#music video daddy yankee

[demifiendrsa]

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Polkamania! (Official Music Video)

Single cover art

Happy New Weird Al Single Release Day! I decided to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of my last album Mandatory Fun by doing a polka medley of some of the biggest hits of the last 10 years. “Polkamania!” is out RIGHT NOW and available everywhere music is sold or streamed!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: February 19, 2013

Lyrics:

You know

¡Masivo!

We run the world

¡Daddy!

Vamos cógele el ritmo, cintura, rodilla al piso

Baja y pasa el limbo (nos fuimo' a fuego)

Vamos cógele el ritmo, cintura, rodilla al piso

Baja y pasa el limbo (limbo)

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar

Pa pasarla caliente (¡masivo!), con toda mi gente ('til tomorrow)

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar

Pa bailarlo caliente, de espalda y de frente

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor (¡masivo!)

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Súbela, bájala y por debajo pásala

Suelta la cadera y mueve to lo que tienes ahí

Sigue, síguelo así, que este party no tiene fin

Activao, brinca la casa candela, gasta las suelas

Funde esa tela, sígueme el paso, ¿qué?

Suena, la rumba es buena, que hay muchas nenas

Mira la escena, ¿qué? (Go, go, go)

Oh-eh-oh

Mano arriba, no la dejes caer

Oh-eh-oh

Seguimo' hasta el amanecer (go, go, go!)

Vamos cógele el ritmo, cintura, rodilla al piso

Baja y pasa el limbo (DY controlando)

Vamos cógele el ritmo, cintura, rodilla al piso

Baja y pasa el limbo (yo, Luny, there you go)

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar

Pa pasarla caliente, con toda mi gente (¡zumba!)

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar

Pa bailarlo caliente, de espalda y de frente

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Bailando, así es que me gusta

Como la cintura al ritmo se ajusta

Es que me tiene loco tanta soltura

Ese movimiento es una dulzura

No importa la' banderas

Se forma y sal pa fuera

Aquí cabe to el que quiera

No lo pare ahora

Dime, oh-eh-oh

Mano arriba, no la dejes caer (sube, sube)

Oh-eh-oh

Seguimo' hasta el amanecer

Mi vida, llegando de Aruba, gozando la temperatura

Yo (¿cómo?) te vi bailando el limbo (DY controlando el área, boy)

Me barriste puesto en la esquina, DJ par de bocina (sube, su-sube)

Sí, todos llegarán por el ritmo (go-go-go-go-go-go)

Porque esto-

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar

Pa pasarla caliente, con toda mi gente (ven, síguelo)

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor (persíguelo)

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Y esto está como, como pa, como pa, como pa rumbiar (persíguelo)

Pa bailarlo caliente (¿cómo?), de espalda y de frente (persíguelo)

Nos favorece el sol, tu bronceado y el calor (¡ma-ma-masivo!)

No puede estar mejor

¡Zu-zu-zumba!

Songwriter:

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

¡Da-Da-Daddy Yankee, yo!

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

¡Ma-ma-masivo!

Daddy Yankee, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo

Francisco Saldana / Ramon Ayala / Jonathan Carlo Rivera Tapia / Giencarlo Rivera Tapia / Eliezer Palacios Rivera

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Daddy Yankee

[fidjiefidjie]

Belle soirée 🆕️🕺💃💙

Black Eyed Peas, Daddy Yankee 🎶 Bailar Contigo

(Elevation)

[shakira-fan-page]

Daddy Yankee’s new song ''La Hora y El Día'' with Justin Quiles and Dalex references ''Shakira: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53'' lyrics:

Cambié un Rolex por un Casio Shakira me lo dijo y no le hice caso

[flipnationldlv]

No Nos Hablamos, Ya Disponible !

[lyricsofnewsongs]

daddy yankee ella me levanto lyrics english

[teapartyprincess4two]

Candy- C. Sturniolo

pairing: influencer!reader x Chris

classification: fluff

warnings: Latina reader, use of Spanish (brief), use of y/n, mention of alcohol, suggestive content but no smut, online scandal

translations: pendeja- dumbass (feminine)

inspiration: Candy by Plan B

summary: You were sweet as candy and Chris couldn’t stop himself from taking a bite, leading to an internet scandal neither of you anticipated.

—

Influencer parties were never Chris’s thing, he usually just let himself get dragged along for appearances. Today is one of those days, he got ready and acted excited, but deep down all he wanted to do was go back home. Currently, he’s making his rounds around the event, dabbing people up and introducing himself to the strangers he hasn’t met yet.

As he walks around the crowded party with his brothers, he realizes that there’s more unfamiliar faces than he accounted for. Maybe he’s seen a video of theirs once or twice, but for the most part he has no idea who these people are.

Nick finds a friend and disappears amidst the crowd, dancing to the beat of the music as he follows his friend towards a different area of the house. Matt has started a conversation with someone he recognized, bonding with them over God knows what. Chris lingered around Matt for a while, debating whether he should insert himself in the conversation or not, but it sounded boring and there was sure to be something more interesting at this party.

So, he allows himself to wander around, grabbing a drink along the way. Candy by Plan B plays loudly over the speakers, shaking the walls with each beat. He’s never heard this song before, but he makes a mental note to add it to his playlist, bopping his head slightly to the music. Chris takes a long swig of his beer, eyes scanning the room for something or someone interesting.

The room is crowded, the music is loud, and the strobing lights don’t help him recognize anyone. He walks further into the crowd, holding his beer by the neck as he weaves past sweaty people. He’s about to give up and walk back to where he left Matt, but that’s when he sees you.

You’re in the middle of the room, dancing shamelessly to the song. You’re swaying your hips, grinding against a friend as your hair falls in front of your face. Despite the commotion surrounding him, Chris feels the world stop. He’s never seen someone so beautiful, and maybe it’s the alcohol, but he’s instantly addicted to you. In that moment he made it his mission to learn your name and get your number.

You feel Chris’s watch on you, following the burning sensation until your eyes lock with his. You don’t know who he is, but you’re immediately in awe. He was so handsome that if this was a cartoon you’d have heart eyes.

You continue dancing, looking Chris up and down with a slight smirk before finally prying your eyes away. Just because he was cute didn’t mean you weren’t going to make him work for it. He senses the challenge and mentally accepts it, ready to do whatever it takes to make you his. The song fades out, a completely different beat playing over the speakers as Rompe by Daddy Yankee plays.

You’re swiveling your hips to the song, turning towards your friends as you begin singing the lyrics to each other. Chris takes another swig of his beer, finishing it off for some liquid courage before finally walking over to you. “Look who’s coming,” your friend comments, her eyes darting behind you to signal at Chris.

Usually you’d find boldness like Chris’s obnoxious and creepy, but he had a certain charm to him that made up for it. Before you knew it, you found yourself drunkenly dancing with him, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck. The alcohol, loud music, and his ability to dance on beat is enough to convince you that you’ve found the man of your dreams.

“What’s your name?” he shouts over the music, hands holding you in place as you grind against him. Chris feels like he’s in heaven, he’s never had a girl this hot this close to him, let alone grinding on him. “Y/n,” you exclaim as he leans into you so he can hear you better. “I’m Chris!” he replies, face so close to yours that his breath is fanning across your neck.

Despite the loud music, the moment is intimate and it feels like you and Chris are the only two people in the room. He pulls away from your ear, keeping his face close enough for your noses to touch while you dance. Before he can stop himself, he’s leaning in for a sloppy, drunk kiss. His hands are all over your body and yours are tangled in his hair.

You’re making out, grinding against each other as loud reggaeton plays in the background. The alcohol running through your veins caused you to forget that this isn’t just a random party, this is an influencer party; where everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows Chris. But the room is so chaotic that neither of you notice people taking pictures, the strobing lights serving as a mask for the nosy onlookers. They sneakily snap pictures and take videos, posting them online in a matter of seconds for the world to see.

At this point, you’ve been dancing with Chris for hours, both of you becoming a sweaty, drunk mess. People kept taking pictures, all of them trying to get their 15 minutes of fame by creating a scandal. If it weren’t for your friend who managed to pull you away, you would’ve stayed clung to Chris for the whole night. You were so drunk that you would’ve surely led him to a room and created an even bigger mess for yourself.

“Girl you can’t be dancing with that dude,” she says, dragging you outside of the party and to the car. “What? Why not?” your words are slurred, your heels clacking on the pavement as you struggle to keep up. Just moments before you were dancing expertly, but now you can’t even remember which foot is left and which is right. “Because he’s famous, pendeja,” she quips back, pulling you along aggressively towards the car. Who cares if he’s famous? He’s fucking hot.

“So? I’m famous too,” you’re slurring your words, stumbling with each step.

It’s true, you had your own group of fans, but you were a fairly new content creator. So, even if you were ‘famous,’ you weren’t as popular as Chris. “Exactly my point, bitch. Everyone was taking pictures of you guys. That’s gonna look so bad on you,” she says, throwing her hands up in the air. She was still pretty sober, leaving you on the dance floor to use the restroom and getting distracted along the way, only to come back to you grinding on a stranger.

When her hands flail in the air, she lets go of you causing you to lose your balance and fall on the grass lawn. She looks down at you annoyed, “Girl, oh my God. Get up.” Her hands wrap around your arms, using all her strength to hoist you up.

Your friend explained the situation to you, going into full detail about the story and of how she obtained the information in the first place. You’re so drunk that if all sounds like jibberish to you, but you listen anyways. Apparently she heard from a friend of a friend that Chris was extremely famous, he and his brothers sharing a YouTube channel that amassed over 6 million subscribers. These numbers didn’t really matter to you, you were never the type to measure someone’s worth based on followers, but it obviously mattered to your friend.

You were tuning her out now, your mind occupied with thoughts of Chris; his lips against yours, his hands that roamed your body, his body heat while you two danced to the music.

If the internet wanted to cancel you for having fun with a hot guy that you’d probably never see again, so be it.

—

Two days have passed since that party and Chris’s phone has been going crazy because of those pictures, there’s even videos of the two of you practically undressing each other mid dance floor. He was so drunk that he hardly remembers that night at all and he didn’t even manage to get your number because your friend pulled you away before he could ask. Although he hates the negative attention the videos and photos have brought, he can’t stop watching them.

“You need to fucking fix this,” Nick says through gritted teeth, scrolling on his laptop. Their Instagram DM’s, YouTube comments, emails, Snapchat messages, all of it was full to the brim with crazed fans. There were even YouTube drama channels reacting and talking about the photos, claiming that this was the ‘downfall of the Sturniolo Triplets.’

Nick pulls up the main photo everyone is going crazy over, enlarging it so it takes up the whole laptop screen. In the photo Chris’s hands are firmly gripping your ass, fingers ending right below your dress. Your right hand is tangled in his hair, the left one holding onto his bicep for support. The two of you are locking lips, and because you were dancing, the picture is blurry, but there’s no doubt that it’s Chris in the picture. There’s even less doubt that it’s you, your outfit matching the one you posted on your Instagram just hours before the party.

“Dude you’re fucked,” Matt chuckles as he shakes his head at Chris, he found the situation slightly amusing. “It’s not funny, Matt. Read these comments,” Nick responds, tilting the laptop so Matt can do a once over. Matt’s eyes gloss over the screen, reading so many messages that all said the same thing, ‘who is she and why is she with Chris?’

“They can’t be that bad,” Chris finally says, glancing at the laptop from over Matt’s shoulder. After reading about 5 messages he realizes that they were that bad, the fans were actually going insane over these photos. They managed to find your social media and kept tagging you in posts, one of the notifications popping up on the screen as Chris reads comments. “Wait click that,” Chris instructs, pointing towards the right hand corner of the laptop.

Nick clicks the notification swiftly, managing to catch it before it was replaced by another one. The notification leads them to your Instagram account, your aesthetic and page layout immediately jogging Chris’s memory. Suddenly he remembers every detail from that night, Candy by Plan B playing in his head as images of you flash through his mind.

“Is this her?” Matt asks, shooing Nick’s hand off the mousepad so he can scroll through your account. Your account was full of photo dumps; all of them including pictures of you with friends, family, out partying, and a lot of provocative selfies. There was a sexy, mysterious edge to you that could put anyone in a trance, and it was evident in your suggestive poses and the amount of likes under each post. Matt clicks on one of the photos, you’re wearing a little black dress and holding a beer, sitting on a lounge chair outside of a bustling party.

It was the exact dress from that night, and Matt instantly recognizes the background as the same venue from the party. Your legs and chest are visible, black pumps and a gold necklace on full display; all of them being the same details from Chris’s scandalous photo. “Dude you’re so fucked!” Matt reiterates loudly with a laugh, zooming into the background of the picture.

In the background, among other drunk people, you can faintly see Chris, Matt, and Nick. Chris squints his eyes at the screen, trying to see if he was distinguishable in the photo, but he clearly was. He couldn’t lie his way out of this situation even if he tried, all the evidence pointed directly at him.

“Fuck!” He groans, running an anxious hand through his hair. What the fuck was he going to do? What if this singular night and these photos managed to ruin their career?

Matt laughs, he understands that this is stressful, but even he had to agree that you were hot, “Dude, don’t worry. I’d get cancelled for her too.” Chris sends him a warning look and Nick rolls his eyes, this was no time for jokes.

Nick takes control of the laptop again, opening up a chat with you. “Wait, what are you doing?!” Chris asks immediately, watching as Nick types up a lengthy message. “Fixing your damn mistake,” he replies, pressing send without hesitation. Chris groans, facepalming as he thinks of what that message would lead to.

“Like I said dude, you’re fuuuucked,” Matt comments in a sing song tone, chuckling as he retreats to his room. Nick shuts the laptop, standing from the table and doing the same, grumbling a “fucking dumbass” as he walks upstairs.

Chris is left to think about the situation, mind replaying that night on loop. Although he doesn’t regret it, he feels like a high schooler getting in trouble for having a girl over and locking the door.

He was a grown man, he could kiss as many strangers as he wanted, but he still couldn’t help but wonder what he was supposed to do now.

—

Despite all the comments and backlash you were receiving, you didn’t learn your lesson. Instead of hiding from the world, you dolled yourself up for another night out. Your outfit is sensual, it screams ‘I don’t care what you think about me,’ and turns heads when you walk in a room.

You were still in the infancy stage of your career as an influencer, and if you’ve learned one thing from watching your friends get involved in scandals it’s that these things come and go. Tomorrow something more exciting will entertain people and they’ll forget all about you, so why stop having fun?

The strings of your thong peak from above your low rise jeans, a fitted crop top hugging your figure perfectly. You’ve styled your hair and done your makeup, ready to get drunk and ruin it with more mistakes at yet another influencer party. Hopefully Chris would be there too, not only because you’d love to dance with him again, but because you need to talk about the elephant in the room.

Of course you didn’t really care how this affected your career, but you knew that he and his brothers would take a slight hit from this. They were more established in this field, people held high expectations of them and scandals like this only tainted their image.

You do a once over of your outfit in the mirror, making any last minute finishing touches before walking downstairs. As you’re making your way downstairs, you grab your purse and begin shoving random things in there, your phone being one of them. The phone vibrates in your hand indicating a notification, nothing out of the ordinary especially right now, and when you inspect it your eyes just gloss over your phone before turning it off.

It was a message from the ‘triplets,’ apologizing for their fans behavior and for the entire scandal, even inviting you to meet in person to discuss what comes next. If you weren’t so excited to go out, and if you would’ve clicked the message, you would’ve realized that it was from the actual triplets and not a troll account. But at this point you’ve received so many notifications just like it from a plethora of sources, so you didn’t pay it any mind.

Instead of stressing yourself out, you shove your phone in your purse and walk out the door to meet your friends. You were going to enjoy your night with or without a scandal.

—

Chris is apprehensive, not sure if he should join Matt and Nick on their night out, especially not after what happened last time. Matt and Nick are dressed and ready, waiting for Chris in the living room so they can leave. Maybe attending another influencer party so soon after the scandal wasn’t the best idea, but Matt already promised he’d go and Nick had friends texting him asking if he was coming. So, if Chris didn’t want to go that was fine, but the other two were definitely making an appearance.

Chris is torn between two choices: stay home and protect his image or attend this party in hopes of seeing you again. He chews on his cheek, mulling the decision over before mumbling a quiet, “fuck it,” and getting dressed. Everyone was already raining hell fire on him, what difference did it make if he made mistakes now?

He throws on a casual outfit, ruffling his hair in the mirror before exiting his room and jogging up the stairs. Matt and Nick look up from their phones once they sense Chris’s presence, a little shocked that he’s joining them.

“Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go,” Chris comments nonchalantly, tilting his head towards the door to encourage the other two to get up. Nick is more conscious of his actions than Chris is, and he knows that as soon as Chris enters that party all eyes are going to be on him. And, if you’re already there, the attention this’ll bring is worse. “Don’t you think you should-“ Nick begins, but Chris cuts him off because he knows where this is going and he doesn’t want to chicken out now.

“I said I’m ready. Let’s fucking go.”

Matt rolls his eyes at Chris’s tough guy act, grabbing his keys and walking past him, “Watch your fucking mouth, kid.” Chris ignores him, following closely behind him as they walk downstairs and out the door. He suddenly feels excited, he can’t wait to get drunk and lose all his inhibitions.

—

The party is like any other, full of drunk people and loud music, the smell of alcohol and weed being the only thing wafting through the air. Chris was excited on the car ride there, but as soon as he hops out of the car he can feel everyone’s eyes on him, and that’s when the anxiety kicks in. What the fuck was he thinking? That he could saunter into this party and go unnoticed?

Chris tightens his jaw, trying to keep his composure and show zero signs of weakness. People are murmuring, pointing, some of them even laughing. If Chris didn’t have Nick and Matt at his side he would surely break and let the anxiety consume him. The three of them are doing their rounds, greeting friends and grabbing drinks along the way: the usual. Chris wills the bad thoughts away, taking a swig of his beer as his eyes scan the room.

Last time he was scanning the room for anything or anyone exciting, this time he’s scanning the room for one person; you. He hasn’t been able to spot you in the crowd, and after the scandal he dragged you into, he wouldn’t blame you for not showing up. Chris takes another long swig of his beer, practically chugging the drink as he tries easing his nerves with the alcohol.

“Go slow with that shit,” Nick comments with a scoff, pointing at the beer that was already halfway finished. Chris holds his hands up in defense, he definitely had to pace himself tonight, especially with so many haters lurking around every corner. “I’m gonna go find my friend, don’t do anything stupid,” Nick continues with a warning glare, pushing past Chris and disappearing into the crowd

Chris’s eyes follow Nick, watching as his figure weaves between people until he’s no longer in view. He allows his eyes to scan the room one last time, mentally claiming that if he doesn’t find you then it wasn’t meant to be. Just as his eyes reach the far left corner, and he’s about to give up, he sees you. He swears he feels his heart skip a beat, butterflies in his stomach, and heat rise to his cheeks.

You’re sitting on the arm of the couch, legs crossed and rocking back and forth as you groove to the music. In your hands is a cold beer, you take small sips from it in between conversation with your friend. Chris is silently grateful that you’re here with a friend and not another guy because it means he stands a chance with you. Usually he wouldn’t be psyching himself out this much, but you were easily the prettiest girl in the room, he’d even go as far to say that you were the prettiest girl at the party.

“I’ll be back,” Chris says to Matt, slapping his brothers back and abandoning the group he was standing with as he walks towards you. Matt, who was previously engaged in a conversation, is now watching Chris intently. Either Chris was going to come out as the underdog who got the girl, or he was going to make an idiot of himself and become a viral sensation once again. The group Matt is standing with is watching too, ready to watch Chris fail to impress you and walk back defeated.

Chris pushes past dancing couples, apologizing to anyone he bumps into as he walks towards you. His eyes are locked on you, afraid that if he looks way you’ll disappear and become a figment of his imagination. You’re too busy talking to your friend to notice Chris approaching, one of your arms rests on the back of the couch as you lean into your friend. The music is loud, the lights are blinding, and the alcohol is beginning to muddle your senses.

When you pull away from your friend you see him, standing so dangerously close to you that if it were anyone else you’d be startled. But for some reason you feel comfortable, you feel like you’ve known Chris for forever and he’s just a friend coming to say hi. So that’s what you do.

“Oh! Hi,” a big smile grows on your face, the alcohol making you extra confident and cheery. Chris chuckles, finding your drunken state only slightly amusing. “Hi,” he replies with a goofy smile, taking a step closer to you on the couch.

He’s now standing in between your legs, gentle hands landing on your thighs before he continues, “our kiss broke the internet, huh?” You laugh, Chris had an unmatched charm to him that could make anyone fall in love.

“Tryna break it again?” you ask, feeling extra bold now that he’s standing so close. He smirks knowing that in that moment, despite all the online drama and rumors, he came out with the girl. “We can try,” he replies coyly, leaning into your touch as he allows his lips to hover over yours.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, the music, or the crowd of people watching, but Chris feels the need to claim you as his in front of everyone at this party. His lips attach to yours, both of you moulding together as Candy by Plan B plays in the background.

You were sweet as candy and Chris couldn’t help but take a bite.

—

MASTERLIST

A/n:

Latinas for Chris🚨Latinas for Chris🚨

Had this one in the drafts for a while. I just had to write something for my Latina girlies 😋

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[adrienneleclerc]

girl! I love everything you write! I have a tiny request if possible, what would you thing about wrote a scenario/reaction of Charles at a concert by his Latina girlfriend with some of the guys from the grill? Something like the first time seen her on the stage 🙈 ily

Ooh I love that!!! Like always, I’ll be using Becky G as a face claim for the header, I love you too! I am so glad you like what I write, sometimes I’m not too sure about some of the fics I post but I really am glad you like them. And his Latina girlfriend doesn’t know Charles will be there either!

Superstar

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles is dating the Latin superstar, Y/N L/N, and he finally sees her on stage.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: hope y’all like It, I believe the header look PERFECT for this, I know I always use Becky G but I fucking love her, what you gonna do?

Charles and Y/N were by far the most loved couple on the grid, their outfits were always coordinated for media day, whenever Y/N has a new song released, Charles will post about it, Y/N music videos will always have Charles somewhere in the background, something of his in the background, or as her love interest in the video, they were so supportive of each other. However, Charles has never seen her perform live, he has never been to one of her concerts at all.

Y/N was currently in the Rose Bowl Stadium, backstage, doing her makeup and doing a wardrobe check. The white cargo pants and crop top looks good, her hair was styled perfectly, and she got her phone so she could call Charles before performing. However, what she didn’t know, was that Charles was somewhere in the Rose Bowl with Carlos, Lando, Lewis, Pierre, and Oscar.

“Can’t believe we drove down here.” Pierre said, moving through the crowd. “Can’t you just wait until your girlfriend does a European tour? And why do you have roses?” Pierre asks

“I haven’t seen her in 2 weeks, this is her first full headline tour, my girl deserves her flowers. Plus, who knows if I’ll be free when she’ll have a European tour.” Charles said.

“I am excited, look many fans Y/N has.” Lando said,

“Yeah, she’s very popu…” Charles started saying but the crowd started screaming, he saw a spotlight, and that’s when he saw Y/N in her performance outfit, she was glowing, waving at the audience.

“Como están, Pasadena?!?” Y/N asked the crowd, they cheered “If you do not know who I am, my name is Y/N, and this is my first stop in my US tour! Now let’s get this concerted! I mean it’s reason why you’re all here.” The track ‘Arranca’ started playing, Y/N was dancing, singing, interacting with the crowd, Charles watched in awe and Carlos sang along,

“You know the song?” Lewis asked the Spanish man.

“It’s on my playlist, cabrón.” Carlos answered, making Lewis laugh. Charles pulled out his phone to record her. The song finished after a minute.

“Now as you guys may know, I have a boyfriend.” Y/N said and the crowd started cheering. “He’s a few years older than me, as all Latino parents, they’re a little concerned, but I told them que a mí me gustan mayores.”

The crowd went crazy as the song ‘Mayores’ began to play, the song went along as normal until the second verse. “Si él supiera que en mi mente yo solo quiero a uno, dice que en la mañana me quiere de desayuno, como él ninguno, dura más que uno de 21, él se pone para todas mis locuras, sabe que a mi me tiene segura, no quiero un Romeo, no quiero aventura, Daddy Yankee sabe que estoy dura, me resuelve siempre 24/7, pa él me quedan de más los juguetes, me da todo nuevo del paquete, difícil que con él tú te compares, mejor vete.” And everyone SCREAMED, Carlos laughed and put his hands on Charles’s shoulders, shaking him. If he knew that I only want one person on my mind, he says he wants to have me for breakfast, there’s no guy like him, he lasts longer than a 21 year old. He’s down for whatever, my ride or die, he knows I’m his, I don’t want a Romeo, I don’t want adventure, Daddy Yankee knows I’m bad, he’s ready 24/7 (like if Y/N wants sex, Charles is DOWN), there’s no need for toys when I’m with him, everything he gives me is brand new, it’s difficult if you think you can compare to him, you better leave.

“Wow, cabrón, didn’t know you had it in you.” Carlos said.

“I really gotta learn Spanish.” Charles said.

“Yes you do.” Carlos replies.

After like 28 songs, the concert finished.

“Thank you so much, Pasadena, you have been a great audience, I’ll see you next time!” Y/N said. Once the lights turned on, Charles said goodbye by to the boys.

“Hey, I’m gonna see Y/N backstage, I’ll meet you guys later.” Charles said.

“Yeah sure, we’ll be in the cars.” Pierre said.

While Charles went to one of the security guards, the boys got out of the stadium singing one of Y/N’s songs.

“Ahora tengo novio nuevo que me hace ram Pam Pam Pam Pam.” They sang.

“Don’t know Spanish, but her songs are so good!” Oscar exclaimed.

“Yes they are, we should go to more concerts actually.” Lewis said.

Charles got escorted to Y/N’s dressing room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Y/N said and she turned around, seeing Charles holding flowers. “Muñeco!” Y/N said, getting up to hug him, Charles hugged her back hard, rubbing her back. She pulled away. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Las Vegas? Isn’t your flight back to Monaco tomorrow?”

“I came to see you, I never saw you perform before, you were amazing. The crowd loved you, Carlos was singing along, I think Lewis, Pierre, Lando, and Oscar became fans…” Charles said.

“Wait, the 6 of you drove down here to see me?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. Well, Pierre and Lewis drove the cars.” Charles admitted.

“Well I’m glad they liked the show.” Y/N said.

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charles_leclerc went to see my girlfriend perform last night and she was amazing! Couldn’t be more proud of her for her first headline tour at 21 years old. She is talented and I finally got to see her perform for the first time ever. I love you, mon coeur 😘❤️

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yourusername loved the surprise, muñeco! I love you too, I expect to see you at more concerts from now on

carlossainz55 i have your songs stuck in head now

yourusername as you should!

landonorris best concert I’ve been to in a long time, glad I went with you

oscarpiastri thank you for inviting me, dad

lewishamilton big fan of her music, Roscoe is loving it too

pierregasly i already added some of her songs to my playlist

y/n_Queen love that the grid became fans of her, so cute 🥰

user39 Charles is giving “male wife” and I love it!

user18 will we be getting more Y/N songs on the F1 playlist 😱

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Hope y’all liked it! It’s a little short but I think it turned out well

[here-comes-the-moose]

I feel like each member of the Bad Batch is a good dancer but in different ways. Allow me to elaborate:

To start off, I headcanon Tech as the absolute best dancer, like he knows how to dance EVERYTHING. This is because he reminds me of my grandfather, and my grandfather is that way; if there’s a dance, my grandfather knows how to do it. He and Phee are the last people on the dance floor at every event. If you’re having a party where there’s dancing, you want Tech to be there.

I don’t know why, but I can picture Hunter being good at salsa dancing and merengue. Maybe it’s the slutty waist or the dad vibes, but I can see him being the guy that all of your tias and your abuelita are telling you to marry because he’s a good dancer even though he isn’t Latino.

Wrecker was a bit of a hard one, but after some thought and looking through videos, I can see him dancing samba and absolutely KILLING it. I can see him dancing salsa and bachata as well. He also slays at musical theatre dancing. I see him going CRAZY when dancing to reggaeton music; the second he hears Daddy Yankee, that’s it give him some room. Also I KNOW he goes crazy when Bad Bunny comes on.

For some reason Echo is giving me club dancing vibes but also line dancing. Like he’s going CRAZY when the Cupid Shuffle or the Cha Cha Slide come on at the function. Also knows how to pole dance and break dance for some reason. The only member of the squad who can successfully twerk. He’s also killing it when it comes to dancing to reggaeton.

Crosshair’s dance is the tango. Nothing will change my mind. The dance just SCREAMS him with the movements. I can see Crosshair doing ballet. I can also see him shaking his nonexistent ass on an elevated surface to club songs while drunk.

Omega knows a little bit of everything, since Tech loves to teach her, but I feel like she’d DEMOLISH in tap dancing. I also feel like she’d be good at salsa as well.

[copias-sewer-rat]

Drabble: Imagine going out to a party w/ Copia, "perreando" together to the rhythm of Daddy Yankee's Gasolina🍑🍰🔥[GN reader]

This is completely selfish, I just miss going to parties and dancing to these types of songs. Also, I cannot get Copia's butt out of my mind, (I blame the thrusting compilations on TikTok) so this is the result. Suggestive content so a bit of a warning. Hope you enjoy!

"Perreando" is twerking in Spanish, it just sounds better 😂

He would hear the first notes of the song and get a bit nervous. You shout your heart out because of course you love that song. You told him what a great time you usually had with your friends dancing to it at parties.

To surprise you, he has been practicing his dance moves alone at night, listening to the song over and over, watching videos of people "perreando".

When Copia checked the translation of the song and learned what it meant he was a ball of pure nervousness. He could not stop thinking about you dancing to that song with him, so he swore to make it happen.

It is a very rough and sexual type of dance so he is a bit nervous to get so close to you in that way. Even if you have been intimate before, he is still nervous because he doesn't want to disappoint you.

He has taken a few shots during the party but he is still nervous (poor baby🥺🖤).

At the start he fumbles a bit on his own feet due to the amount of excited people around you.

When the song properly starts and you start singing/shouting in Spanish and shaking your butt he knows the time has come to test all those hours of practice.

He first gets behind you, grabbing your sides and moving his crotch to your butt. You are actually very surprised and get a bit flustered but you follow his lead and start twerking on his private area.

He also gets flustered as he feels his dick tingling in excitement. When you lower your upper body down and look back to him with a lustful smile he actually loses all his shyness. However, he has to physically restrain himself from thrusting into you (instead of rubbing himself on your butt).

When the chorus comes again, you stop twerking on him and instead turn back completely to look at him. You grab his shoulders and jump around singing like crazy.

Then, the chorus stops and he knows it is his time to shine. He turns so his back is facing you. Copia leans just a bit so you have enough room to check his butt and then he starts shaking it to the rhythm of the song.

You stay still for a moment, eyes big like saucers, laughing nervously and excitedly.

The alcohol in your system is not to blame for how hot you feel, all the blame goes to Copia's buttcheeks, jiggling like gelatin, looking extremely delicious just for you.

Copia knew how weak you were for his butt and thighs, so this is his present for you.

You get close behind him, your lower area rubbing into his butt at the rhythm of the song and then he starts to go down.

He is just full of surprises but you are not complaining, this is the happiest you have been in a while. You follow him down, your butts mere inches away of touching the floor to then go back up.

Copia's knees hurt a bit at the action but he makes no sound to complain about it (he will regret it in the morning).

He keeps shaking his butt, each movement he feels more in sync with the music until you playfully spank him a couple of times jokingly.

Copia was not expecting that from you and stops for a second, cheeks flushing red but not in embarrassment, maybe because you just awoke something in him. The aching member in his pants being enough proof of how much he enjoyed you spanking him, even if it was a joke.

The chorus comes up again and he turns to face you once more.

You sing to him, putting your hands over his shoulders and around his neck. He puts his hands around your waist, grabbing your butt.

Then, the song goes: "Tenemo' tú y yo algo pendiente (you and I have something unresolved), Tú me debe' algo y lo sabe' (you owe me something and you know it), conmigo ella se pierde (she losses it with me), no le rinde cuentas a nadie (she doesn't report back to anyone)”. And to your surprise Copia starts singing that part to you in a bit of a broken Spanish, but you know that he understands what he is saying.

You get impossibly close to him, your cores rubbing into each other, your hands haven't moved from their places. You feel his dick pulsing against your hip to then realise how horny you are as well. You had been so lost in the music that you hadn't even noticed your own arousal.

Copia's gaze is burning into you as he sings, his pupils dark, cheeks flushed and sweat on his forehead, his makeup turning grey in some places.

You bite your lip in excitement and then you push your hands down a bit, letting Copia know what you want from him.

Still tangled, you start twerking down together, butts almost once again touching the sticky floor of the club. Copia keeps you balanced with his hands on your ass and you keep him steady with your own hands on the back of his neck.

You stay low for a bit, sweaty foreheads pressed together as he repeats the lyrics over and over tugging on your butt, caressing it and jiggling it on his hands.

When you come back up as the song fades into the next one, you cannot hold it anymore. You launch yourself to kiss Copia in a messy, hot and passionate kiss.

As you make out in the middle of the dance floor, your hands go to caress Copia's butt, grabbing it like fresh dough to then spank it again.

You make out for the entirety of the song, your tongues dancing at the rhythm of it (even if you don't even notice it).

When you part in need of air, Copia suddenly grabs your hand in a rush and pulls you to the club's bathrooms. You do really owe him something and it isn’t another dance.

Actually, you are sure that you are not going to dance much more tonight.

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Todays rip: 16/09/2023

Plains of Des-passing-to

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume A

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I tried to really rack my brain this week over more recurring song sources that I hadn't yet featured in posts. Not that there's anything preventing me from featuring multiple rips with the same source for their joke, of course, but I find it really interesting to write about the history of jokes on here, and I only really get that opportunity when its a joke's first time. After only a small bit of searching I would land on the subject of today's video: the legendary Despacito by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee.

Its a song that I'm sure a lot of us still can't get out of our heads for, perhaps the wrong reasons - during its prime time in 2017, it was ridiculously overplayed on all sorts of radio stations and music events in general. It became the new "annoying trend", so to speak, akin to something like Justin Bieber's early work (how ironic) and...Ed Sheeran music, I guess? Keep in mind that me writing this is one of the most out-of-touch people with the world of music - I'm just speaking from what I've accumulated from talking to others, lol. Either way - for as popular as Despacito would end up being, it developed a sort of hatedom by the time 2018 rolled around. And ironically enough, I think that hatedom is part of what makes Plains of Des-passing-to so good.

Because lets face it - after a whole year of it playing EVERYWHERE on the radio, the last thing people wanted in 2018 was to hear *more* Despacito - it really didn't matter how good the song was, at that point. Yet for as hard as it was to admit, we'd all grown a collective familiarity to the tune by 2018, which Plains of Des-passing-to exploits so god damn well. It's an arrangement of the aforementioned song in the style of Strike the Earth! from Shovel Knight - but its a fucking incredible arrangement in a way I still find hard to believe is real. ALL pieces of the original two tracks used are replicated - Strike the Earth!'s more low-key opening, the lead-up to Despacito's main chorus, the percussion alternates between feeling taken from one or the other - its so much more than just an arrangement of one song in the sound of the other, its a full-on marriage of the two. And for as much as we all hated Despacito, this arrangement reveals the truth:

The song's a fucking bop!

With UUN4's talent and the Strike the Earth! instrumentation replacing the otherwise overplayed original, everyone in the comments section came together and effectively admitted defeat to the 2017 demon. It was absolutely incredible to witness first-hand back as Season 3 was happening, to see just about everyone accept this song that they'd previously loathed as mainstream-pop garbage. And though the meme hasn't exactly become a "mainstay" on SiIva, it makes me so happy to see rippers and fans alike acknowledge just how much potential the song has to sound good. That, or my 2017 brainwashing still hasn't been healed.

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[imgloriaa]

considerations on cnco as solos (this post is especially for richard and erick) and this considerations comes because i’m watching the concert, yes.

i think richard is capable of breaking records if only he’d just have a genre switch. we love raggaeton, we all do, but not all reggatoneros make it to the top. i’d see richard making some american pop, you know? he’d make such an amazing pop artist because he has this beautiful versatile voice, he can dance because boy has moves, he owns the stage.. i mean, i would be pro to a genre switch and see him get back what wk took from him. yes, richard, go pop!!!! don’t we all envision the same concept for his music video? him shirtless on a motorbike? no? well, i do.

meanwhile erick needs to stick on raggaeton because that snippet of song that was going around on tiktok??? SLAY. BOP. he would make such a big hit, the kind of song that would be played at every single raggaeton night around the world and people will stream his song and start to follow him and stuff. baby boy, release that song we need it. i need to move my ass!! make me happy and give us that bop. give us HITS. we don’t have decent raggaeton hits since daddy yankee retired. feed us.

[lyricsofnewsongs]

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