#and i close it in a huff and never get to scroll through the journalists i follow lmaooo

[ratatatastic]

oh another insane ekky quote has hit the towers huh

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter Three

Gigi’s POV

A pounding headache and a dry throat greet me with the morning sun, as I struggle to get out of bed. It must be the thirtieth minute of my daily aimless scrolling through Twitter and Instagram, and I find myself looking for the negative comments. In my head, I’m fully aware how wrong it is, how I’m not supposed to give into the haters, how I’m supposed to close my eyes and move on with my life.

But some hopeless, insane part of me believes that every negative thing that I come across social media will light that fire that’s long put out inside me—that I’ll take the bait and get into the studio, write the greatest album of all time and be rid of all the weight of what my name brings me.

Of course, by the reach of the hour, my brain has been convinced that my previous albums were a pile of shit and that I’ll never be able to write anything in my life, ever again.

The phone drops from my hand and I dig my body further into the mattress, letting the peace and comfort of my bed convince me into getting some more sleep. I dream of nothing, and I wake up realising that I might have dreamed of my future career.

~ ~ ~

Lando’s POV

“Please.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Yes you can.”

“I absolutely cannot. Kika will kill me and then break up with me. And I can’t have that.”

I let out the longest sigh as I walk beside Gasly. Journalists, photographers, engineers and other drivers walk past us, looking, whispering. Not that I care. I couldn’t even if I tried.

“Fine, just give me Kika’s number and I’ll ask her.”

After glaring at me for mentioning his girlfriend’s name, he begrudgingly pulls out his phone and brings it to my face. I scramble to grab mine from the pocket of my sweats and hastily tap down Kika’s number.

“I’m choosing her contact name.” He demands, but I’m only half listening—too focused on trying to transfer the numbers correctly from his phone to my contacts.

She’s ethereal. I don’t even know how I went all my life without glancing twice at her—speaking as a person who happened to have done just that the previous night, as is now unable to look at anything else.

Gigi Santos could easily be way out of my reach, but I’d be damned not to try extending my arm towards her; just to see if angels really exist.

“Honestly, I can’t even believe she followed you.” Pierre admits as we keep walking towards the media pen.

I let out a huff, slightly agreeing with him, yet still offended he’s find that surprising.

“Gigi is super private, doesn’t like people much.” He goes on. “But maybe that’s good, that she followed you. I don’t know. Anyways, I gotta go—watch what you say to my girl.”

I roll my eyes and start walking the other way, eyes fixated on the screen in front of me.

Unknown

Hi Kika. It’s Lando

Norris

From formula one

Pierre’s girl

Hi!

Everything okay?

Lando from formula 1

Yeah, no all good 👍🏻

I was just wondering, I mean,

I was thinking about your

friend.

Gigi Santos

She is, she’s cute

Pierre’s girl

She sure is

Lando from formula 1

Yeah and I was hoping

maybe I could get her

number? From you

Pierre wouldn’t give it to me

Pierre’s girl

Sorry!! She doesn’t like random people having her number without her knowing :(

But I’m sure you’ll have your chance at talking :)

Lando from formula 1

What do you mean?

Pierre’s girl

I mean, it seems like you’re already in contact

Kind of

I smile, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

The post I made just this morning on instagram, was a long shot, risky and could possibly lead to Gigi Santos thinking I’m a cocky arsehole. But my fingers itched as they lingered over the post button, my whole body vibrating with a random need to interact with her—without looking like a needy fucking chad, who DMs her with no cause.

My heart almost stopped when my eyes caught her name on the liked list, and I swear I stopped breathing when her post popped up on my feed—I’m single too btw.

I nearly hop over to Kaylee, my PR manager, who seems much too irritated for a Thursday.

“Good morning, Kaylee.”

“Just morning will do, Lando, since you decided to make a social media uproar by declaring your marital status.” She eyes me, surely picturing how it’d be to strangle me. “I want no mention of anything close to your relationship status, Instagram, plans of partying after the GP or Gigi Santos.”

My eyes pop out of their sockets, shocked to have someone else acknowledge our little interaction.

“W-what?”

“I’m not dumb, or hiding under a rock. Neither are the journalists, nor the people who’ll view your interviews. Just be mindful. ‘S all I ask.”

I nod, not trusting myself to say the appropriate thing, and try to prepare for a day of avoiding my favorite subjects.

~ ~ ~

Instagram Reels - Lando Norris, Media day, last interview of the day

142.038 views

comments

LLL4NDO.NORRIS bro literally changed ten colors when asked about his post LOL

ln4fan what a cheeky shit, pretending not to know mother Gigi

44loves04 LANDO YOU AINT FOOLING NO BODY

gigimothersantos this man better be joking

gigi1604 MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

f1fan63 am i the only one that’s confused?

gigisantos at least he said he loved my songs 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> santossssslovr MOTHER

-> gigiismyqueen go get em girl

-> hayleelovesgigi give us the album!!!!!

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Gigi’s POV

I smiled at my phone, overly amused by whatever game I decided to play.

I don’t know what made me rise from the hungover/coma I was in a few hours ago, just to make a post about being single and commenting on that reel.

There’s no logical explanation other than the sudden need to be in this man’s world.

It was clear the post Lando made was about me, and, honestly? I found it terribly adorable. My heart flipped and my lunges filled with an energy I hadn’t felt in a long time…plus, he’s a race car driver and I’m single.

Having fun and playing this little game with him while I’m here won’t hurt. I need a new distraction from whatever’s going on in my career anyway.

Maybe coming to Monaco was a better idea than I originally thought.

———————

SMALL, SHITTY AND ALMOST POINTLESS but I suck at intro chapters and I promised two chapter before the new year

i will definitely do better next time and get into the characters and ACTUAL plot lol

anyways, i hope you enjoy your New Year’s Eve!! 🥂

cindy

(ps. my inbox is open if u wanna say hi 👋🏻)

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Studio Session

Pairing: Idol! Yoongi x reader  

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi​ @heyimtavia​

You grip Yoongi’s hand tightly, leaning into his shoulder as the barrage of camera flashes surround you both. You groan at the thought or tomorrow's headline on Dispatch, whining at how once again another date night is ruined by nosey journalists trying to get front page news.  

You both finally make it safely to the car, Yoongi assisting you into the passenger seat, braving the crowd alone to get to the driver's side. He enters the car in a huff, starting the engine and honking on the horn for the crowd to back away. “I suppose they are happy to get run over.” He grumbles, arm gripping the passenger chair as he veers out the back windshield, backing out of his parking spot slowly. You look over at his stoic expression, wanting but deciding not to ask if he’s ok.

You arrive back at the Hybe building and up to Yoongi’s studio. He plops down in his chair, releasing an aggravated sigh, his fingers typing furiously on his cell phone. He places it down on the panel in front of him, swiveling in his chair to face you. “I’m so sorry jagi. Are you ok?” You look up at him and nod. “I’m fine. Why are you sorry?” He trots forward in his seat, gripping your knee, squeezing gently. “Another date night ruined. I know you're thinking it. I'm sorry, I really though I kept everything under wraps. I have no clue how the fans found out, let alone those journalists. You must hate dating me.” He pouts, looking down at his hand around you knee.

Your eyes widen and you rest your hand on his cheek, lifting his face to meet your gaze. “I love you so much. I don't care about fancy dinners at a fancy restaurant. I much prefer it being just the two of us here in your studio or under a bridge. Why don’t you play me something you’ve been working on?” He chuckles, turning to look at his new setup. “No, I don't want to make tonight about work.” “It’s ok Yoongi. I want to hear what you’re working on. Please.” He takes in a deep breath and trots himself back to his equipment. He opens his laptop and scrolls through his latest works. “This one I’ve been working on recently but I’m not really happy with it. I feel like, its missing something.” He complains from behind the hand covering his mouth.

“Well now you have to let me hear it so I can tell you how horrible it is.” You tease, moving to sit beside him on the desk. He laughs freely, his teeth on display as he clicks play. The track soon filling the room, followed by Yoongi rapping free style. “I’m just fooling around. This isn't the finished product.” He explains. You nod. The track ends quickly. “Play it again.” You nod. He plays it again and you listen more intently now. A sly smirk spreads across your face, a dirty thought entering your mind. You remove your foot from your slide, biting down on your bottom lip when you bring it up to rest on Yoongi’s thigh. He looks down at your roaming foot, swallowing hard when you wriggle your toes against his belt. “I know what's missing.” You whisper. “What’s that?” He inquires, grabbing your ankle to move your foot to the other thigh, spreading you wide so he can sneak a peek under your skirt.  

“Me.” You shrug. Yoongi wheels himself forward, “Is that so?” He questions, reaching behind you and pulling out a small black recorder. He places its beside you on the desk, raising his brows attempting to test your resolve. You simply glide your hand over your thick thigh, lifting your skirt to reveal your blush thong to him. He licks his lips, pressing record on the device before sliding towards you. He lifts your other leg from the floor, forcing you to sit completely on the desk, resting your feet on the arms of his studio chair. Before long, he dips his head between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side.  

He licks your slit with the whole of his tongue, parting your lips with his fingers, to reveal your hardened clit. He wraps his pout around your nub, sucking on it, humming happily when you moan out loud. Your legs fall wide, your hand digging into his hair when he rolls his tongue quickly along your sensitive bud. You moan freely, hoping the small recorder is catching every sensual sound that leaves your mouth. You buck into Yoongi’s face, feeling your walls quake with the threat of your impending orgasm. He moans into your cunt, entering you with two fingers and rubbing along your g-spot. You pant wildly, fucking Yoongi’s face now, your orgasm building quickly. “Yoongiiii-ahhhh.” You cry out, white waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You are a panting mess when you come down from your high. Yoongi licking his lips and fingers, stands, frantically undoing his belt. You look over at the recorder, reaching to stop it. Yoongi stops you sliding it over and shaking his head at you.  

He lowers his pants and underwear just enough to free his fully erect cock, moving forward to kiss you hard. You reach down to stroke his length when it stabs into your belly. Yoongi moans into your mouth, grabbing and squeezing your ass before spinning you around. He lifts your skirt, slapping down on the plump flesh of your bum. He grips and spreads your cheeks to reveal your swollen pussy to him, leaning his hips forward until just his tip enters you. “So, pretty. So, tight.” He whispers, pushing his full length into you now. You both groan at the feeling, Yoongi reaching up to tug your shirt down, your full breast spilling out into his large hands. He begins to thrust into to you hard, teasing and tugging at your pert nipple. “Ah, jagi, you always feel so good around my cock. Tou...touch yourself, I need to feel you cum around my cock.”  

You moan at his neediness, reaching down to rub at your swollen clit. You move your hand faster to keep in rhythm with Yoongi’s desperate thrusts. “Yoongi, so close.” You mewl, feeling your cunt become slicker the closer you get to climax. Yoongi releases a long wild groan, the lurid sounds of your copulating surely turning him on. Your body gooses and your head prickles and soon you feel the buildup of your release. “That’s it jagi, cum for me.” He pants, feeling your walls quiver around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. I'm cumming!” You cry, rubbing your clit quickly and roughly as Yoongi fucks into you wildly. “Jagi, fuck, that’s it, milk my cock. Fuck, I’m cumming.” “Yes, please fill me up.” Yoongi grunts unabashedly into the studio, his head falling back, then dropping onto your back. His thrust soon slow, although he remains inside of you until his cock soften and falls.  

He reaches under the desk for a box of tissue, yanking a few out and cleaning you up. “I love you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and then your lips. “I love you too Yoongi.” “I promise, I'm going to figure out how to have the perfect date.” You laugh, pulling him close. “Don't worry about that you silly man.”  

A week later, Yoongi asks you to meet him at a local restaurant. You enter surprised to find it bustling. You move through to the back to find Yoongi sitting in the back with his cap low and mask high. “Wow, incognito much?” You giggle, leaning in to tug his mask down and kiss him. “I promised I would figure something out.” “Will you eat with your mask on?” You tease. He laughs, digging into his bag. He pulls out his headphones, plugging them into his phone and handing them to you. “Here listen to this. I fixed the track.” You place the buds into your ear and Yoongi plays the track from the studio a week before, only this time there is an undertone. You squint to hear what it is, since it's so faint you could miss it. “Play it again.” You instruct. He does as he is told, a smirk planted on his face. You concentrate hard, hearing a faint familiar pant just below the bass. Your eyes widen and you look over at Yoongi, who smiles wide. He tugs the bud from your ear. “You were right jagi, it was missing you.” “You’re such a perve! If your fans hear this...” “Don’t worry jagi, its very faint. Only we know what it is, but I have to say I enjoyed it so much. When do you think you can come back and join me for another studio session?” “Never! You have enough on that one recording, I’m sure.” “I could never have enough of you.” He bites his bottom lip, leaning in to kiss at your neck.  

[x-useobwa-x]

༄ You’re my beginning and my end, that is all | Part 1

~ Request ~

< Part 2 >

Former Idol!Hoseok x Reader

PLEASE READ! This part contains description of attempted suicide and post traumatic behavior. If you are sensitive to these topics, please DO NOT read this!! I've put the „keep reading“ button to the very beginning as a precaution, because it really doesn't start well.

a/n: requested by @depressed-philosophers-daughter! Oh god I'm going to hell... THE. ANGST. IS. REAL. (also who noticed that the title is one of Hoseoks phrases of Outro: Tear translated into English? It was just so fitting, oh god, I had to!) Thank you so much, I loved this request! I don't even know how I feel?? Am I extremely fucking sad?? Am I happy?? Am I still alive?? Is this heaven or hell?? SHIT SHUT UP YOU TELL ME AKKSSLLS!!! But yeah!! I hope you're happy with it, thanks so much again for trusting me with your amazing idea and giving me lots of space to work with!!💓

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You stopped on the spot and your blood froze in your veins when you saw him, the man you loved, as he collapsed onto the floor, heavy breathing, panting, trying to hold onto dear life- except for the fact that he wasn’t.

Cameras, police, ambulance, all of it was surrounding him, as his life cascaded down in front of him.

This was the moment you knew your feeling was right. The cryptic, weird messages he sent you last night suddenly made so much sense on this beautiful Thursday morning. But this morning wasn’t beautiful. This morning was the beginning of the fall, for the both of you.

You didn’t realize when you started crying, it was only when you found your cheeks burning and irritated from the salty substance that’s been covering it whole. Your heart hurt, it hurt so much.

You watched as his body started to spasm, to twitch on the floor while his mouth was wide open gasping heavily for air and his eyes rolling back. Your legs gave in, you dropped to the floor and managed to catch yourself last second on your hands before your face would have met the cold asphalt. Your heart broke on the spot, to say it shattered into countless pieces was a great understatement. Your breathing increased by all the panic that flooded you whole, your head feeling light by the cause of oxygen overdosing. His body now came to rest and stopped any movement. This had your heart dropping to the lowest point possible. He didn’t just.. did he?

Noise cut through the air. The noise, in fact was you, crying out loud, screaming all kinds of ,no’ and ,please’ when you notice how Hoseoks head slowly turned to face your direction, eyes barely open. The second he realized you were watching, his face, muscles weak, turned into something that seemed like the expression of sadness, guilt and all those kinds in one. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want you to witness this. It was supposed to be the moment that freed him of everything, a happy moment, but right now, he was wishing that he had never done this. The last action of Hoseok was him, lifting his arm the tiniest bit, reaching out into your direction and you could swear you saw his mouth moving and a tear rolling down his face. Then he was gone.

The emergency doctors scooped him up on a stretcher and quickly brought him into the ambulance.

One of the doctors was talking with a police officer, and that was the second your body started to move on its own. You ran towards the mass of audience that was watching- mostly journalists that tried to catch the lowest moments of your boyfriends life on camera. You squeezed and pushed yourself through but got stopped by one of the police officers, holding you back as you struggle and kick around in attempt to free yourself to reach the ambulance.

„I’m afraid I can’t let you pass, miss.“ the officer said, trying to talk over your cries.

„No!! I have to get there, you... you don’t understand!! This is my boyfriend! He’s dying you have to let me through, PLEASE!!“ you begged and begged, but the officer showed no mercy.

The doors closed and the ambulance drove off, and now you were there, alone. The whole group of people around you was fading out and you couldn’t do anything but stare. Stare after the ambulance as it rushed through the streets, sirens blaring.

This was the last time you’ve ever seen him.

Sometime later, you heard that he actually survived, and was put into compulsory hospitalization.

And that was the last time you also heard anything about him.

 - 2 years later -

 You think about it a lot, actually, all the time. The pictures find its way into your mind with every chance they get and you barely can handle it.

You managed to go back to live a normal life after some time passed, sure, but you never nearly got over it. You see him, his silhouette, every here and there while you slender through places with many passengers, as if he’d be looking for you, too. You smell his cologne almost every time someone walks past you, as if he’d never left you in the first place, still always by your side, and these were probably the worst parts. At home, you find yourself talking whole dialogues with no one, because your mind plays its tricks on you, making him appear in front of your eyes, his voice echoing in your head as it answers to each and everything you say.

You’re on your way to work as your phone pops up a notification on your screen.

[09:47] Hoseok♥: Hey babe, I’ll be a bit late for dinner today, interview’s taking longer than expected. Cant wait to finally be with you again. I miss you.

Your heart skips a happy beat and you slide to unlock, so you can reply.

[09:49] You: Of course, that’s no problem! I miss you too, I’ll be waiting.♥

But your reply never went out. You were hallucinating once again, and you come to realize that, when you got the message of error, saying that the number can’t be contacted. Sadness creeping up your insides, you sigh, as you lock your phone again, putting it in your handbag so you won’t look for his messages again.

As you walk down the avenue to reach the cafe you currently work for, you see him again.

Everywhere.

He’s standing on the other side of the street, waving at you, he’s sitting on the bench on the sidewalk, scrolling through his phone listening to music, he’s strolling through the aisles of the store next to you, looking through this and that while you can watch him through the shop window.

Shaking your head, you pull out your headphones from your pocket and plug them into your phone, playing some music.

Actually, this is a bad idea, so you stop, only a minute in, if even. You were only listening to his songs anyways, and that’s the worst you could do right now, while your mind is playing you dirty as it does every so often.

You almost made it to work. There your mind will shut its damn mouth, and you can finally breathe for a moment before the choking reality will hit you in the face once again.

 „Y/n?“ There it was again. His sweet voice. You know it isn’t real. You know it. And that makes all the worse.

„Y/n... it’s you, isn’t it?“ Despite your knowledge of your fucked up mind, you still turn around to face the direction his voice is calling out to you this time.

As your eyes meet his, you only huff in response with a sad smile.

„Hello, I’ve seen you a lot today, love.“ you say without thinking twice. Expecting the usual -the image in front of you fading as soon as you answer- you watch closely for it to happen, as if you’d have found some twisted pleasure in the hurt.

The more your eyes widen at the fact that this time, he’s still there.

His expression is surprised and worried at the same time.

„You have?“

Now you don’t even know anymore yourself. This was a whole new level. At home, he’s interacting with you, but he never does outside. What is this supposed to be? Unless...

You know its stupid, incredibly stupid. But if you’ve ever had the slightest spark of hope inside of you, it’s this one, and you were about to take it, to take the leap, the one that could either change your life completely, or throw you into a much deeper hole than you already find yourself stuck in.

Carefully, hesitant, you bring your arm up, slowly and scared for whats going to happen, and you reach out ever so small, straightening your hand, aiming for his chest.

Closer, closer, only a little bit left and - it hit solid base.

Your eyes widen an unreal amount as your gaze wanders from where your hand rests, up to look into his face.

This can’t be. This can’t be real. How, why...?

„...Hoseok?“ you say, voice silent, shaky and almost breaking.

If this is going to turn out as some sort of mindfuck, you are sure you will follow in his footsteps this time. This would be that one bit too much to take. This will either make or break you.

His hand comes up, softly cupping yours.

„Long time no see, y/n.“ he says, smiling the smallest of smiles.

Your heart stops beating. At this point you might pass out. While you can’t process what’s happening right now, you’re just staring.

While your eyes are locked with his, tears form at an unreal pace, spilling over your lower lash line, your other hand covering your mouth. He’s real. This time, he’s really real. You are so overwhelmed by what’s happening right now, your mind is calculating with light speed, checking every detail of it, making really sure for one last time that you aren’t tripping right now.

„You look just like the last time I saw you.“ he says now, breaking the silence, as well as breaking eye contact to look down onto the floor. You swallow hard.

„The last time you saw me, was me being terrified and scared... crying while looking at you.“ you finally manage to say.

„Yes...“, he says quiet, „thats exactly what you look like right now.“, voice now barely more than a shaky whisper.

You realize that he’s right. Right now, you must probably look as if you’ve seen a ghost come back to life- in fact this is basically exactly what this is for you. After years and years of only seeing an unreal version of what he once was, this certainly feels delusive.

Your tears still trailing down your face as if they were to never stop, Hoseok does something that you’ve longed for for what felt like an eternity, something you’ve needed the most during all this time; he pulls you into his embrace. This feeling was ethereal. It gave you the immediate feeling of being safe, that nothing can hurt you ever again. His smell clouding your senses, the smell you til this day call home. The two of you remain like this for a while, he wouldn’t let you go before your tears stopped, he never did. It really takes you a great amount of time to calm yourself. But when you do, it only is a small sniff that you give off, and then you look up to him, still held captive in his arms.

„Let’s go somewhere else, do you want to?“ he invites. You would love to. Every bit of what you are is screaming for this, on the contrary, there are screams for you to run as long as you can, as well. You are scared, so scared that those events would repeat, but the longing for him is so much stronger.

A second later, you realize that you have work, though, and that you most likely are late already, after you’ve been standing there with him for quite a while. Quickly, you debate with yourself whether you go to work or call in sick and cancel your shift, as if you wouldn’t already have made up your mind.

„Hoseok, I need to make a call, give me a second, okay?“

He sends a nod your way and you turn around to call in sick. Your absence for today is quickly approved -you’re their hardest working employee anyways, since you basically dive into work to distract yourself from thinking too much- and you turn back to the guy that’s patiently waiting for you.

„Where do you want to go?“ you ask carefully. You still cant quite believe that this is real, too long you’ve been dealing with hallucinating over him. Luckily, Hoseok seems to still know you as if he never left your side.

„You don’t really seem to be alright, which I can understand. Believe it or not, this is just as overwhelming for me as it is for you, but I also couldn’t be more happy if I’m honest. I remember you not liking public places when you’re not feeling good, so, do you want to head over to your place?“

Damn it, Hoseok. He causes your heart rate to speed up by the fact that he felt the exact same way and still is able to read you like an open book- one he’s already read once.

„That’d be great, yes.“ you answer and point into the direction behind you. „I still live in the same apartment.“ you add and he nods, starting to walk.