, tracing a finger over your clothed cunt, making you shiver.

“Please, Osc” you whined.

Something sick and twisted churned in his gut at your pleading, and he smirked up at you.

“That's what I like to hear”

He dragged your underwear down your legs, wasting no time devouring you and moaning at the sweet taste of victory.

You fell apart on his tongue, then again on his fingers.

You were gasping for breath while he unbuckled his belt, pulling his own pants and underwear down in one swift move.

“You ready?”

You clawed at him, pulling him closer to gasp into his ear.

“Fuck me like a winner, baby”

He lined himself up and pushed in in one swift thrust, and the two of you moaned in sync.

It was slow, Oscar building up his pace little by little as he took you apart expertly.

Your back arched, head thrown back while he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I've been dreaming about this for so long”

“Osc..” you moaned.

“That's right, say my name, sweetheart”

“Oscar!”

He chuckled as he sped his hips up.

“That's right. Louder baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good”

“Oscar- Fuck!”

He was unraveling at the sound of your cries.

This was him. All him. No Lando to get in the way of his pleasure.

Just you and him, and your beautiful body that was all his for the night.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, driving into you harder, ignoring the pain in his side.

You moans were getting louder and your cunt was squeezing around him like a vice.

“You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock like a good girl, hmm?”

You whined, nodding furiously at his words while you panted into each others mouths.

“Oscar, I'm gonna…”

“Go on baby, let go for me”

Your moans echoed in the room as the two of you came almost simultaneously, rutting into each other, desperately making up for lost time.

As you lay there together afterwards, hands wandering, exploring each other's skin, you let out a small giggle.

“What is it?” he asked softly, stroking over the tattoo on your hip.

“I got the tattoo at the beginning of the week… and then you won your first race”

You turned around to face him.

“Maybe I should get more, you might win the championship”

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“More of my name on your body? Count me in”

You laughed together and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a sweet kiss as you both drifted off to sleep.

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angelsuecult · 2 months ago

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strangers in the night | s. crosby

warnings: none? Maybe the age gap but its not crazy

summary: you and sidney first meet at a bar in the summer but where can it go from here

request description: older sid x younger reader (not controversial), dancing around lingering tension

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: hi guys, a little late but another for you to chew on. so here is part one of a request i got, part one is build up to their actual story. idk i just wanted to give u guys a little bit more of a story with this one.

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It wasn’t Sid’s first choice of bar–not by a long shot. He wasn't even sure why he’d let his buddies drag him out tonight. Training had been brutal, the kind of day that left his body aching and his mind spinning in desperate need of rest. But there he was, slouched into a creaky wooden chair, a pint of beer in front of him, trying his best to tune out the off-kay rendition of some popular song wailing from the karaoke stage across the room.

The place wasn’t packed, but it was loud. Groups were scattered around mismatched tables, most laughing and belting out songs as if auditioning for American Idol. Sid’s friends seemed just as unimpressed as he was, though they made a decent effort to mask it.

“Who chooses a bar on karaoke night?” one of them muttered, tipping back his drink.

“Apparently, we do,” Sid replied dryly, taking a sip of his beer and letting his gaze drift lazily across the room. He caught glimpses of people crowded near the karaoke section—bright lights, a DJ with headphones slightly askew, a group of people huddled around the stage. It was another story. He tried his best to ignore the off-key renditions of pop songs that echoed through the dimly lit bar, but it was hard to drown out the sound entirely. The occasional burst of laughter or particularly passionate singers pierced through their conversation.

“Didn’t think karaoke was your scene, Sid,” one of his buddies teased, smirking as clinked his class against Sidney’s bottle.

“Not exactly,” Sidney said, shaking his head. “But I’m here for you guys, not the music.”

“You're a good man.”

Sid smiled faintly but was already feeling the itch to move. The atmosphere, the noise–it was all a little too much. He excused himself almost as quickly as they sat down, murmuring something about needing to find the restroom.

Navigating the dimly lit space was a task in itself. The bar seemed like it hadn’t been renovated since the late ’90s, with its sticky floors and peeling paint. The closer he got to the karaoke stage, the louder the music seemed to vibrate through the air. He ducked past a group of people holding neon-colored cocktails and nearly collided with someone walking in the opposite direction. He wove his way through the people and the tables, keeping his head down to avoid the stage’s flashing lights. The music only grew louder as he neared the karaoke section, each note pounding in his skull. He focused on weaving through the crowd, not looking up until–

“Whoa, sorry–”

Sidney’s shoulder bumped into someone, and he instinctively reached out to steady you, his hand brushing your arm. He looked up ready to apologize, but the words caught in his throat.

“Oh, no, it's fine!” you said, smiling up at him. Your voice was warm, tinged with laughter, and it sent a spark straight through him. You smelled faintly of something sweet–vanilla, maybe?--and for a second, all Sidney could do was stand there, frozen in your presence.

What the hell just happened?

“Uh, yeah,” he finally managed, stepping aside to let you pass. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” you shrugged, already moving on. You disappeared into the crowd before he could even think to say more.

Sidney stood there for a moment, rooted to the sport. He felt ridiculous. One accidental run-in, and he was already hooked? It was such a brief interaction that Sid didn’t have time to really take you in—just a fleeting impression of soft features, bright eyes, and a warm energy that lingered after you’d disappeared into the crowd. He shook his head, muttering to himself as he continued to the restroom. Get a grip, Crosby.

But when he came out, the music had shifted. The crowd near the stage was buzzing with energy, cheering louder than before. When he glanced toward the source, his breath caught in his throat once more.

There you were.

You were on the small stage now, mic in hand, with a friend by your side. Laughing as the opening notes of a cheesy pop song played. You swayed slightly, clearly tips but making everyone around you smile. Your friend gestured dramatically toward the crowd, and you laughed again, your head tilting back as if you didn't have a care in the world. He'd usually roll his eyes, but somehow, you made it impossible to hate. You weren’t singing to impress. You weren’t holding back either. You were just…you.

The way you moved, the way you gestured for your friends to join in, the way your voice, slightly off-key but full of energy, filled the room—Sid couldn’t breathe. You commanded the stage effortlessly, even if you were just there for fun.

“Sid, are you coming back?” One of his friends called from the table, but he barely registered it.

For the first time all night, the music didn’t annoy him. He wanted it to last forever because it meant he could keep watching you.

Your outfit was simple—shorts and a t-shirt, nothing flashy—but on you, it might as well have been runway-worthy. Your hair fell in perfect disarray, catching the light as you turned. You looked like someone who belonged in the center of a room, not because you demanded attention, but because you simply had it.

The way you grinned when your friends cheered, the way you twirled the mic cord absentmindedly, the way you swayed in time to the music—Sidney couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The crowd was eating it up, cheering and singing along. Even people not in your group were clapping in time with the beat. You spun once, your laughter ringing out, and Sid found himself smiling without meaning to. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had caught his attention like this, Sid’s lips parted, as if he might say something—though he didn’t even know what. Not that it mattered. You didn’t notice him at all, too caught up in the whirlwind of your friends and the high of your performance.

When your song ended, you laughed into the mic, thanking the crowd with a mock bow. Your voice was still in his ears as you handed the mic back, disappearing into the crowd again, and Sid realized something unsettling.

He didn’t even know your name, and yet, he wanted to know everything about you.

Suddenly, karaoke didn’t seem so bad.

“Hey, Sid, you good?” one of his friends called as he returned to the table, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yeah,” Sid replied, shaking his head as if to clear it. But even as he sat back in his seat, he couldn’t stop glancing over at you, watching the way you lit up every corner of the room you entered.

He tried to focus on the conversation at his table, but it was useless. His mind kept drifting back to you—your laugh, the way your cheeks flushed from the heat and the drinks, the effortless way you’d captured everyone’s attention, including his. He didn’t even know you, and yet it felt like you’d already become the most significant part of his night.

Sidney tried to shake the thought of you as the night wore on, but it was proving harder than he’d expected. His friends, thankfully oblivious to the turmoil in his head, pulled him into a game of pool. They laughed and traded jabs, and for a while, he managed to focus on not making a fool of himself on the table. But every now and then, his eyes drifted toward the karaoke section of the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

He didn’t see you again for a while, and he hated how disappointed that made him feel.

“Alright, Sid, this one’s for the win,” one of his friends challenged as Sidney lined up his shot. The stakes weren’t high—just drinks for the table—but somehow, the pressure still felt real. He missed the shot by a hair, the cue ball bouncing off the edge.

“Damn it,” he muttered as his friends erupted into laughter.

“Looks like you’re up, barkeep,” one teased, clapping him on the back.

Sidney rolled his eyes but didn't argue. “Yeah, yeah. What's everyone drinking?”

A deal was a deal. With an exaggerated groan, Sidney made his way toward the bar. His focus was on the task at hand until, halfway there, he saw you again.

You were leaning over the bar, animated, your laughter carrying over the buzz of the room. The young bartender leaned toward you, shaking his head in mock exasperation as you gestured towards him.

Sidney slowed without realizing it, caught off guard by the sight of you again. You were lit from the warm glow of the bar lights, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you spoke.

It took him a second to snap out of it. He forced himself to move forward, moving to the bar but keeping a bit of distance, not wanting to interrupt.

“I’m telling you,” you insisted, pointing at the bartender, “your wife sent me over here. She said she needs another round. Are you really going to say no to her?”

“My wife?” the bartender shot back, folding his arms.

You tilted your head, feigning disappointment. “Yes, your wife,” you teased, gesturing vaguely toward a group of people behind you. “She’s over there. And what am I supposed to tell her, huh? That her beloved husband denied her? She’s going to be heartbroken.”

The bartender rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re out of your mind.”

Sidney’s chest tightened at the word wife. The idea hit him like a sucker punch, a wave of irrational disappointment. Of course, you were married. Why wouldn’t you be? You’re too much of a catch.

But then the bartender groaned, shaking his head. “You’re full of it. I don’t even have a wife!”

You gasped in mock indignation, placing a hand over your chest. “Are you saying I’m lying? That’s a bold accusation, my friend.”

But then the bartender motioned toward Sidney with a nod, cutting through his spiraling thoughts.

“Ask him. You think she’s my wife?” the bartender teased, smirking.

You laughed so hard you nearly doubled over, and Sidney’s chest burned at how effortlessly the sound tugged at him. “Oh, God, no! Please!”

Sidney blinked, relief washing over him so fast it left him a little lightheaded. Not his wife?

The bartender rolled his eyes, motioning toward Sidney. “You’re lucky I’m working. Otherwise, I’d throw you out for spreading rumors. Ask him if he’d believe a word you’re saying.”

Sidney froze as both of you glanced his way. You smiled, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

“Oh, please,” you laughed, turning back to the bartender. “If I were married to you, you’d probably throw yourself out of the house. There’s no way you’d survive me.”

Sidney couldn’t help it—he laughed. It was quiet, almost under his breath, but enough to catch your attention. Your eyes flicked to him again, and this time, they lingered.

Sidney watched as the bartender filled the order. You drummed your fingers on the bar and hummed under your breath, completely at ease. The bartender sighed dramatically, throwing up his hands. “Fine. One more round. But if she kills you, it’s not on me.”

You grinned triumphantly. “That’s the spirit.”

When he returned with a tray loaded with drinks, you thanked him with a beaming smile, carefully arranging the glasses. Sidney watched as you handled it like it was nothing, balancing the tray with practiced ease.

“You’re a saint,” you said, carefully arranging the drinks on the tray like you were setting the table for a fancy dinner.

“Yeah, yeah,” the bartender said, wiping the counter. “Tell my ‘wife’ she’s cut off for the night.”

You laughed, “I’ll let her know. But don’t expect her to listen.”

As you balanced the tray, you caught Sidney’s gaze. He realized too late that he’d been staring, but if you noticed, you didn’t let on. Instead, you motioned to the platter and said, “You know, you could probably convince him to give you one of these bad boys. Just drop the word ‘wife,’ and he’ll fold like a lawn chair.”

Sidney couldn’t help but smile, your humor so disarming it made him forget himself.

“Is that the secret?” he asked, his voice quieter than he meant it to be.

You nodded solemnly. “Works like a charm. Just make sure to bat your lashes for good measure.”

The bartender, overhearing, groaned. “Don’t encourage him. I don’t need two of you on my case.”

As you started to walk away, you paused one more time, looking back at him. “And if you’re nice to him,” you said, nodding toward the bartender, “he might let you order one of these bad boys. They’re worth it.”

Sidney smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You gave him a quick wink before disappearing into the crowd again, leaving him standing there, his chest tight and his heart racing.

The bartender turned to Sidney, raising a brow. “You want the usual or whatever she’s on?”

Sidney chuckled, finally snapping out of it. “Just the usual,” he replied.

Sidney lingered at the bar, waiting for the bartender to return with his friends’ drinks. He couldn’t help himself. The more he thought about you—the way you laughed, how you seemed to carry the energy of the room with you—the more he wanted to know. He wasn’t usually like this. Sidney Crosby wasn’t the type to get lost in someone he hadn’t even spoken to properly. But you weren’t just anyone.

The bartender returned, setting the tray of drinks down in front of him. “Here you go, man,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.

“Thanks,” Sid said, but he hesitated before picking up the tray. His curiosity got the better of him. “So, uh… congrats on the marriage.”

The bartender looked confused for a moment before chuckling. “Oh, no. Not yet. Next summer.”

Sidney nodded, pretending to be casual even though his heart raced. “Who’s the lucky one?”

The bartender smirked and motioned toward the group you’d come from earlier. “That one, over there. The brunette in the green dress.”

Sidney followed his gaze and spotted a woman chatting animatedly with some friends. Relief washed over him. Not you. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he couldn’t deny it was a weight off his chest.

“Oh,” Sid said, trying to sound polite. “That’s great. She seems nice.”

“She is,” the bartender said with a grin. “Keeps me in check. She’s the brains behind this whole place, honestly. I’d probably run it into the ground without her.”

Sid chuckled, then took a shot in the dark. “So, uh, what about her friend? The one you were just arguing with?”

The bartender glanced at him, amused. “Y/N? She’s a handful, isn’t she?”

Y/N. The name hit him like a punch to the gut. Of course, it was perfect. Why wouldn’t it be? It sounded as magnetic as you seemed to be. He repeated it silently, letting it settle.

“She’s something,” Sid admitted, keeping his tone light. “You’ve known her long?”

The bartender leaned against the counter, clearly happy to talk. “Oh yeah, she’s part of the crew. All 25, all college grads, all trying to figure life out.” He nodded toward the group again. “That’s her circle. They’re like family.”

Sidney glanced over, pretending to scan the crowd. “You own this place?”

“Yeah,” the bartender said proudly. “Got it a couple years ago. It was a dive back then, but my fiancée and I spruced it up. She’s the business brains—has a degree and everything. Y/N helps too, though. She’s great at coming up with ways to get people in here. Karaoke night? Totally her idea. I just go along with it, but it works.”

Sidney smiled, genuinely interested now. “It’s a nice setup. I noticed the corkboard by the pool table—lots of events.”

“Her and my fiancée,” the bartender said with a laugh. “They’re like a force of nature. Always cooking up something. Y/n’s got a knack for drawing people in. She’s pretty good at it. Makes my life easier. I’m just here to pour the drinks.”

Sidney nodded, amused and impressed. He was starting to picture you more clearly: vibrant, creative, the kind of person who could walk into a room and change the energy without even trying. “Y/n, huh?” Sid repeated, more to himself than to the bartender.

“Yep,” the bartender said, nodding toward the corner of the room where you’d disappeared earlier. “That’s her. And if you think she’s a handful sober, you should see her after a couple of margaritas.”

Sidney hesitated for a moment before asking, “So… what does she do?”

“She’s between jobs right now, but she’s got something lined up. Big opportunity, actually. She’s moving to Pittsburgh soon.”

That caught Sidney off guard. “Moving?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” the bartender said, wiping down the counter. “Got a job with one of the sports teams.”

Pittsburgh. Small world. Sidney’s heart raced. Maybe it was fate, or maybe he was just desperate to believe it. “What team?”

“Pretty sure it’s the baseball team,” the bartender said. “The Pirates, right?”

Sidney’s shoulders sagged, but only slightly. Baseball wasn’t hockey, and The Pirates were not the Penguins but it wasn’t the end of the world, either. “Yeah, The Pirates”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” the bartender confirmed. “She’s always been into sports—something with fan engagement, marketing or something like that. She’ll kill it, no doubt. She’s great with people. Always has been. We’re gonna miss her though. She’s kind of the glue that keeps everyone together.”

Sidney nodded slowly, his mind already racing. Pittsburgh wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw away, but it wasn’t impossible, either. And the Pirates… maybe he’d start going to more baseball games. It felt like fate didn't it? A city he already knew so well.

“Small world,” Sid said, almost to himself.

The bartender laughed. “Yeah, man. Who knows? Maybe you’ll run into her again.”

Sidney raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

“Why not?” the bartender said with a shrug. “It’s Pittsburgh. Not like it’s New York.”

Sid smiled but didn’t say anything. The idea of running into you again—at a baseball game, maybe, or just around town—settled into his chest like a quiet hope.

“You a baseball fan?” the bartender asked, pulling Sid out of his thoughts.

“Not exactly,” Sid admitted. “But Pittsburgh’s a small world. Maybe I’ll catch a game sometime.”

The bartender grinned. “You should. And hey, I’ve gotta say—I’m a fan. Didn’t want to bug you earlier, but it felt wrong not to say it.”

Sidney’s lips twitched into a modest smile. “I appreciate that. And, uh, thanks for not making a big deal out of it.”

“You got it,” the bartender said. “We get a decent amount of sports guys in here, but it’s not every day we have someone like you around.”

Sidney nodded, trying not to let the conversation linger on him. “It’s a nice spot,” he said, gesturing to the bar.

“Thanks,” the bartender said, he leaned back, crossing his arms. “Anyway, you let me know if you need anything else. Drinks are on me tonight.”

Sidney smiled, grateful but distracted. “Thanks. Means a lot.”

As he carried the tray of drinks back to his friends, he couldn’t shake the feeling that meeting you tonight was just the beginning. Pittsburgh suddenly seemed a lot smaller, and a lot more promising.

He didn’t know what it was about you, but Sidney Crosby had a feeling he wasn’t done with you.

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thanosscross · 20 days ago

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Cutie - Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon x reader part one

Summary: After getting a pretty good gig, you meet someone at the club, who you immediately take a liking to, due to how fucking adorable he was anytime he was around you, never noticing he was the one who sang some of your favorite songs to play.

Warnings: None <33

You worked with music for as long as you could remember, you always liked the way certain songs just merged perfectly, plus it was just fun. Once you got to the legal age to go out to clubs, it just got even more fun, so you decided to invest your birthday money and savings to get all of the equipment you'd need to start taking DJ gigs at different clubs around your hometown.

After a few months, you quickly made a name for yourself in the club scene, even getting to travel to other countries to be able to do the one thing you absolutely loved. Which is how you ended up in a high end private club, making sure all of your things were hooked up before the club actually opened. "Y/n? Right? So we're going to have some pretty big names in here tonight, so make sure shit is amazing or we won't be afraid to replace you." The manager stated as he helped you set your mixer down on the table, it was your most expensive piece, so naturally it was your baby, always making sure it was in the most pristine condition, never really allowing anybody to touch it during your gigs, unless you needed help carrying it back to your car.

As the night started off, you were more reserved, trying to feel out the crowd before really getting into it, you nodded along to your music as you took a drink of the random drink the bartender had made you, thankful for the complimentary drinks during your gig. You noticed as a group of four boys walked in, watching as the crowd morphed around them you assumed they were the big names the manager was talking about. You held your headphones as you shook your head to the beat, bouncing on your tip toes as you mixed one of the trending songs for a rising band, BigBang, with a song you became familiar with in your sets, You weren't sure the name exactly, but you knew from the BigBang songs that you mashed up, he was one of the guys that went by G-Dragon. You noticed as the boys looked over towards you laughing loudly as they sent you a thumbs up.

As the night got later, you got drunker, but so did everybody else, the club was vibing and you swore this had to be one of your best gigs yet. Noticing movement from the side of your eye, you glanced over, seeing a shorter man shyly scratching the back of his neck a few feet away. "Hi...Can I help you?" You shouted over the music, giggling softly as you slid your headphones around your neck so you could hear him properly, keeping your hands on the switches on your mixer not wanting to miss your cue to switch the song back over to 'Fantastic baby'. "U-Um..Hi! I'm Ji-Yong! I like your stuff!" He sheepishly shouted pointing to your setup, you smiled softly, shamelessly checking him out.

He was adorable, you could tell by his slurred words and him swaying as he stood shyly in front of you, he was drunk, he had on tight black skinny jeans, a striped oversized long sleeve shirt with a white t-shirt over it, the sleeves pulled over his hands as he nervously rocked on his feet. His hair was cleanly cut as the silky black strands were sat perfectly out of his face, you took notice to the tattoos that littered his neck, disappearing under his shirt, and his ears that were covered in small earrings. "You're cute!" You smiled after a minute "I'm y/n!" You added on before nodding your head, motioning him to get closer to you, shuffling closer, Ji-Yong covered his cheeks blushing brightly. Even drunk he'd still always get ladies flustered, but here you were, making him a blushing mess just by checking him out and drunkenly complimenting him. It confused Ji-Yong though, even in his state, you sang along to his song, not missing a single word, but you still never noticed who exactly was standing next to you, it had to be the alcohol he thought, that's why you didn't notice yet, right? How could you mainly be playing their songs all night, and not know him?

As it got closer to close you swayed your head back, moving your hands in the air to the beat of Good Boy, you had somehow without realizing made that into your closing song. Anybody who had been to your gigs before would get the hint to get their things together as soon as the song started, knowing they had one more song after that before they'd be kicked out. Ji-Yong was even more drunk than he was whenever he first approached you, jumping next to you as he shook his head drunkenly to the beat, his hair getting messy and wild in the process. As the club closed, you were left standing next to a drunk, giggling, blushing Ji-Yong "You going to come back tomorrow to see me, cutie?" You asked raising your eyebrows playfully, watching as he gasped his eyes widening "Will you be back?" He whispered in shock, excitedly grabbing your arms "Yea, I've got a few more gigs before I head over to a place in America for a few weeks" You smiled, watching as he blushed brightly covering his cheeks in excitement with his hands, now that the lights were on, you could see him a lot better. "If you want me too" He chuckled, throwing his head back as he blushed, not noticing his friends approaching with their own smirks "Of course, Cutie, I'd always be happy to have you up here being the good looks of my gigs" You teased, watching as three other men approached "Ji-Yong! Is this where you've been all night!?" The tallest one shouted laughing, Ji-Yong just turned around excitedly "Guys! Guys! This is Y/n!! She's awesome!" He cheered, holding onto one of your arms still as he bounced in his spot "Nice to meet you, Y/n, Sorry about our friend here, he tends to get excited after shows and...I guess runs off now whenever he gets drunk" A shorter one replied, extending his hand "I'm Dae-Sung, That is Tae-Yang, and this giant, is T.O.P" He smiled, as you shook his hand you gasped recognizing at least one of the names, you smiled bowing slightly in respect, Seung Hyun just blushed laughing softly "Thanks for taking care of Ji-Yong for us, hopefully his drunk ass wasn't too much of a bother" Tae-Yang jumped in, shaking your hand gently, Ji-Yong pouted sightly as his friends pulled him away from you "No, of course night! He's welcome back to my gigs anytime, I like having cuties help me up there" You smirked, winking at Ji-Yong before bidding your farewells, going to find one of the bartenders to help you with your things.

Your second night there, it took awhile for you to spot the boys, but after about three hours of being there, you spotted them all walking in, Ji-Yong being in front, trying to look around the crowd to get a better view of you. "I'm going to go find Y/n!" He shouted to his friends, determined to stay slightly sober as he spent the night with you again. As Ji-Yong made his way to you, his cheeks immediately broke into a blush, you were already standing behind the table, a glass in your hand, and an extra sitting a few feet away from all of your equipment. "Cutie! Get over here!" You cheered, smiling brightly as you spotted him at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the platform you were set up at. Ji-Yong was quick to rush over, smiling as you grabbed his hand raising it in the air as you danced along to the song playing.

It wasn't long before Ji-Yong was drunk with you again, dancing along to the music with his hand still in yours. "I'm gonna miss you when I leave, cutie!" You shouted over the music, moving your hips to the beat, giggling as you watched him cover his cheeks in a blush. Ji-Yong couldn't help it, between how hot you were always making him flustered, and the way your hips moved to the music, it was giving him unholy thoughts as he hid his face. "Really?" He asked loudly over the speakers, you nodded in reply, smirking as you spun him around before pressing your back against his chest, running your hands up your body, the alcohol really taking you in it's hold. "W-Why don't I give you my number?" He asked shyly, trying to hide his blushing cheeks, and the obvious growing bulge in his jeans.

After your little dance break with Ji-Yong, he was feeling more flustered than ever, holding his cheeks as they started to hurt from how long he was smiling for. He excused himself, using the excuse he needed to use the restroom to go find his friends, feeling like he was going to explode being around you. "Seung Hyun!" He shouted, spotting the group at a table, laughing about something "Yes, Ji?" He asked playfully, turning his head to look at his friend who was clearly flustered and frustrated "She's so fucking...Oh my god!" He shouted; it was the second day now he couldn't find the words to describe you, or the way you make him feel, he just wanted to scream, in a good way. Ji-Yong would calm down after a bit, continuing to try and describe you to the boys, only growing grumpy with the fact he was still at a loss of words. As he made his way back to you, he noticed you looking deeply at the mixer board in front of you, rocking your body to the beat before sliding the left switches up and the right ones down as you switched the song over to a different one as soon as the beat dropped. "Hi! Sorry it took so long!" He shouted over the music as he approached you, your head immediately turned at the sound of his voice "Cutie! There you are!" You smiled happily "I thought you left, I was upset thinking you never said bye!" You laughed softly, resting your hand on his arm gently, causing his blush to return to his cheeks.

Whenever you ended your last gig a few nights later, you gave Ji-Yong a tight hug, knowing it'd be a little while before you were back home "Call me, got it, Cutie?" You stated, pointing at Ji-Yong as he sadly stood next to his friends, even with his dampened mood, you were still successful in making him blush, he nodded softly, trying to offer you a soft smile. "Will you let me know as soon as you're back?" He asked sadly, tugging his sleeves over his hands as he looked at his shoes, you just giggled shaking your head "Of course, cutie" You whispered, lifting his head gently to make eye contact with you, he was quick to cover his face quickly "Wait! I have to get a picture! I can't bare to not see my cutie for three weeks!" You gasped, pulling your phone out, Ji-Yong just covered his face more as he giggled, the slightly new nickname causing his stomach to do flips. As you opened your camera app, you pressed your lips to his cheek smiling, you weren't sure why you were so flirty with him, you weren't like this with any man, they often annoyed you, but there was something about Ji-Yong, he was so adorable and charming, you just always wanted to see how cute he was whenever he'd blush and do that cute smile of his.

Whenever you'd both depart, Ji-Yong would have to hold back tears, the alcohol mixed with his already saddened emotions causing him to feel a lot more towards the goodbye with you. You would be quick to be rushed to another country by your personal manager, who had yet to find out about your new 'friend' you had met.

What do we think lovelies? Part two coming really soon because personally I cannot get enough of flustered soft Ji-Yong, maybe even smut in the future? 0.0 what do you think? You like?

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months ago

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Wearing their merch (FNAF SB) (Part 2/2)

Writing the opening of this and part 1 right after writing a oneshot start to finish hiss.. hand is very tense and I'm very sleepy.. thank you tumblr draft option

This post was originally going to include eclipse but now thwt I think about it.... I dont.. think there's eclipse merch in game... also with how.. sun and moon are I wouldn't be surprised if basic workers/customers don't know ab eclipse grrrgrrr

Characters: Sun, Moon, DJMM

Notes: reader is gn and human, still trying to find my footing with writing djmm.... love that thang oouuugh but im not sure how i want to portray him yet sobsob

CWs: none

SUN

a headband with sun rays! it may look a little silly but isnt that the point! the daycare attendant is a jester after all! theyre a pair of silly guys!

lights up when he sees you wearing it and skips over... his own rays are spinning around as he tells you how cute you look with them on- or cool if you prefer to be called that! or some other compliment! assuming hes not calling you ever word under the sun...

hes more used to seeing people wearing a shirt with him on it or dressing up in his colors and so on compared to moon, but that doesnt make him any less excited to see someone coming in looking like him!

crushed if any of the rays get dented or torn depending on what material theyre made of, will do his best to mend it

MOON

his hat... sure, its not the most unique thing out there but he knows its supposed to be his when you come into the daycare wearing it for naptime!

will snatch it up off your head to make sure its the real deal or just some other product from some costume shop... WILL be dangling from his wire so you cant take it back from him

if it werent for the sleeping children nearby he would tease you more and hold it just out of reach

he may tease you for it but it does make him feel a bit... weird... not weird bad, probably! its just that sun is typically the more favored one in general so seeing someone just... rocking his stuff... plushies are one thing but wearing something is different!

DJ MUSIC MAN

headphones! they look cool! they even light up! how cool is that!

it takes him a moment to notice that youre wearing them but as soon as he does hes going to sign to you that he thinks you look nice with them!

if he hasnt already given you a playlist of music or otherwise given you songs hes going to make sure you have at least a little something to listen to with your new headphones!

he doesnt have much merch and hes pretty okay with that, actually he was surprised he even had headphones in the first place- at most he thought hed get a plushie or something! he thinks its sweet that you wanted to match with him...

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deepakthakur8223 · 1 year ago

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downins · 17 days ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷dating han yuri headcanonsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

a/n: hi pookies, sorry for the hiatus again, i feel like i've been apologising because of this for the millionth time lmao 😭 anyways i'll try to be active again since xo kitty gave me the motivation to write again (mainly cs yuri had me crushing and giggling so) and also in this post, yuri isn't dating juliana !!

listen to: restless, BIBI

how you met:

- jina (principal lim) assigned you as yuri's tutor since she wasn't performing well in academics and on the other hand, you're the top student so why wouldn't you be the perfect tutor?

- you were pretty intimidated at first since you've always perceived yuri as a mean girl and she'd bully you for being a huge nerd or something 😭

- but things were different than what you expected, she was actually semi-nice but just wasn't as interested in studying so you constantly tried your best to help her out to understand topics and figure out on how to tackle exam questions

how she fell for you:

- occasionally, she'd look pretty stressed out than usual which is mainly caused by her parents arguing about the dumbest stuff so you'd constantly ask her about it and try to comfort her

- at first, she wouldn't open up as much but over time she starts to trust you even more and feels more comfortable to talk to you about her problems

- you'd give her the best advice and listen to her whenever she needs somebody which made her start liking you even more, platonically and romantically

how dating her would be like:

- she spoils you like a shit ton, more than you could ever imagine and jina is surprisingly okay with that since yuri's grades and attitude improved a lot. all you need to do is take one single glance at an item, let it be clothes, keychains or pens, whatever you name it, she'll get it for you in a heartbeat. you even had to convince her to stop buying everything for you at some point, she obviously disagreed because it's yuri

- both of you aren't that huge on pda in school to avoid getting seperated as roommates but occasionally she'd pull you in an empty janitor's room for a quick kiss or makeout session because why not?

- she loves doodling on your books in class when you both sit together and would always be in the same group as you for every project, sometimes you'd have to re-explain to her about the topics taught in class because she'd either zoned out or just stared at you the whole time

- she would always use "studying" as an excuse to hangout with you, and you never turn her down :)

- loves going on late night walks with you while getting snacks at convenience stores and just hanging out with you in general because she enjoys your presence that much

- she makes mixtapes for you!! there's so many mixtapes for different situations such as dates, studying, working out etc. she loves knowing that whenever you have your headphones in, you're listening to the mixtapes that she made

- you both attend so many music festivals together, spefically the dj festivals and she often tells you that she would want to be the one on stage performing in the future. you always support her dreams and reassure her that she'll achieve them one day

a/n: sorry for the short headcanon guys!! i promise i'll do better next time <3

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vax-merstappen · 1 year ago

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dancing with the F1 boys

no bc imagining dancing with these guys was literally the cutest thing ever! my personal favorite to write was yuki, like i was melting from the fluff. hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

Lando Norris

Lando had been practically begging you to come with him and some friends to his favorite club. You asked a few of your own friends along and told Lando you would meet him there. When you and your girlfriends walked into the club, you instantly noticed your boyfriend standing at the front of the club, headphones on and mixing music for the crowd. You always thought Lando looked super hot when he would dj and you grabbed your friends and pushed your way to the front, where he would be able to see you dancing. Little did you know, nothing turned Lando on quite like watching you enjoy yourself to his music. After his set was over, he pulled you aside to dance with him and do other incredible things in private.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar wasn’t one for dancing in public, as both you and him knew that he had two left feet. But when you asked if he would come with you to your best friend’s wedding, you knew that there would be no better opportunity to coerce him onto the dance floor. You let him have a few drinks and chat with a few of your mutual friends at the table while you danced with your best friend. When you noticed him watching you as you moved, you ran over to the table and pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile as you danced so carefree while holding his hands. Eventually he couldn’t help but move along with you and the beat, your mission of getting Oscar to dance finally completed.

Max Verstappen

You had spent one of Max’s days off on a romantic trip together. You had spent the entire afternoon exploring the city and laughing with him about inside jokes only the two of you understood. You had finally sat down in a park where you would be able to watch the sunset. As day turned to night, you heard a busker with a violin start to play somewhere nearby. You looked Max in the eyes before asking him if he would dance with you. “Of course, schatje.” You spent the last minutes of sunlight in each other’s arms moving together, not caring who was watching.

Charles Leclerc

“Ma chérie, would you listen to this and tell me how you like it?” Charles asked. You walked into the room to see him seated at the piano, looking at expectantly. “Of course, amour.” He started to play and you closed your eyes and listened to the notes echo through the space. You loved when he would play for you, especially his original pieces. As the song continued on, you began to dance to the music. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see Charles watching you or the beaming smile on his face. “How was it?” he asked after he stopped playing. “I think it’s your best one yet,” you responded, and you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Carlos Sainz

When you admitted to Carlos that you had not listened to many Spanish songs, he immediately turned on Spotify and began playing his favorites for you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, beginning to dance along and sing the lyrics. You had to admit that the songs he picked were catchy and you began to dance along with him even though you didn’t know the words or what they meant. You just loved seeing how happy the music made your boyfriend.

Lewis Hamilton

One of your and Lewis’ mutual friends was a pretty famous singer and she wanted the two of you to be in a music video for her latest song. Of course you both had enthusiastically agreed. You were on set for the day, shooting various scenes where you were walking around the city together. Finally to end the video, your friend had told you to just dance to the music together in your own way. Lewis gave you a warm smile as you began to move your hips to the beat. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, just for you to land laughing in his arms. Your bodies continued to move to the music until the song ended and you kissed as the final note played on the set.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing you and Danny always liked to do was karaoke, even though neither of you were particularly good singers. Daniel was so passionate about music that he was always down to sing to his favorite songs, even if it meant showcasing his not so great voice. This particular night, Scotty and Chloe had egged you both on into doing a duet. Standing on the stage, you both belted the lyrics to your favorite song, dancing around the music without a care in the world. You took a bow when you were finished singing and immediately went to cue up another song, not wanting your musical moment with Danny to end.

Yuki Tsunoda

A week ago, Yuki had told you that he had never played the Just Dance games growing up. You immediately decided that you needed to fix this and planned a date night in where the two of you could play the game together. While you waited for your takeout food to arrive at the house, you took Yuki through your personal favorite dances. At first you beat him easily, as you had some memory of which dance moves would come next. But as the night went on, Yuki began to catch up with you and eventually outscore you at your own game. Your food arrived and you demanded a rematch after the meal, as you weren’t one to simply lose. Yuki laughed and agreed to keep playing and you both ended up laughing and dancing together late into the night.

Alex Albon

It was a depressing rainy afternoon and you had been curled up feeling sad all day. Alex had been on a call with his race engineer for work, but once he finished he immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked you what was wrong and you replied, “Nothing much, it’s just a gloomy day.” Alex told you he had an idea and to follow him. You did and he led you downstairs and out the front door. You stood where it was dry as Alex ran out into the rain. “Come on, baby, let’s dance in the rain!” he shouted and you couldn’t help but smile and run out to join him. Even though you both got soaked, you had an amazing time splashing through the puddles in the arms of your amazing boyfriend. When you went back inside, you both curled up in warm blankets and dry clothes. Only one movie came in mind to watch, Singin’ in the Rain.

Logan Sargeant

Logan had got a bad result in qualifying and was feeling down about his chances during the morning of race day. He had been tense all morning, so he was relieved when he was allowed to go take a quick break in his driver’s room. He walked in the door to see you waiting for him. You could tell Logan had been feeling down. An idea came to mind and when he sat down next to you. You turned your phone’s volume up and hit play on Logan’s favorite hype song. You got up and started dancing and singing to the lyrics. Logan started to smile and even got up to dance alongside you. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered to you as he pulled you close. “That’s just what I needed.”

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