#CLUBBING

[gleafer]

A snippet from my 80s romcom comic that’ll debut on my Patreon/Gleafer this spring!

Girls just wanna have fun, yo!

[marshmallowmimi]

So you took me clubbing huh?💕

I got all dolled up for you💅 So I hope you AT LEAST buy me a drink or two🥰

Got any ideas of what we could do after we’re done here?😘

[solemnandsleazy]

[vintage-tigre]

"Nightclub Zinc in Dubai" vs. "Four of Cups" tarot card

[leaslichoma]

Apparently in China peach wood (Along with the rest of the plant) is believed to have properties that repel evil spirits, a little similar to silver in European legends or iron for both European fae and West Asian/Middle eastern Jinn. Taoists sometimes keep swords made of peach wood because of this. This made me realize something. If you took a peach wood stick, and attached studs to it of both silver and iron you'd end up with a club or staff (or mace, flail etc.) that would have the weaknesses of many kinds of supernatural creatures while still retaining effectiveness as a normal weapon (peach is a hardwood and silver's poor edge retention doesn't matter for studs). You could even keep adding new stud materials to get something ridiculous that affects over 120 catalogued folkloric monsters. Since you just need a few little studs you could even get some really expensive materials like meteoric iron (a thumb tip sized meteorite can still cost like 10-20 bucks I think). I could somewhat feasibly make a weapon that affects every monster ever thought to walk the earth, from vampires and werewolves to jinn and jiangshi and even mankind.

[incognitopolls]

Anon doesn't enjoy clubbing at all, but wants to hear about the other side, if that side exists on the introvert website.

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[facts-i-just-made-up]

I know I shouldn't have googled him after all these years but it's no surprise Sgnörvu owns a cybertruck and trades crypto now:

That slimy asshole, some eldritch beings get everything handed to them in life.

[xo100]

Club - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: You bump into Lando Norris at a club, sparking a flirty connection. After a fun night, you exchange numbers.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1324

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The club was buzzing with music, flashing lights, and laughter as Lando Norris and his best friend, Max Fewtrell, strolled inside, soaking up the electric atmosphere of Monaco's nightlife. They’d become regulars at the hottest clubs, both enjoying the release and freedom that came with an adrenaline-filled F1 season.

Tonight, though, felt a little different. Lando wasn’t quite sure why yet, but he could feel it. Maybe it was the energy in the air, maybe it was the fact that the Monaco Grand Prix was just around the corner, or maybe it was something—or someone—he hadn’t met yet.

Max had already gravitated towards the bar, ordering shots for them both. Lando, more on the relaxed side that night, looked around the dance floor. Bodies were moving to the beat, swaying under the neon lights, but he wasn’t ready to join in just yet. “ You good, mate?” Max grinned as he handed Lando a drink, already buzzing from the energy and a few earlier rounds.

“Yeah, just checking things out,” Lando replied, scanning the dance floor.

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On the other side of the club, you and your best friend were lost in the moment, dancing together to the beat of the music, laughing and cheering each other on. It was one of those nights where everything felt carefree, where nothing mattered except the moment. The crowd was thick, and with the music pulsing through your veins, you didn’t notice the space around you shrinking.

That is, until you accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” you exclaimed, looking up at the guy whose back you had just collided with.

Lando turned around, slightly startled, but when his eyes met yours, his expression softened into an easy smile. “No worries at all,” he replied, his voice barely audible over the booming music. His accent was unmistakable—British, smooth—and somehow comforting. For a split second, you were caught off guard. You didn’t realize who he was at first, just that he had the kind of grin that made you feel like everything was instantly better.

Max, who had witnessed the entire interaction, nudged Lando with a teasing look. “Looks like someone’s making new friends.” You laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I swear, I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Lando chuckled. “Well, if it was on purpose, that’s one way to get my attention.” His eyes sparkled under the club lights, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Guess it worked, then,” you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“Definitely.” Lando stepped a little closer, the music thumping in the background as the two of you stood there, your friends momentarily forgotten. “You come here often?”

You shrugged, still smiling. “Not really. Just here for a fun night with my friend.” Lando glanced toward your best friend, who was still dancing, then back at you. “Seems like you’re having a good time.”

“Yeah, and I think I just made it better by bumping into you.”

Max, who had been listening in, couldn’t help but laugh loudly, slapping Lando on the back. “Mate, she’s good! You’re gonna have to keep up.” Lando shot him a look, but there was no hiding his grin. He was intrigued by you, by the ease of the conversation, and how natural it felt to be standing there talking like you’d known each other forever. Usually, nights out were fun, but they blurred together. But tonight? You had somehow made it stand out.

“Do you wanna dance?” Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

You felt a spark of excitement flicker in your chest, but you played it cool. “Are you sure you can keep up with me?”

His competitive streak kicked in, and Lando smirked. “Oh, I think I can handle it.”

With a playful nudge, you both moved onto the dance floor, joining the crowd as the DJ switched the track to something a little faster, a little more intense. You could feel Lando’s presence next to you, the warmth of his body as the two of you moved in sync to the music. His eyes never left yours, and every time you looked over, he had that same cheeky grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t the best dancer—not by a long shot—but the fact that he didn’t care made it even more fun. He let loose, spinning you around with a laugh, not caring if he got the steps wrong or if he bumped into someone else. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the two of you lost in the moment.

Max, on the sidelines, gave a thumbs-up to Lando before disappearing back toward the bar to give his friend some space.

As the night went on, you and Lando kept dancing, joking, and sharing easy conversation in between songs. At one point, you found yourself standing off to the side, catching your breath while the music pumped around you. “I have to ask,” you said, tilting your head as you looked up at him. “Do you always meet girls by having them bump into you?”

Lando laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s a first. But I think I’m gonna make it a thing now.”

“You should,” you teased. “Works like a charm.”

The conversation flowed easily, and Lando felt a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the heat of the club. There was something about you—something he couldn’t quite put into words. Maybe it was your sense of humor, or the way you didn’t seem fazed by who he was, treating him like anyone else. Whatever it was, he liked it.

“I’m Lando, by the way,” he said after a beat, extending his hand with a smile.

“I know,” you admitted, shaking his hand. “I recognized you after a few seconds. I just didn’t want to be that person who says it right away.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Lando said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand before he let it go.

“And I’m Y/N,” you added with a soft smile.

“I like it,” Lando said, his voice quieter now as the music shifted to something slower, the lights dimming around you both.

For a moment, everything seemed to fall away. It was just the two of you in that crowded club, standing a little too close but neither of you caring. You could feel the pull between you, something unspoken but undeniable. Lando hesitated for a second, then leaned down slightly, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“So, Y/N,” he began, his eyes locking onto yours, “what do I have to do to see you again?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, surprised by the question but also thrilled. You hadn’t expected anything from tonight—just a fun night out with your friend—but here you were, Lando Norris standing in front of you, asking for more time with you.

“Well,” you replied, biting your lip as you pretended to think it over. “I’d say don’t let me bump into anyone else tonight, and we can call it a deal.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

As the night drew on, the two of you stayed together, talking and laughing like you’d known each other for much longer than just a few hours. And as the club started to empty and the night air cooled, Lando realized that tonight had been different. It had been more than just a usual night out in Monaco. And as he walked you outside to make sure you got home safely, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something unexpected, something exciting.

You exchanged numbers before parting ways, a soft promise hanging in the air between you both that this wouldn’t be the last time. And as Lando watched you disappear into the night, he couldn’t help but smile.

This was just the beginning.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; Thank you for readying! I hope you enjoyed it!

[eldstunga]

No dancing for a bit. Sketch comm for @luciddreamsofmachines <3

[ferrarifudds]

Change. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Friend!reader

Summary: When you look a little too good for a night clubbing out with Lando and friends.

Word Count: 2.3k

Disclaimer/s: suggestive??? ish… POSSESIVE!LANDO. kinda made me AUUUUGGGH when writing.

Vera’s Voice! I MEAN what i said about making me AUUUGGGHH when writing. cuz ohhhh boy. there’s probs plenty of things like this out there but 👅 wassuhhhh. hope u enjoy!!! ^_^

Lando had been sitting on your couch for the past thirty minutes, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he waited for you to finish getting ready. You’d already told him “five more minutes” three times now, and he was growing restless.

“Come onnnnn!” You could hear his irritated groan from down the hall. “Max and them are already there, I’m getting gray hairs!” He complained.

“Alright! Alright!” A small laugh escaped your lips as you were coincidentally walking out of your room, ready as ever. “I’m done!” Your voice rang out as you rummaged through your purse, double checking and making sure you had every essential needed for tonight.

With another exaggerated sigh, he shot up from his spot and glanced from his phone lazily, ready to toss out some sarcastic quip about you taking ages—until his eyes landed on you.

His jaw nearly dropped.

You were wearing a figure-hugging black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Your red top sat delicately on your shoulders, the hem ending just a bit higher than what Lando would have preferred. Paired with black boots, your hair and makeup perfectly done, you looked… well, effortlessly stunning.

He blinked once. Then twice.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Wow.”

You frowned, pausing in the middle of adjusting your top. “What? Do I look bad?”

His eyes widened, shooting up to yours as he quickly shook his head. “Oh—No! Noo. No, no, no. Not bad at all.”

You raised a brow as he stammered over his words, his face growing increasingly red. “No?”

“No,” He muttered again, scratching the back of his neck. His gaze flickered down and back up quickly, as if he couldn’t help himself but glance at every inch of you. “You look… really good. Like, really good.”

The corner of your lips tugged into a shy smile. “Oh. Well… thank you!”

For some reason, Lando didn’t smile back. Instead, his expression tightened slightly, his brows furrowing in the faintest way.

“But um..” He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “Are you… uh—Ahem.” His voice cracked mid sentence. “Are you sure you wanna go out in that?”

The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off.

And it was about to go off.

On him.

You squinted your eyes before quirking a brow and crossing your arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lando winced. “Nothing bad! It’s just… y’know. The club can get a little… wild. And I just… it’s a bit—” He gestured vaguely at your outfit.

“It’s a bit what?” You tilted your head, challenging him.

“Short,” He said finally, almost inaudibly. “It’s short.”

“Lando.” You stared at him in disbelief, eyes now wide as your raised your brows. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m just saying!” He lifted his hands defensively. “You don’t wanna deal with guys being weird or staring at you like—like—”

“Like what?” You cut him off, glaring. “Like how you’re staring at me right now?”

Lando’s cheeks flushed. “I’m not staring!”

“You are.” You stepped forward, amused now as you watched him squirm. “Pig.”

“Come on! Don’t be like that!” Lando sighed. “You—you know what I mean..” He wasn’t sure how to word anything at the moment.

“Are you flustered, Lando Norris?”

“Wha—pSsshhh. No.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but at you.

“Liar.”

“I’m not!”

“Uh-huh.” You smirked, leaning closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

“You’re acting weird,” You teased, poking his chest lightly. “What, you don’t like my outfit?”

“That’s not it,” Lando mumbled, eyes finally meeting yours. Something in his expression softened, his voice quieter when he added, “It’s because I do like it.. Like a lot.”

For a moment, you froze, your heart skipping a beat.

“Oh…”

Well, that caught you off guard.

Lando shifted closer now, his usual cheeky grin replaced with something more serious, more… tender.

“I just… I don’t like the thought of every guy in the club looking at you like you’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Like I’m what?” you prompted softly.

“Like you’re something they can just have,” He said, his voice steady this time.

“Because you’re not.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at you—intense and unguarded—made your skin warm.

“Well, it’s not like you have to worry about that,” You said quietly, trying to ignore how flustered you felt under his gaze. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” His lips tugged into a small smile. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

You stared at him for a beat, your heart pounding against your ribs. “Good thing I dressed for myself and not for you!” A cheeky grin played at your lips.

“Oh, come on.” He shut his eyes tightly and let out a wide smiled laugh.

“Are you jealous?” You asked, testing him.

He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he let out another sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“Maybe,” He admitted softly.

You blinked. You really hadn’t expected that.

“…You’re jealous!” You repeated, a teasing grin breaking across your face as your voice was practically taunting.

Lando groaned, tipping his head back dramatically as if to escape the moment entirely. “I said maybe,” He muttered, voice muffled, cheeks turning impossibly redder.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, though the sound felt tighter than you wanted it to. Something about the way he looked at you—the way his eyes burned into yours with that soft intensity—had your stomach twisting, your pulse quickening.

“You’re crazy,” You murmured, stepping back just slightly to give yourself some breathing room. It was stupid how much his gaze had affected you—how much he affected you.

“Yeah, well…” Lando sighed, his expression shifting to something unreadable. He glanced down at the floor for a second before looking up at you again, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone thinking they’ve got a chance with you… when they don’t.”

And now.

Your heart stopped.

Huh?

The air in the room thickened, and you suddenly felt hyper-aware of every inch of yourself—of him. You swallowed hard, feeling your throat dry up.

“Why… why would it matter if they did?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a challenge wrapped in curiosity.

Lando stepped toward you this time, closing the distance you’d put between you two. “Because I can’t have people embarrass themselves,” He said simply, his words heavy, deliberate.

Your breath hitched. He was close now—close enough that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him, close enough that your knees felt dangerously weak. Your mind screamed at you to say something, anything, to break the tension.

But then he tilted his head just slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet yours.

You froze.

“Lando.” You started, your voice shaky, but you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” His voice was so low it sent shivers down your spine. “Tell me you’d let anyone in the club have a chance with you.”

You blinked, stunned. “I—I mean, that’s not—”

“That’s not what?” He murmured. There was barely an inch between you now, his body heat radiating onto you like a fire you couldn’t escape. He was looking at you like he was waiting for something, like he was daring you.

You felt dizzy, caught in the push and pull of whatever the hell this was.

“You don’t get to decide what I do,” You managed to say, though your voice was far weaker than you’d intended.

“I know.” His eyes softened, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “But you know, I’d kill any guy who even looked at your way tonight.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You couldn’t think straight—not with the way he was looking at you, not with the way he stood so close.

“You’re insane,” You whispered finally, though the words held no real weight.

Lando grinned. “Yeah? Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Oh.

Your heart stuttered.

God damnit.

You knew you should say something snarky—something to diffuse this unbearable tension that had your body practically buzzing. But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

Instead, you looked up at him through your lashes, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“…Maybe I like it when you get jealous.”

Lando stilled, his expression faltering for half a second before his lips curved into something that was far too dangerous—a mix of smug and something else that you couldn’t quite name.

“Careful,” He whispered, his voice dropping into something almost husky, “or I’ll start thinking you have a little crush on me.”

The room felt like it was spinning now, and the tension between you both was so palpable you were sure you could reach out and touch it.

“And what if I do?” You shot back, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere but at his lips.

For a moment, everything was silent. And then—

“Then I’d say I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

Your breath hitched, your pulse pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else. Lando’s words hung in the air like a loaded promise, and the way he looked at you—eyes dark, jaw tight—sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so full of yourself,” You whispered, but your voice cracked, betraying you completely.

“Am I?” His lips tugged into a slow, teasing smirk, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were serious. “Because I think I’m just being honest.”

You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body screaming at you to move, to say something, to do something.

But you couldn’t.

You were frozen, stuck under the weight of him and the truth of what he’d just said.

“I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

The worst part was you knew it was true. You’d felt this coming for months—maybe even longer—and you’d been avoiding it, brushing it off as nothing more than harmless banter.

But now, standing here with him so close, with his words replaying in your head like a song you couldn’t shake, it was impossible to deny.

Your silence stretched on, the tension between you growing tighter and tighter, winding like a coil ready to snap.

“Say something,” Lando murmured, his voice soft now, his tone almost… pleading.

You blinked up at him, your own voice barely a whisper. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re done pretending.” He stepped impossibly closer, the tips of his shoes brushing yours. “That you feel it too.”

Your heart thudded painfully, your breath catching in your throat. His words shouldn’t have made you this weak—this vulnerable—but they did.

Because you did feel it. The magnetic pull toward him, the way your skin lit up when he was near, the way he could unravel you with just a look.

Finally, you found your voice. “I’m not pretending.”

Lando exhaled, almost like he’d been holding his breath, his gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand hovered at his side, his fingers flexing like he was resisting the urge to reach for you.

“Good.” He smirked faintly, but his voice was serious when he added, “Then let’s get one thing straight.”

You arched a brow, trying to mask how shaky your legs felt. “And what’s that?”

“You’re not leaving my side tonight.”

You blinked, surprised by the possessive edge to his voice. “Lando—”

“Non-negotiable.” He cut you off, his hand finally moving to rest at your waist—light, cautious, but firm enough that you felt its weight. “I meant what I said earlier. I don’t trust anyone else in there. So if we’re doing this—if you’re mine—”

“Yours?” You interrupted, though your voice was breathless now, the single word escaping before you could stop it.

Lando grinned, the kind of grin that made you feel like the ground had been pulled out from under you. “Yeah. Mine.” His thumb brushed against the hem of your top, the small movement sending a jolt through you.

“And I don’t share.”

You couldn’t breathe. It was like every word out of his mouth was knocking the wind out of you, leaving you reeling.

You should’ve pushed him away—told him he was being ridiculous and that you could handle yourself.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, “Fine.”

Lando’s grin softened into something warmer—something real—as his hand tightened ever so slightly around your waist. “Fine?”

“Fine,” You repeated, your voice steadying as you looked up at him. “But if you’re going to stay glued to my side all night, you better not embarrass me.”

Lando laughed, the sound sending warmth flooding through your chest. “No promises.”

You wanted to argue, to push back and tell him he couldn’t just claim you like that. But you couldn’t—because deep down, some part of you wanted it.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to steady your racing heart. “You’re a little too confident, aren’t you?” You muttered, though the bite in your words was weakened by the way your voice trembled.

Lando’s grin softened into something that made your knees weak. “Not confident. Just sure.” His gaze flickered across your face—your lips, your eyes—and for a brief moment, he hesitated. Then, as if unable to hold back, he added quietly,

“And for the record, I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Not just tonight.”

The sincerity in his voice knocked the air from your lungs. He said it so simply, so effortlessly, like it was a fact he’d been carrying with him for far too long. And yet, it left you speechless, your mind spinning.

You stared at him, trying to process his words—trying to process him. “Always?” You whispered, like you needed confirmation that you hadn’t imagined it.

Lando held your gaze, his expression soft but unwavering. “Always.”

And just like that, the moment broke—but the tension lingered.

He didn’t let go of you as you finally grabbed the last bit of your things and headed for the door. In fact, his hand never once left your waist, his touch burning into you in the best way possible.

And as you stepped into the night, surrounded by the hum of music and people, you realized something:

You weren’t pretending anymore.

And neither was he.

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tags! @planetpedri @halfwayhearted @wdcbox

[theyrealllesbians]

"Oi, mate, you're getting a bit creepy over there" Remus punctuated his statement with a kick to James's ankle. A low blow, literally. James shrieked a little and grabbed at his foot.

"Barely. That guy's the creepy one" He nodded over to a guy stood at the bar, at least 20 feet away from Regulus, simply looking at Regulus and Sirius dancing. "Does it not piss you off? Guys looking at them in such a... predatory way?" James wafted his hands around as if that would help him put across his point any better.

"Not really. I know Sirius is hot, so it's always gonna happen. Besides I know he can handle himself if anyone goes too far. Obviously I don't love it, but I just let it be I guess" Remus shrugs nonchalantly. James wished he could be as chilled out as Remus, but he just couldn't. The fire in his chest simply would not die down and before he knew it he was knocking back the rest of his rum and coke before pushing himself up from the booth they were sat at.

He quickly covered the 15 or so feet that he was away from Regulus before grabbing him by the hips and spinning him into his chest. "Sorry pads, stealing this one for a bit." Sirius only looked mildly bewildered before he shrugged and went to where Remus was in the booth.

"What the hell?" Regulus asked, pulling back so that he could actually look at James.

"Nothing!" James answered too defensively. "I just wanted to dance with you."

He spun Regulus around again, earning a hit to the chest and a mumbled "you're gonna make me motion sick if you don't cut it out mister". James ground lightly into Regulus's arse, keeping both hands firmly planted on his hips.

Regulus hummed softly, tangling his fingers in the back of James's hair whispering "what's this really about?"

"Guys kept staring at you. Didn't like it." James pouted, shoving his face into Regulus's neck to pepper kisses up and down his neck.

"You're an idiot" Regulus smiled, grabbing James's left hand and entwining their fingers before grinding back into him.

"Your idiot." James reminded him.

"Of course baby. You're my idiot. All mine." He placed a quick kiss on James's palm before carrying on dancing, both ignoring everyone else but each other.

[k3y-nd-l0ck]

dreaming about a lesbian (or multiple) getting me drunk at the club, making out and grinding against me and making me all wet and easy

[maevedoodle]

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Pairing-Bucky Barnes x Drunk F!Reader

Summary-Inspired by the lyrics of Video Games by Lana Del Rey. “He holds me in his big arms, drunk, and I am seeing stars.”

Tags-Fluff,Drunk reader,Protective Bucky Barnes,Soft Bucky Barnes,Caretaking,Established Relationship,Friends with benefits,at a bar,Caring Bucky Barnes

Word count-2.9k

A/n- TWO IN ONE DAY?!? IM HUSTLING (making this one cause the other one wasn’t really long)

The night had started with a simple plan.

Everyone needed a break. You and the team had been cooped up in the Tower for too long, tension running high from endless missions and late night debriefs. So, for once, you all agreed on the same thing, a night out.

The decision had been quick, no fancy restaurants or quiet lounges. A club was the obvious choice, a place where you could all drown out the stress with pounding music and flashing lights.

No mission talk, no strategy planning, just a night to let loose. You were just as eager as the rest, excitement buzzing in your chest as you got ready.

Dressed for the occasion, you'd picked out something that made you feel confident something that hugged your figure just right, the black fabric smooth against your skin.

Natasha had taken it upon herself to do your makeup, her skilled hands steady as she swiped a brush across your cheekbone. "Hold still," she murmured, eyes narrowed in concentration as she perfected the sharp wing of your eyeliner.

She was always precise, making sure every detail was flawless. In the background, Wanda was multitasking, her magic flickering through the room as she shuffled through songs, the volume rising and falling with each new track.

She was halfway into her outfit, hopping on one foot as she pulled on her heels, grinning as she caught your reflection in the mirror. "You're gonna turn heads tonight," she teased, adjusting the straps of her dress before spinning back toward her phone.

She shot you a knowing glance through the mirror, her grin widening. "Especially Bucky's," she teased, her tone dripping with amusement.

Natasha leaned back, tilting her head as she admired her work. "There," she said, satisfied. "Perfect."

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, turning your head slightly to take in the sharp liner, the flawless blend of colors, the way everything came together just right.

A pleased smile tugged at your lips before you turned back to Wanda. "Bucky is a friend, Wanda."

"With benefits," Natasha added smoothly, arms crossing over her chest. "Nope, just a friend," you murmured under your breath, giving her a pointed look. But you knew better than that. You and Bucky just hadn't put a label on it yet.

There was something unspoken between you and Bucky, a line you both danced around but never fully crossed. He was there when you needed him steady, unwavering, always within reach. And you were the same for him.

Late night conversations that stretched until dawn, lingering touches that never quite felt accidental, the way he always pulled you just a little closer than necessary.

It wasn't just friendship, but it wasn't something either of you had defined, either. Maybe you were both too stubborn. Maybe you were both too scared. But whatever it was, it existed in that space between, waiting for one of you to acknowledge it.

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

The club was alive with energy, the bass thrumming through the floor, neon lights casting shifting colors over the crowd. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume, laughter and conversation blending into the music.

You were already a few drinks in, the warmth spreading through your limbs as you moved through the sea of people. You all had claimed a booth near the back, drinks scattered across the table, everyone unwinding in their own way.

Clint and Tony were at the bar, both arguing with the bartender over some ridiculous question, their voices rising in exaggerated disbelief. Clint was leaning over the counter, shaking his head dramatically as he laughed.

Attempting to get the bartender to admit that the cocktail they ordered was just 'too complicated for a regular guy to understand.' Tony, on the other hand, was insisting that the bartender wasn't making the right choice of adorn for his drink, which had clearly left Clint irritated but still amused.

Thor, Bruce, and Steve were huddled around a chess table in the corner of the club, engrossed in a match with a few older guys who were getting increasingly frustrated with their moves. Thor, loud and boisterous, kept insisting his pieces were better than the opponents.

Bruce was quietly analyzing every move with a small, knowing smile. Steve, ever the patient one, was carefully strategizing, giving his opponents a fair challenge while keeping the conversation going about the history of chess. The older guys were having trouble keeping up.

The unmistakable beat of "Champagne Coast" began to pulse through the club, and in an instant, Natasha grabbed two shots from the table, downing hers in a quick motion. She passed one to you and Wanda, who eagerly followed suit, the burn of the alcohol creeping down your throats.

"It's our song!" Natasha screamed over the thumping bass, her eyes wide with excitement. Without waiting for any kind of response, she yanked you both by the arms, pulling you toward the dance floor.

The alcohol hit faster now, the warmth spreading through your limbs, giving everything a hazy, electric feeling. You couldn't help but laugh as Natasha's infectious energy took over, her body moving effortlessly to the rhythm as you tried to catch up.

Wanda was right beside you, her smile matching Natasha's enthusiasm. Together, the three of you became a whirlwind of movement, swaying and bouncing to the beat.

You could barely focus on anything else except the music, the flashing lights, and the rush of joy that came with being completely lost in the moment.

The alcohol continued through your veins faster than expected, the warmth beginning to spread from your stomach out to your limbs again making everything feel just a little bit lighter, a little bit fuzzier.

Your steps became a bit less steady, but the rhythm of the music carried you, and you couldn't help but laugh at how carefree you felt.

The world around you blurred, the flashing lights bouncing off your skin, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. Natasha twirled you around with ease, and you stumbled slightly, your vision doing a quick spin before you regained your balance.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now but the music, the laughter, and the way Natasha and Wanda's energy seemed to feed into yours.

Lost in the energy of the night, you couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching you. It was a subtle thing at first, just the faintest prickling sensation on the back of your neck.

But then, you caught it Bucky's gaze, locked on you from across the room. He was sitting at the booth with a cup of whiskey in his hand, his eyes dark and focused, following your every move.

There was a hunger in his stare, something that made the hairs on your arms stand up. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity of his gaze was undeniable. It was like he couldn't look away, even as he took a slow sip of his drink.

You felt a shiver run through you, the alcohol in your system making you more aware of his presence than usual.

The song eventually came to an end, the last beat echoing in your chest as the energy on the dance floor started to end.

Natasha, still full of excitement, tugged at your arm with a grin. "Come on, let's get more shots!" she called, practically dragging you and Wanda toward the bar.

You stumbled slightly, the alcohol already buzzing in your veins, and followed her to the stools where the three of you could catch your breath.

The club was louder now, the chatter of the crowd mixing with the heavy bass, but it didn't matter. The only thing you were focused on was the next round of shots, and the rush they'd bring.

You sat down on one of the barstools, your legs feeling just a little too wobbly as you steadied yourself, trying to shake off the slight dizziness.

Wanda slid onto the stool beside you, while Natasha quickly flagged down the bartender for more drinks, her voice carrying over the noise of the club. The three of you leaned in, laughing and joking.

As the bartender set down the new shots in front of you, you couldn't help but grin, the alcohol making everything seem funnier than it probably was.

After finishing your shot, you slumped slightly against the counter, your head spinning, but not in a bad way. The club around you felt like it was spinning too, a whirlwind of lights and music. You tilted your head, staring off into the distance for a second, and then suddenly, a thought popped into your head.

"You know, I think Bucky might actually be a human sized puppy," you said loudly, your words coming out more sluggish than you realized. "Like one of those big fluffy ones that sits in your lap but has no idea how strong his legs are."

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a glance, both bursting out into laughter as they processed what you'd just said. You continued, blissfully unaware pointing at Bucky across the room.

"Like, he's probably the type to—uh—like, be all quiet and brooding until you scratch behind his ears," you added with a goofy smile, completely convinced of your brilliance.

Natasha snorted, shaking her head. "I don't know if Bucky's ever been compared to a puppy, but you're onto something." You grinned, nodding sagely as if you had unlocked a great truth. "Right?! Like—he's just all—silent and then BAM here's my big soft side!'"

Wanda laughed so hard, she nearly spilled her drink. "You've had enough shots for tonight, haven't you?" You waved her off with a big, sloppy grin. "Noooo—I'm just—I'm just right."

You gave them both a confident thumbs up, then took another shot like it was going to make everything even out.

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

You didn't know how you ended up on the table, but there you were, swaying to the beat with a carefree smile plastered on your face. The lights from the club spun around you, flashing like a strobe as the music pulsed in your chest.

You could hear the laughter from your Nat and Wanda, the sounds of phones clicking and flashes going off as everyone recorded your own little dance party.

You sat down on one of the barstools, your legs feeling just a little too wobbly as you steadied yourself, trying to shake off the slight dizziness.

The laughter filled the air, everyone enjoying the ridiculousness of it all. Everyone was laughing except for Bucky. His eyes locked onto you from across the room, his jaw slightly clenched as he made his way toward you.

He was heading over with a determined stride, and you couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze had shifted from amusement to something else.

"Here comes the fun police," Natasha teased, tugging at your skirt to get your attention. You groaned, suddenly aware of how tipsy and carefree you were.

You quickly turned the other way, hoping Bucky would just walk away and leave you to your antics. You knew he wouldn't approve, but in that moment, you didn't care. You were having fun, and nothing else mattered.

"Maybe if I pretend I don't see him, he'll go away," you mumbled to Natasha, your words slurring slightly.

As you continued to sway, you heard the shuffle of footsteps growing closer. The next thing you knew, Bucky had shifted around to the other side of the table, standing right in front of you now. His eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his stare making your stomach flip.

"Having fun?" he asked, his voice low but amused, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. You nodded, grinning widely, the alcohol making everything feel lighter, easier.

"You gonna join me?" you asked, your words a little slurred but full of mischief. The idea of him joining you on the table made you giggle, but you could tell by the way his gaze sharpened that he wasn't so sure about your dumb idea.

As you continued to sway to the music, your foot caught awkwardly on the edge of the table, and for a split second, it felt like you were about to lose your balance.

But you managed to catch yourself just in time, your hands shooting out to steady yourself. Bucky, watching intently, didn't seem as relieved as you. His expression shifted to one of concern.

"Get off the table," he said firmly, his voice laced with a protective tone. His eyes never left you, his body still tense as if ready to step in if needed.

You shook your head with a grin, still not willing to give up the fun just yet. "Nope," you replied, swaying slightly but standing firm. "I'm having fun."

Bucky's expression hardened, his patience clearly running thin. "Get off the table," he repeated, voice now tinged with authority.

Your eyes narrow as you still face him, your grin still in place despite the tipsy fuzziness clouding your thoughts. "No, you're not my dad," you shot back with a playful, drunken slur. "And you certainly aren't my boyfriend."

Bucky's expression dropped, the playful tension in his face melting into something more brooding and moody. His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with something deeper something unreadable, but it was enough to make you pause, even in your tipsy state.

"Fine," he muttered, voice darker now, with a finality that left no room for debate. Before you could react, Bucky stepped forward, his hand gripping your waist with surprising firmness. Without any more words, he threw you effortlessly over his shoulder.

"Bucky, what the hell?" you snapped, your voice sharp despite the fuzziness in your head. "Why are you doing this? Why can't I just have fun?"

You could feel the tension in your body, your frustration rising. "I'm fine, Bucky. I'm not falling off the table, let me have some fun!" you argued, struggling a little against his hold, but the alcohol in your system made it harder than you expected.

Bucky didn't falter, his grip on you unyielding as he moved with purpose. "You almost fell off the table." he stated voice calm but firm. "You're drunk and you need to eat before you go to bed. This isn't fun anymore; it's dangerous."

You seethed, not used to being treated like this. But there was no way around it Bucky wasn't backing down. He was right, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.

Bucky nodded at Tony, a silent gesture that made Tony give him a small, knowing look. Bucky didn't need to say anything more. He was taking you back to the tower, and that was final.

As he started walking toward the car, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. The alcohol in your system made everything feel hazy and distant, but at the same time, everything felt lighter.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "The sky is spinning," you said, your words slurring slightly as you gazed up at the night sky. "Look at the stars Bucky. They're so beautiful tonight." Your voice was soft.

Bucky didn't say anything, but you could feel his arm tighten around your waist, you couldn't help but let your gaze drop to his arm, the muscles flexing under his shirt with every step.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to focus. Everything seemed so much more vivid now, even though you were dizzy from the alcohol.

"Bucky..." you murmured, your voice drifting as you reached up to run your fingers over his bicep, the muscle firm and unyielding beneath your touch. "Damn, your huge." Your fingers squeezed gently, fascinated by the strength in his arm. "Is this like all from training?"

Bucky's body tensed a little at your touch, but he didn't pull away. He just gave a soft, amused sigh. "Yeah all from training." he said, though there was a faint edge to his voice that almost sounded like he was trying to hide the amusement in his tone.

You nodded, still mesmerized by the strength you could feel just under the surface of his skin. "No way—I need to start training," you said dreamily, giving his arm one last squeeze before your eyes drifted to the stars again, but then it shifted to Bucky again, his solid frame holding you securely.

You felt a sudden wave of affection, the alcohol making everything seem warmer, more intimate. "I feel like a princess," you whispered, your voice soft and sincere. "You should hold me like this all the time." You let out a content sigh, nuzzling into his chest a little as you relaxed in his hold.

Bucky looked down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before his lips quirked slightly. "You're drunk," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You shook your head, your eyes locking onto his with surprising seriousness for someone in your state. "No," you murmured, your voice steady, "I mean it. I really mean it."

Bucky's expression softened, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes met yours with a hint of amusement, though his grip on you remained steady.

"Well, in that case," he said, his voice low and slightly teasing, "let me know when you need holding." His words, though light, felt oddly sincere as he continued to carry you back to the car.

As Bucky continued walking, his pace steady and focused, you couldn't shake the thought in your head. The alcohol still had its grip on you, but something in the air felt different, more intense. You looked up at him, swaying slightly in his arms, and your voice, soft and unsure, broke the silence.

"Bucky, can I have a kiss?" you asked, your words slow, a little slurred but full of a quiet longing. Bucky faltered for a moment, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. "Take it back," he muttered, shaking his head. "You're drunk."

You frowned slightly, your lips pouting a little, but then you gathered your thoughts, looking at him with determination. "But my feelings the ones I'm feeling now for you, aren't confused."

Bucky's gaze softened, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with the pull between his protective instincts and whatever else was flickering behind his eyes.

But before he could respond, you'd reached the car. Bucky opened the passenger side door, carefully placing you in the seat and buckling you up with the utmost care.

When he finished, he gave you a quick peck on the lips. It was soft, a fleeting brush of his lips against yours. You immediately smiled, a satisfied look on your face, but then you couldn't resist.

"One more," you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes. Bucky chuckled, the sound light but full of warmth. He leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your lips, this one lingering a little longer. But you weren't done yet.

"One more," you insisted, your voice teasing.

This time, Bucky laughed outright, his chest rumbling with the sound. "You're relentless," he teased, shaking his head. But he gave in, leaning in once more for a final kiss. When he pulled back, he smiled down at you, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something deeper.

"Alright, alright," he said, his voice warm and soft, "One more. You happy now?" You smiled contentedly, leaning back in the seat as the car's engine roared to life, the night feeling a little more magical than it had just moments before.

[vintage-tigre]

Madonna dancing at a Parisian nightclub, 1990

[st44rgirlxo]

clubbing with katsuki is always fun

as you add the finishing touches to your makeup. katsuki walks into your shared room. he leans against the door frame watching you.

“are you almost done you’ve been doing your makeup for hours, we need to leave” he growls

“ok ok geez im almost done hold on”

“your not even changed yet, your still have my shirt on”

ignoring him you get up and pick up the clothes laid down on your bed and head to the bathroom.

after a few minutes you walk out in a black mini skirt and a dark red halter top. grabbing your keys and purse you walk out to the living room.

katsuki is sitting on the couch with his phone in his hands mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

“fuck you look good ma”

you smile and kiss him. his hands make their way to your waist. the kiss starts to get heated but you pull away before it goes any further.

“babe we need to go cmon”’

“tch, we don’t even have to go let’s just stay here”

“we can’t and you know that kats”

he grumbles and gets up anyway. as he grabs his car keys he grabs his coat.

“bring a sweater your gonna get cold”

“no i don’t need one beside it would ruin my outfit and my tits look so good in this top”

“whatever don’t come crying to me when your freezing”

you both walk out the door and get in katsukis car. once you get in you start touching up your makeup in the car mirror. he bought you one that lights up.

his hands make his way to rest on your thigh. occasionally squeezing it. you hold his hand and caress it with his thumb.

as your arrive to the nightclub you spotted your friends walking in. you both get out of the car and instantly the cool wind hits you.

the second you walk up to your friends shots are immediately handed to you and katsuki “fuckkk yeah” you pour a shot in your mouth like it’s water

just by the looks of it katsuki knew he was going to have to be taking extra care of you tonight.

he was almost in awe becuase of how you took drink after drink, but he knew he was gonna have to stop you soon before your threw up or somthing.

“that’s enough y/n.”

“whattt your no fun katsuki” you say as your slurring your words

“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” “here hold my heels kats”

you quickly take off your heels and run barefoot to the dance floor, tripping multiple times.

he watches as you dance with all your friends but something was off, the look on your face looked like you were about to throw up.

“we’re leaving now”

he slides a hand around your waist and sits you down to put your heels on. as you walk out of the club he rubs your back in a reassuring way

“you need to learn to pace yourself”

“yeahyeah whatever” you say leaning against him

he opens the car door for you, helping you sit down, and shutting it after you get it.

you fall asleep in the car ride home

you look so beautiful katsuki couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping figure

he drapes his sweater he brought just for you over you

“i love you”

idk if I like this 😟😟 but should I lowkey do a hangover part??

requests are opennnn🙌🙌