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pedriscroquettes · 3 months ago

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𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 ꕥ MAX VERSTAPPEN

summary. celebrating max’s 4th title was not in your plans.

warnings. piastri!reader, max is kinda obsessed with reader, public s3x (?), unprotected pinv, fingering, just straight up dirty.

gabri speaks! i’ve been thinking about mexico gp max and las vegas sealed the deal for me.

THERE’S A BRIEF moment of silence, of anticipation, and of complete confusion. The DJ had paused the setlist less than an hour in announcing there was a special guest appearance. Then as if on cue tonight’s race is plastered on the giant screen behind him and the words, “Max Verstappen,” echo throughout the nightclub. You resist the urge to roll your eyes knowing someone might be recording you, or your brother at least.

“I thought he was flying back?” You cover your mouth with your hand as you talk with your brother.

“I thought so too.” Your brother hums in your ear trying to hide his annoyed tone. Your brother got along with Max just fine but all he wanted was one night without F1 getting mentioned.

You on the other hand…

You’d only been in the paddock a handful of times but every race weekend you had managed to have the worst encounter with the dutch man. The first time had been incidentally, you faintly recall the energy drink splashing all over your new dress. You knew from the get go that it had been an accident but when Max didn’t as so much as a muster a quick sorry and instead went on his way you had no choice but to hate him.

“He’s such a dick.” You murmur to yourself unaware your brother catches your words.

“Be nice.” Oscar motions towards the countless people recording him.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” You sigh.

The music resumes and you find yourself into a crowd of dancing couples. Your short orange dress sticks to you as you walk towards the bar. It’d been a long night with your brother not getting the result he hoped for. The post race recap inside the garage had been brutal as well. You had watched as the championship slipped from Lando’s hands and Max claimed victory once again. It had been the worst two hours of your life to say the least. You’re way too frustrated to even notice the man approaching you. In a split second you’re covered in something that smelled similar to…

“Asshole.” You mumble.

“Mini Piastri?” He gasps dramatically. “Why are you here? I wouldn’t think you’d be celebrating after tonight.”

“Well, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” You scoff. “Does it Max?”

“I’d argue that it does actually. Considering your mood, you’d be happier if your little boyfriend had actually managed to have a good race.” He taunts you.

“Look, can you get out of my way? I have to go clean up the mess you made.” You point towards the huge spots of alcohol on your dress.

You don’t even wait for him to respond before pushing past him, brushing shoulders in the process, to head straight to the bathroom. You do your best to dodge those who already have had a bit too much to drink, unaware that the dutchman is right behind you. It’s not until you’re opening the door and notice it takes a minute too long to close that you turn around and spot him. His white dress shirt is already half unbuttoned while his hair is a mess. You stare at him incredulously as he leaned against the sink.

“Max, you can’t be in here.” You state bluntly.

“I don’t recall you telling Lando to piss off when he followed you into the bathroom in Austin.” He counters.

“How do- What?” You’re taken aback by his words. How did he know?

He ignores your question choosing to walk towards you instead. You’re now face to face with the man that had taken away your team’s championship. His eye bags are dark and you can tell it’s been a while since he’s gotten a good needed break. His tousled hair falls perfectly on his head and by the way his arms flex you can tell he’s been putting extra effort into them at the gym. All of a sudden you’re nervous to be under his glare.

“Does your brother know what you and Lando do in secret?” He questions.

“You should leave.” You try to sound confident but your faltering voice exposes you.

Max just smirks at your words knowing he was getting under your skin. He still recalls the first time he ran into you, when he spilled half a can of red bull on you. He doesn’t know why he didn’t apologize but when he saw the anger in your face he realized why. You had looked so beautiful that day with the short orange sundress that did nothing to hide your cleavage. He still remembers the disappointment he felt when he saw you and Lando walk out of the restroom all disheveled. So, when he beat Lando tonight he felt absolutely no remorse.

His lips ghost yours for what feels like an eternity. You’re frozen in place wondering how his lips would taste against yours. Maybe it was the alcohol or the way his arms flex around you but suddenly you needed to know what he felt like. His arm tentatively grazes yours as it sneaks down to your knees. A gasp finds itself leaving your lips as your legs spread open instinctively. He wants to make fun of you, of the way you melt under him so easily, but he knows better. He can’t risk ruining the moment. It’s when Max inches his fingers closer to your thighs that you suddenly realize what’s happening. In a matter of seconds you push him off you and head out the door.

You’re barely four steps out when Max yanks you back and you hit his built chest. This time he doesn’t hesitate and grabs your jaw pulling your face towards his. Your lips meet in a heated kiss as his arms find their way around your waist. This time you’re the one that moves his hands from your wait to your ass. The confidence was beginning to build up and soon enough you’re tugging on his hair as his tongue enters your mouth.

“Max…” You moan and somehow it becomes the indicator that you want this. That you want him.

He pushes you flat against the cold brick of the hallway, the dimmed lights helping hide your bodies from the crowd. You’re lucky he holds you up because your legs feel like jello and if he lets go you might lose your balance. His hands roam your waist, back, and neck before he moves your hair out of the way. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses around your neck as his hands work their way down to your legs. They slowly glide up until he’s playing with the hem of your short dress. You can already feel his growing erection press against your ass.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He groans against your ear.

You really want to tell him to fuck off but your body reacts differently. You’re shocked when instead of telling him to call it a night all you murmur is keep going. In a matter of seconds your dress is being pulled up towards your waist. You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as he rubs your aching core through your panties.

“So wet already.” He groans. “For me or Lando?”

“Shut up.” You still find it in you to annoy him.

To your surprise he doesn’t hit you with another remark. Max had been an asshole to you long enough. Now, that you were in front of him practically falling apart he didn’t want to ruin the moment. There’s a brief moment of silence before his hand carefully moves your panties to the side exposing your core to the cool breeze. Your legs spread instinctively as his fingers tempt your folds. His fingers collect your slick as he explores you, the wet sound making him groan against you. Slowly, he brings one of his fingers to your hole entering it carefully.

“Fuck.” He moans against your ear as your cunt wraps tightly around his finger.

“Ma- Max. So close.” You’re barely able to say.

You let out a loud whine as he curls his finger inside of you leading to your climax. You come around his fingers as you coat them with your wetness. His fingers slowly move toward your mouth and you don’t hesitate as you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself. He almost comes undone as you lick his fingers seductively. Aggressively he grabs your jaw and kisses you. He groans as he tastes you.

You feel the tip of him first as he runs it up and down your folds teasing you. Your hands are weak against the wall as his tip approaches your aching hole. He enters you slowly, holding you tightly in the process. He stops halfway through not wanting to hurt you but when he hears your dirty moans he continues. Your nails dig tightly into his arms as he fills you up completely. He’s quite big and the new sensation has you spiraling trying your best to not fall against him. He takes advantage of your weakness and attacks your neck again making sure to leave love bites around your collarbone.

“Fuck, Max. You’re so big.” You whine without thinking.

You feel his dick twitch inside you at that. Your voice has him in a trance as he tries his best to not just start thrusting inside of you. It’s not until you start pushing your ass against him that he almost pulls out fully before thrusting back into you. His hands grip your ass tightly—surely leaving marks for tomorrow—as your cunt squeezes him. He’s never felt such a thrill, at least since Abu Dhabi, you were your own feeling. He couldn’t believe you had finally opened up to him in many ways you were way better than winning another trophy. Many curses escape your lips as he finds the perfect pace inside of you.

He manages to bend you over leading to the perfect position and somehow he’s even deeper inside of you. He grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he speeds up inside of you. His hand trails back to your cunt and slowly he starts playing with your folds. The feeling of his cock inside of you and fingers rubbing your folds is intense and you find a camisole feeling in your stomach approach you. You squeeze him tightly as his dick hits the right spot and you find yourself coming undone. You’ve never had an orgasm so intense in your life you don’t even notice how you coat his dick with your wetness.

Max isn’t far behind and speeds up at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Your nails dig behind you at the overstimulation and stretch of his cock. Max hisses at the sensation finding it the tipping point. It’s not long before you feel his dick twitch inside of you and in a matter of seconds you feel him spill his seed inside of you. He grunts as he empties himself and as he pulls out. He pulls you up adjusting your dress in the process.

You bite your lip as he zips up his pants. The aftermath of your little rendezvous is different. Usually with others you don’t stay long enough to watch them dress themselves. But then you notice Max struggling with the buttons on his dress shirt and you find your hands on his chest again. You only button half of the shirt before stepping back. Neither of you say a word but the silence manages to speak for you both. You decide it’s time to go back but before you can take a step Max pulls you in for a final kiss before he leaves.

You’re barely able to walk back towards the VIP lounge and stumble multiple times in the process. You try your best to brush your hair down and fix your dress as you come closer to your brother’s booth. You sit down carefully unaware your brother is staring at you wide eyed and wondering why it took you almost an hour to get a drink. You shift awkwardly in your seat as Lily begins telling you both about her mixup at the airport. You turn around briefly as she goes into detail when you notice Max walking past your table. You keep your composure not wanting to expose your actions of the night but you should’ve known better. Oscar almost bursts out laughing at Max’s completely unbuttoned shirt.

“Lando’s gonna be pissed.” Your brother smirks.

“How do-” Did everyone know? “Oh, fuck off.”

The night progresses with your brother ordering countless bottles of Dom Pérignon. It’s almost five in the morning when Max takes the stage again with the DJ playing a remix of Super Max. As if on cue someone hands him a bottle of champagne and it doesn’t take long for him to start spraying it amongst those on the dance floor. You watch attentively as his chest shows the marks you left completely unaware of how your phone buzzes for the hundredth time that night.

9 missed calls from Lan

Lan: Tonight was shit.

Lan: Come over?

#this is a one time thing 🏃🏽‍♀️#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fic #f1 smut #f1 x reader #gabri writes

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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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sassyvoidcomputer · 2 months ago

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borisdronevil · 2 months ago

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BORIS「PINK」（2005.11.18 DIWPHALANX / 2006 Southern Lord）

「世界を変える音」というキャッチを見たときに、なんて大袈裟なこと…！！と驚いた記憶があるのだが、まさにこのアルバムがBorisを取り巻く世界はガラッと変わっていき、欧米での評価を獲得して行くきっかけとなるエポックメイキングな作��となった。発売から20年経ったが、欧米のベストアルバムセレクションの中にいまだに選ばれるほど欧米での人気は非常に高い。

「あくまのうた」をリリース後、日本でも欧米でもライブを重ねて一定の地位を築きつつあったにも関わらず、メンバーの止むを得ない事情により「feedbaker」リリース直前にライブ活動休止。ライブ休止期間中には「ロックの中心から外側へと発散していくサウンド」と表現していたboris名義で「目をそらした瞬間」「dronevil」「a bao a qu」「マブタノウラ」「vein」といった、膨大なリリースの中でも屈指の実験的な作品が録音されている。それらを含めて13タイトルをリリース（リイシューも含む）した後に、「ロックの外側から中心へと収束していくサウンド」と表現していたBORISとしての2年半ぶりのリリースが本作「PINK」であり、自らが打ち立てたコンセプトである「boris」と「BORIS」の境界線を見事に崩壊させる作品となった。

のちに友人から指摘されて気がついたのだけど、当時勃興していたポストロック〜ポストメタルの空気を吸いながら、これまで彼らが築いてきたサウンドと見事に昇華させた作品だったのも、欧米での大きな評価につながったのかもしれない。何はともあれ時代の文脈とともに、Boris自身の膨大な録音・リリースの文脈を紐解く楽しさはBorisマニアにのみ許された至上の喜びだ。

アルバムがリリースされる少し前の7月9日、新宿LOFTで"WIZARD'S CONVENTION Vol.1" と題されたオールナイトイベントが開催された。日本からはGREENMACHiNE、CHURCH OF MISERY、ETERNAL ELYSIUM、 WRENCH、THE DEAD PAN SPEAKERS、EARTH BLOW（1stアルバムはAtsuoのプロデュース）、アメリカからPELICANが参加し、Borisを中心としたJapnese Heavy Rockシーンの勃興への期待感が溢れる非常に熱気のあるイベントであった（個人的にはステージ転換時にDJをしたのがとても良い思い出）。

また3月の欧州、10月のアメリカとアルバムリリースに前後したツアーでは、SUNN O)))と数多くのライブを行なっており、スモークを多用したシアトリカルな演出はこの頃に互いに切磋琢磨して作り上げて行ったのではないかと推測される（ちなみに10月のツアー中に「Altar」が録音されている）。

このような状況の中で、僕が当時感じていた期待感が少しでも伝わればと思い、発売当時ディスクユニオンが発行していたFOLLOW UPに掲載されたインタビューとディスクレビュー（私が担当しました）も投稿してあるのでこちらもぜひご覧いただけたら。

#boris #bandcamp #review #Bandcamp

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perezhilton · 9 months ago

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He lost a lot of blood, he claims. All the Pauly D details HERE.

#Pauly D #Jersey Shore

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leucocita · 3 months ago

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Casi en un 50% de mis sueños, los percibo en tercera persona; como una especie de narrador y con un susurro acompañado de lo que quiero que vaya sucediendo al paso del desarrollo. En otras pocas ocasiones, soy también observador, pero sin afán de controlar lo que vaya acaeciendo.

Está vez, era yo un adolescente, dentro del estereotipo "ñoño, nerd". Era bajito, pelo corto, lentes y uniforme totalmente negro. No digo que esas sean las características , pero así lo sentía durante el sueño. Iba caminando por un buen barrio que conozco de la ciudad. No tenía un rumbo definido; pero evitaba las calles oscuras, con perros y solitarias, pues era de noche. Entre el caminar, percibía cafeterías, y en especial, un lugar con música a volúmen alto. Ahí quise entrar. Pero estaba en la parte posterior del lugar, debía caminar y dar la vuelta más adelante. No sabía qué calle elegir, entre más avanzaba, más oscuras eran las opciones. Entonces retrocedí dos calles y la que se encontraba previamente oscura, ya tenía iluminación y gente caminando. Por ahí acorté.

Al llegar al destino entraba por la parte principal, que era una cafetería azul grisáceo con porche, y tipo, de eventos muy avant garde y gente con cigarrillos. En ese momento, de la entrada principal, ya no estaba sola. Tenía a un amigo, creado por mi mente; era alguien regordete, con una sudadera gris, pelo corto y lentes de pasta negra. Me repetía que si entraba ahí, me iba a enamorar del tipo de chicas que asistían a ese tipo de lugares (eso es gracioso, porque en la vida real, soy el tipo de chica que va a ese tipo de lugares). Pero de manera advertensiva (de advertencia, acabo de inventar esa palabra).

Igual entraba, mientras mi amigo hablaba sobre querer enamorarse y lo mucho que quería acercarse a una de esas chicas, pero, yo, comencé a sentir tremenda pereza por todas esas palabras, para mí, sin importancia, que me estaban enfadando mucho. Así que lo "mutee" para no escucharlo. Yo no quería saber nada sobre ese tipo de cosas, yo quería descubrir el sonido de la música, bailar, ver, percibir individualmente.

Cruzaba esa parte, ahora sola y llegaba al patio trasero, semi techado, con una plataforma donde se encontraban dos Dj's mujeres.

Habían dos filas enormes de personas jóvenes, bailando en forma de "culebrita", una en dirección contraria a la otra, parecía muy divertido. No sabía a cual incluirme. Entonces no elegía ninguna. Entonces comenzó la canción "Vuela, vuela", parecía la versión en español y no la original francesa, pero tampoco era ninguna de esas. Era otro idioma. Pero me ponía muy feliz y pensaba "¡voy a bailaaar!". En ese momento ya no era un chico estudiante. Ya era yo, mi forma femenina, unos años más jóven, con cabello negro, largo y falda negra. Tal vez también uniforme.

En ese momento podía ver a ese chico que yo era antes. Estaba bailando esa canción, feliz, con una compañera que recordé de la facultad de química. Y yo quería bailar con ellos. Entonces me acerqué, y abracé a ambos.

Junté mi mejilla a la del chico. Fué muy cálido, muy agradable. Una sensación muy real. Medio despierta, pensé que era todo lo que necesitaba de una interacción "casi romántica" con alguien. No más.

Y los tres, con brazos entre nuestros hombros, bailábamos brincado, fuera de las culebritas de gente, en medio, y sentía como el piso rebotaba un poco, a lo que volteaba a ver al chico, y le decía "¿porqué el piso se mueve? ¡Creo que estoy drogada!" Y nos comenzamos a reír mucho.

Después de eso, solo estábamos sentados, mirando hacía abajo. De alguna manera, el café/patio se encontraba en un piso alto. Abajo había un canal que se había convertido en una piscina enorme. Y le decía que sería bueno ir a nadar ahí. Pero las luces de esa piscina se apagaron y el espacio se tornó descuidado y manchado. Ya no sentía ganas de meterme. En eso, ya que se encontraba en la carretera, autos intentaban cortar camino por ahí, pero comenzaban a chocar. Uno tras otro. Solo pensaba en qué bueno que no bajamos. Se veía caótico y habían personas heridas. Sentía mucha angustia.

Después de eso, ya no recuerdo qué sucedió. Desperté con la sensación de calidéz de una sola mejilla y pensando, que, efectivamente, ya no hay más que mi mente o cuerpo quiera. Solo esa sensación afectuosa, tibia de un abrazo y la certeza de lazos perpetuos y respetuosos.

#personal #diario

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gentonevents · 3 months ago

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#music #painting

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ayudarajzaaganarmillonessiempree · 8 months ago

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Soy soltera y hago lo que quiero (Letra/Lyrics) Prod. Dj Peligro

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Este.... Sondear a los las funcionarios y darse cuenta que les sucede, a los y las funcionarios que se dedican a fastidiar sin solucionar, QUE SE AUTOGOLPEEN, BUSCAR AL FUNCIONARIO QUE FASTIDIA Y AUTOGOLPEARLE. HACER QUE TODAS TODOS LOS FUNCIONARIOS SE DEN CUENTA DE TODO Y SOLUCIONEN TODO QUE PARA ESO LES PAGAN. LOS LAS FUNCIONARIOS SON LOS RESPONSABLES DE QUE HAYA PAZ, FELICIDAD, CALMA, TRANQUILIDAD, BUENOS SENTIMIENTOS, SILENCIO, QUE PARA ESO LES HAN VOTADO Y COBRAN PARA HACERNOS FELICES.

Me quiero desguevar de la risa con este video y tu. Que luchas, que rabias, que te rompes los sesos, que aguantas, que te quiebran, que te sientes xenófobo, AHÍ ESTA, AHÍ ESTA LA PUERTA DE ALCALÁ JAJAJA Y TODOS LOS DÍAS VIENEN MÁS JAJA

Reírse a carcajadas ridiculizando todas vuestras guerras....

REÍRSE A CARCAJADAS RIDICULIZANDO todas vuestras guerras de las galaxias entre vecinos a te lo resumo así no más.

Todas vuestras GUERRAS DE LAS GALAXIAS, A " TE LO RESUMO ASÍ NO MÁS " Y A REÍRSE A CARCAJADAS PORQUE AQUÍ NO QUEREMOS MÁS GUERRAS DE LAS GALAXIAS....... Guerras de las galaxias a mujeres, a euros, a pen, a mestizaje, cuidadito con la crema volteada peruana de justos por pecadores https://youtu.be/usXhl9yBy6U?si=KguCj-PdOxbzRBr9, a racismo, a indios y vaqueros, a derecho, a parte, denuncia, demanda, loco, a el congreso, a poner problemitas a otros para que resuelvan, a poner casos situaciones a otros para que resuelvan o defiendan, a cobrar delitos, faltas e infracciones, indemnizaciónes, multas y sanciones, a delitos informáticos, a falsas acusaciones, a zurdos y diestros, a fastidiar o hacer el bien, la piedra filosofal a la metafísica, a telequinética(presionar, pisar, hacer daño), a la telepatía, a causa y efecto, a guerras de las galaxias machistas, masculinas, todas estas guerritas de las galaxias fuera y muy lejos, eliminar, extinguir, viciar, ridiculizar, menguar, exterminar prescribir. Y riamos todos, todas de los casos más graves, hacer el ranking de guerras de las galaxias para hacer el te lo resumo así no más y reírse a carcajadas de todo. Paso de todo, y me elijo a las más guapas de todo el mundo con quienes tener buenos sentimientos... Y seres queridos.

Especial atención a apartar muy lejos de nosotros funcionarios, vecinos, acusadores/as, por la agresividad, malas intenciones, sospechas infundadas, investigaciones sin justificación y con consecuencias graves(no tenemos antecedentes ni aquí ni en el extranjero), hostilidad, no pueden tener relación con nosotros, o con mascotas, o con mujeres, a mi modo de ver. Por este motivo me elijo a las más guapas de todo el mundo con quienes tener buenos sentimientos... Y seres queridos.

Portarse bien...

https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica

Rama de la filosofía que se ocupa de la conducta correcta e incorrecta. De el bien y el mal.

https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral Conjunto de creencias, costumbres, valores y normas de una persona o grupo, que funciona como guía para obrar.

https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deontolog%C3%ADa_(%C3%A9tica) Esto es muy importante para todos en este grupo. Solicito vuestro favor.

https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deontolog%C3%ADa_(profesional)

https://cemees.org/2024/04/28/el-bien-y-el-mal-en-principios-de-la-filosofia-del-derecho-de-g-w-f-hegel-3-3/

https://es.quora.com/Qu%C3%A9-significa-Tus-derechos-terminan-donde-empiezan-los-de-los-dem%C3%A1s

https://es.quora.com/La-frase-Tus-derechos-terminan-donde-empiezan-los-de-los-dem%C3%A1s-limita-o-regula-la-libertad-y-derechos-del-ser-humano-Significa-que-el-ser-humano-no-tiene-derecho-a-nada-a-final-de-cuentas

https://issuu.com/oceanicadeseguros/docs/boleti_n_corriente_de_informacio_n_abril_2023/s/22402628

https://es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Respeto#:~:text=El%20respeto%20es%20un%20sentimiento,a%20una%20persona%20o%20animal

Si vienes a España, o eres de aquí o vas a otros paises de europa o Norteamérica y lo necesitas, primero empadronarse en el ayuntamiento, y pedir todo lo que necesitas al trabajador social del Ayuntamiento, desde transporte, alimentos, todas las ayudas de ayuntamientos, comunidades, ministerios, etc... El trabajador social del Ayuntamiento te ayuda a gestionar todo. Esto en España, en otros países será de otra forma.

Eso de ir pidiendo a los vecinos o a terceros y fastidiar, teniendo al trabajador social que te gestiona todo, me parece un disparate.

https://www.cleiss.fr/docs/regimes/regime_france/es_4.html

https://www.mdsocialesa2030.gob.es/derechos-sociales/familias/guia_ayudas_sociales/index.htm

https://www.seg-social.es/wps/portal/wss/internet/Trabajadores/PrestacionesPensionesTrabajadores/12778

https://www.jerez.es/webs-municipales/empleo/pite/ayudas-en-reino-unido-e-irlanda

https://www.mites.gob.es/mundo/consejerias/reinoUnido/es/seguridad-social/index.html

https://casalatina.org.uk/es/legal-social-advice/benefits-housing-employment/

https://es.euronews.com/2023/01/28/reino-unido-140-000-europeos-siguieron-recibiendo-ayudas-sociales-indebidas-tras-el-brexit

https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:VA6C2:41c0ef85-31f5-47d9-b976-c19ba0ac09c8

https://www.casitamikita.de/integracion/vivir-en-alemania/ayudas-a-las-familias/

https://www.anerkennung-in-deutschland.de/html/es/subvenciones-economicas.php

https://www.deutschland.de/es/topic/vida/prestacion-familiar-y-renta-ciudadana-reformas-sociales-en-alemania

https://www.helpmeenalemania.com/servicios-3/

https://europeinsider.eu/ayudas-sociales-en-alemania/

https://gaceta.es/europa/mas-del-60-de-las-ayudas-sociales-en-alemania-son-para-los-inmigrantes-20231129-1952/

https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:VA6C2:3042ea02-b2c3-4740-b476-671b18910e4e

https://www.dw.com/es/alemania-as%C3%AD-ayudar%C3%A1-el-gobierno-a-los-ciudadanos-a-pasar-el-invierno/a-63024275

https://elpais.com/sociedad/2019/01/25/actualidad/1548410200_680174.html

http://www.educacionfpydeportes.gob.es/alemania/convocatorias-programas/becas-y-ayudas.html

https://www.eleconomista.es/economia/amp/7615142/Un-millon-de-alemanes-vive-de-ayudas-sociales-desde-hace-casi-diez-anos#amp_tf=De%20%251%24s&aoh=17163803197894&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com

https://www.informationsverige.se/es/jag-har-fatt-uppehallstillstand/ekonomi-pengar-och-rakningar/stod-och-bidrag.html

https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:VA6C2:64b5d582-cae2-4b59-8f5c-c784ec560bd5

https://www.usa.gov/es/beneficios-gobierno

https://www.usa.gov/es/prestamos-y-subvenciones

https://amp-us.marca.com/actualidad/dinero/2022/08/27/630a0dcce2704e97448b456b.html

https://access.nyc.gov/es/

https://usahello.org/es/la-vida-en-los-estados-unidos/dinero/beneficios-publicos/

https://www.canada.ca/en/revenue-agency/news/cra-multimedia-library/individuals-video-gallery/benefits-credits-newcomers-canada-spanish.html

https://canadaimmigrate.ca/es/servicios/emigrar/beneficios-de-vivir-en-canada/

https://www.irsapei.ca/es/0611-financial-assistance

https://www.irsapei.ca/es/newcomer-settlement-services

https://caminoaholanda.org/subsidios-ayudas-holanda/amp/

https://www.tax-in.com/subsidios-en-holanda/

Este jajaja.... Estoy soltero. Jajaja para los y las más RISUEÑOS JAJAJA DESARROLLAR, ASTA LA SACIEDAD EL DERECHO DE fidelidad MATRIMONIAL JAJAJA A DESARROLLAR EL DERECHO DE NOVIAZGO, JAJAJA A DESARROLLAR EL DERECHO DE fidelidad JAJAJA ASTA QUE SOLUCIONEN TODO JAJAAJA

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