#be kings of the world together pretty pleaseeeeee

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SHIN HA KYUN & KIM YOUNG KWANG in EVILIVE [E5-8]

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Ohh for the prompts: jamming out to the radio at midnight with Lando/Oscar pleaseeeeee 🥰

@etherealszs

this idea has been banging around in my brain since i got these two prompts a MONTH ago and i finally FINALLY got around to actually writing it lmao. takes places directly after the silverstone gp :)

It’s probably a little telling, Lando thinks, that he’s here, sitting on the counter of Oscar’s tiny little kitchen in Oscar’s tiny little London apartment, rather than at Christian Horner’s big BBQ bash, or whatever it’s called that Max had insisted he’d come to.

And before he would’ve gone, without a doubt. He was planning on going, even. But then Oscar had approached him after the race debriefing and had tentatively asked him what his plans for the evening were and if he maybe wanted to come over. His face had that unreadable quality it always has, but Lando’s gotten pretty good at reading Oscar’s tells. The little twitch of his mouth, revealing he’s nervous. How the flush on his cheeks darkens ever so slightly.

So he’d agreed, tried to hide his own nerves, tried to squash down the hope that started fluttering in his chest, and had followed Oscar here, to his kitchen.

Oscar is at the stove, making them grilled cheeses, because according to him they’re allowed a little cheating on their diets for the race they’ve just had. Plus, they’re both starving, even though the clock has now definitely ticked past midnight.

“All right, I think I’ve finally got it,” Lando says, looking up from his phone, where he’s been trying to connect to Oscar’s speaker for the past ten minutes. Only seconds later, the sound of the Spice Girls telling them ‘what they want, what they really really want’ starts filling the kitchen, and Lando does a little victory fist pump.

Oscar laughs. “You really are on top of the world today, aren’t you,” He deadpans, buttering a piece of bread. “Lando Norris: Almost winner of the Silverstone GP and king of the Sonos speaker.”

Lando hops of the counter and does a little twirl. “Give me a few weeks, I’ll win a race and figure out how to work the AC in my drivers room.”

“Only one of those is a realistically achievable goal,” Oscar says, as Lando leans against the counter and tries to steal a piece of cheese. Or well, there’s no real trying to it, because Oscar lets him without any protest.

“And I have you for the other one,” Lando says, beaming at him. “You and your magic AC fingers.”

Oscar rolls his eyes, puts a few pieces of cheese on the buttered bread. “It’s called using the remote. You should try it sometimes.”

Lando sticks his tongue out at him. Oscar places another piece of cheese on it and watches as Lando squawks in indignation as he nearly drops it on the floor. “You’re going to be up there as well,” Lando says, when he’s managed to actually get the piece of cheese into his mouth.

“What, on your AC unit? I’d rather not.”

“No, idiot, on the podium. With me. 1-2 baby,” he grins as he says it, leaning back against the counter again, watching as Oscar does that thing he does where he ducks his head to hide the blush on his cheek.

“Sure, yeah. Eventually,” Oscar’s focusing on assembling his sandwiches a little too hard, so Lando grabs his hands, pulls them away to force Oscar to look at him.

“I mean it. Today sucked, you deserved that podium. But you will get there, and I will get there too, and it will be awesome.”

Lando hadn’t realized, how close they were standing until right now, hips pressed together, his fingers encircled around Oscar’s wrists. Their faces are only inches apart, and Lando has a flashback to yesterday, after qualifying, him pressing Oscar against the wall behind the Mclaren motorhome, frantic and giggly and drunk on victory. Their mouths slotting together in a heated kiss. Oscar’s hands on his neck, pulling him closer closer closer.

They hadn’t talked, after. They still haven’t talked. Lando is too to bring it up, afraid that this fragile little thing they have will shatter in his hands when he does.

Lando pulls away a little frantically, grabs his phone. “You know what we need?” He asks, and when Oscar just stares at him blankly, he continues. “Hype music.” And presses play on his phone.

It takes a few seconds for Oscar to grasp what is playing over the speakers, but then he groans. “No, absolutely not,” he says, grabbing for Lando’s phone as Lando cackles loudly.

“Ooooh Oscar Piastri,” Lando sings over the White Stripes’ drum beat, and dances out of Oscar’s reach. “Come on, Oscar, dance with me!” He says, turning up the sound as music intensifies, jumping up and down.

Oscar sighs, but his eyes are twinkling and there’s a smile tugging in the corners of his mouth and then before Lando knows it he’s jumping along, making Lando laugh when he does some kind of weird head bang motion.

It’s just. It feels exhilarating. Like they’re letting go of all of the hardships and the terrible races of the past few months, and just celebrating. They had a fantastic race. They made out behind the Mclaren motorhome. And now they’re here, in Oscar’s tiny kitchen, and it’s just them and the White Stripes, and it feels liberating, like there’s a huge wait falling off his shoulders.

Eventually the song ends and Lando and Oscar collapse against each other in a heap of giggles, Lando burying his face in Oscar’s shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

When he pulls back he realizes the next song has started playing, Spotify randomly shuffling his music, and it’s Adele’s Make You Feel My Love. Suddenly, the moment feels entirely too intimate. Oscar’s arms are still wrapped around his waist, and Lando’s head was just on his shoulder, and they’re practically slow dancing without the moving, and their noses are only inches apart.

“Hi,” Oscar says, a little out of breath, still.

“Hi,” Lando says, and he should pull away, he should pull away, but he finds himself frozen in place instead.

“I-“ Oscar starts, before taking a deep breath. “I really want to kiss you,” he blurts out then, making Lando’s breath catch in his throat. “But,” Oscar goes on, “But I don’t want. If this is just like, a fling for you, I can’t do that.”

“Oh,” Lando says, because holy shit. “You mean, uh. You want to like. Date? Be boyfriends?” Get married buy a house have children grow old together.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, smiling softly. “If that’s what you want.”

“If that’s what I-“ Lando mutters incredulously before surging forward, pressing his lips to Oscar, who lets out a surprised little ‘mmph!’ before melting into the kiss. “Yes, I want to, you dumbass,” he clarifies, when he pulls away.

“Dumbass? Says the guy who can’t even figure out his own AC,” Oscar says, eyes shining with mirth.

“Oh, shut up,” Lando says. “That’s what I’ve got you for, don’t I?” He says, and then he kisses Oscar again.

[telomeraseee]

hi hi~ could i request a one shot of tsukki totally falling head over heels for you (as karasuno’s manager) ? sfw and nsfw versions if you’re cool with that! left it pretty open ended so you could let your creativity fly!!

a/n: i made this into hcs hehe if you dont mind, also this is my first time writing nsfw so feeeeeedbackkkkkk pleaseeeeee hahaha,, okay okay hope this is good enough and nsfw is under the cut! and thank you for requesting it makes me really happyyyyyy hehehe

SFW:

the moment you walk through those gym doors, manz knows his done for. i mean, never in his life had he seen anyone as beautiful as you, as small as you, but he would never tell you that, ever. tsukki got way too much pride.

would always be sneaking glances at you when you were working and would play 20% if you were watching. 

of course, you did your own fairshare of staring, how could you not look at those toned arms and lanky body when it was right in front of you. you would never have the nerve to tell him how good he looked in a plain white tee and black shorts. his ego was big enough although he would become mushy if you ever told him

would send snarky remarks that never fail to leave you blushing, when he catches you staring. something along the lines of ‘what’re you looking at? don’t you know it rude to stare’. oh and he would have that stupid smirk on his face that just makes you want to yeet him across the gym. 

overtime, he for sure realises how amazing you are and everyday his admiration and liking towards you just grow. there are times he finds himself thinking about how pretty your hair looked today and how he would do anything to run his hands through them

or how nice you were to everyone, including him when he’s the one who teases you the most.

homeboy def has his eye on you 24/7 and is ready to pounce if any wanted insect- i mean guy even enters a 2 meter radius of you.

the amount of times he’s pictured you in his arms, all wrapped up and cozy, makes him feel all warm inside. manz just wants you to be his but won’t confess first cus he prideful what a pain in the ass tbh stupid pride

eventually, you’re the one who confesses, and he’s so shocked that he lets his guard down and just stares at you. like for a whole 2 minutes, boy just stares at you until he mummers an ‘i like you back’ 

even if he wasn’t that enthusiastic with it, you knew he was bad when it came to feelings but you didn’t care and neither did he. you were his now and that all that mattered.

NSFW:

would purposely find reasons to get you alone and all riled up. homeboy would stand so close to you that you could feel the heat from his body and it made you all flustered. bitchboy knows he does this to know and takes advantage of it all the time.

once yall together, get ready for many, many quickies in the storage room or locker room. he knows how wet it makes you when there’s the risk of getting caught.

makes full use of this situation and fucks you extra hard just to toy with you. literally has to hold his hand over your mouth when yall going at it becuase you can’t stop the moans

def has a daddy kink. ‘who’s daddy’s little girl’ he would whisper in your ear as he bonks your brains out. and man, did you absolutely loved it

loves putting his hand on your thigh in public and experimenting how far he can go till youre a blushing mess

his hands would always be exploring your body no matter what his mouth is doing. he’s eating you out? his hands are toying around with your boobs. his fingers inside you, making you arch your back and curl your toes as you scream his name? his other hand is tracing your spine.

loves seeing you squirm underneath him and completely loses it when you beg for his dick.

but goddamn, he feels feels so good inside you. the way he just fills you up completely to the bring and how he doesn’t fail to bring you to your orgasm everytime. he loves it when you call out his name when he’s fucking you good and hard.

it makes him feel like the king of the world when he knows that he’s the one who can make you feel like this. that he’s the one who can fuck you this hard. it his name you’re calling. your pussy his dick is in and its your walls that tighten against him so much that bring him to his high, painting you walls white.

a/n: hahaha gotem anyways when i was halfway thru this a CAT broke into my house LOL and we have a dog and he went CRAY CRAY it was honestly the funniest thing ever lmao. thanfully i knew whose cat it was so i returned it but pretty sure my doggo was spooked af lol but dont worry he’s fine now yey!