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why is my best coping method is reading fanfiction then play it out inside my head while thinking its real

do you want me (dead)? * op81

oscar finds himself with no memory of the race weekend, but he does find your company very comforting amidst all the confusion

pairings: oscar piastri x female!reader

word count: 1.4k

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oscar doesn’t exactly remember leaving the house. perhaps he’d been running himself on autopilot the entire morning until he regained consciousness, finding himself roaming by the streets alone.

nobody seems to spare him a second glance as he walks, which in itself is kind of weird.

not that he’s let the fame get to his head — it’s just not out of the ordinary for him to be stopped for a photo or two on the daily. he doesn’t mind. in fact, it’s arguably one of the more fun parts of his day: interacting with people.

it gets easier the longer he works under mclaren and alongside lando. slowly but surely, he’s coming out of his shell again.

the next question in his head is if the race weekend has come and gone. the miami weekend is typically so grand and exciting that it seems to just get past him before he has the time to fully process it and enjoy every moment.

but why isn’t anybody rushing him to get into a plane to head to the next destination?

how weird. it’s even weirder that he can’t find his phone; there’s no way that he just left his hotel without it.

oscar stumbles back when a body collides against shoulder, a whine following the thud of something falling to the ground. he looks down and sees you, just crouching down to pick your things up.

“i’m so sorry,” oscar mutters, shaking his head. “i didn’t see you.”

“no, i’m sorry,” you laugh softly, shaking your head as you lift your eyes from your phone on the ground. “i should have known better than to be checking my emails while walking a busy street.”

he’d been so caught up with the sheer bizarreness of his circumstance that he hadn’t noticed your smaller frame zipping through the crowd. considering how significantly smaller you are compared to him, he just feels worse that now your phone is the one on the ground.

and you were so caught up awaiting the release of your final grades for the semester that you hadn’t seen the guy walking in your direction.

the guilt eats you up; you’re not typically the person to be so engrossed by your phone while walking in crowds.

“i’m sorry either way.” he stands up with you and grins. “is your phone okay? because if it isn’t…”

you take a quick glance at your phone and wave his concerns off. “i’m sure it’s fine.”

you remain in your spot for a few more seconds. people are manoeuvring around both of you, some throwing dirty looks and some stares of confusion as they pass you.

but oscar can’t help but feel drawn to you. the longer he looks into your eyes, the calmer he feels about every single unanswered question in his head.

he tries to look for an explanation in your eyes as to why he is feeling this way. maybe he knows you from somewhere? maybe you’ve met before and he just doesn’t know when or where from?

“are you okay?” you pipe with a small smile. “if it’s my phone, seriously don’t even worry about it. it’s dropped from greater heights and survived before.”

“no, i,” oscar trails off. “i… nothing, i just…” he shakes his head with a small grin. “it’s just been such a long day.”

“long day?” you chuckle. “it’s only noon.”

he scrunches his nose with a shrug. “there’s just a lot going on for me right now,” he laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “well, again, i’m so sorry about your phone.”

“oh,” you frown slightly, “i’m sorry about what you’re going through. is there anything i can do to help?”

your own words shock you — you’re always extending a hand to help people, but this time it might just bite you back in the ass. because this man that stands in front of you is a stranger.

you don’t even know his name.

oscar blinks down at you, taken aback by your unwavering offer.

“i must have freaked you out!” you shriek, waving your arms in the air. “i mean, only if you want to. it’s just an offer; maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it and get it off your chest.”

oscar furrows his eyebrows, a small smile playing on his lips. he points a finger at you, “are you asking me out?”

a blush creeps up your cheeks as you realise what you’ve said. “no!” you say immediately with wide eyes. “it’s not that you’re not cute, but that wasn’t my intention. i wasn’t asking you out! i was just offering a helping hand if you need one and i–“

you cut yourself off, staring at him wide-eyed and stiff as you realise that you’ve probably rambled his ear off. you clear your throat and stand a little straighter.

oscar looks down at you with amusement and a small smile. “is that offer still on?” he leans down slightly. “i don’t think you’re not cute either.”

“hm, alright,” you say softly. “do you have anywhere in mind?”

he shrugs, taking his spot next to you. “i’m not from here. i’m only here for the weekend.”

“the weekend?” you furrow your eyebrows as you start walking ahead, a place already in mind. “tourist?”

“for work,” oscar presses his lips into a thin line. “i travel a lot for work — miami is supposed to be a short stop.”

“you must be earning the big bucks,” you tease with a small grin.

oscar snorts. “you can say.” he follows you blindly, weaving through the crowd a couple of steps behind you. “so what do you do? studying?”

“yeah, my final year in university,” you confirm with a small nod, “i’m a business major.”

“smart kid,” oscar teases.

he stops abruptly behind you after you stop by a pair of doors.

you beam as the service staff approaches you with a grin. “table for 2, please.”

“2?” the staff repeats to you with eyebrows raised. “we have a time limit for dining in at 60 minutes — plus waiting time. sorry, it’s nearing lunch hour and there’s always an influx of diners…”

“yeah, that’s no problem,” you answer with hesitation in your voice. “do you have a table available? otherwise, that’s alright.”

“we do.” the staff takes a step back and gestures for you to follow her in.

she leads both of you to a table in the middle of the resto-bar, setting 2 menus on the table with a small grin. “can i get you a glass of water?”

“yes, please,” you grin as she walks away. you turn back to oscar. “wait, i don’t think i’ve gotten your name yet.”

“oh, could you turn that up?” someone asks loudly before oscar can open his mouth to give you an answer.

you huff and turn your attention to the tv screen hung behind the bar counter, the volume indeed being turned up by the waitress.

“the miami grand prix has been cancelled by the fia, announced in an emergency press conference following a gnarly crash involving a race car driver.”

the newscaster’s voice begins to bounce on the walls of the resto-bar and it gradually pervades every corner of the bustling room. the previously lively chatter among the patrons slowly dwindles, giving way to an enveloping silence as the news report takes centre stage.

“putting the season on hold,” oscar repeats under his breath, a scowl forming on his face as he processes the words. “why hasn’t anyone told me this?”

“mclaren driver, oscar piastri, remains in critical condition in a local hospital after sending his car into the barrier two nights ago in the track,” there’s a pause, “investigations are underway after foul play was suspected after an inspection of the car that evening.”

a picture pops up on the screen, making you throw your head back with a soft laugh. “hey, that guy kind of looks like you, doesn’t it?”

oscar takes a deep breath. “that is me.”

“what?”

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pairing: Sunoo x fem!reader

summary: Sunoo was going to do it. He really was going to confess to School Council President Y/N. He’s been planning his careful approach for WEEKS! However, fate is a bitch and one misunderstanding led to not only Sunoo FAILING to admit his feelings to the elusive Y/N, but also taking up a newer responsibility he was absolutely NOT ready for.

Why is being in love so hard?

includes: fluff, dear god the fluff, humor, crack (as it should) and Sunoo generally being a disaster around the love of his life lol.

warning(s): light angst and cursing 🧍🏻‍♀️

featuring: ENHYPEN, TXT’s Kai, Taehyun and Yeonjun; Weeekly’s Jihan; aespa’s Winter and Ningning and IVE’s Wonyoung and brief appearances of other idols

status: COMPLETED

started: july 22, 2021

ended: september 15, 2021

a/n: we love a whipped Sunoo in this house! Also this is going to be Sunoo focused lol aka it’ll be told in his POV mostly. Why? Because I can and I wanted to switch it up MUWAH 😘

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act 1: just according to keikaku

act 2: the S in Sunoo stands for simp

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act 4: #SUNOO1STWIN🏆

act 5: oh my god the delusion

act 6: Y/N’s doormat

act 7: you boba looking fool

act 8: Y/N the enabler

act 9: not another essay

act 10: male wife era?

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Home for the Holidays - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader (DatingApp!AU)

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Back home in King's Landing for the holidays, Aemond Targaryen goes against his better judgement and downloads Hinge.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking (barely mentioned), mention of high school (lol). For the purposes of this Modern AU, I made Rhaenyra's kids the cousins of Alicent's instead of nephews and I will be aggressively ignoring the canon incest for this story LMAO.

Rating: G

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Word Count: 1790

A/N: Hey everyone! This is going to be a new three part series which will be published today, Friday, and Christmas Eve (I might also do a New Years installation if people are interested). I'll essentially be posting the events of this story "as they happen" so they'll be set on the day they're published. This was originally going to be two parts but I got carried away and here we are. This first part is fully SFW, nothing spicy--but we WILL be getting to spice in parts 2 and 3. Also, I edited this a grand total of one time so sorry for any errors. Like & Reblog if you'd like! :)

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Aemond Targaryen didn't do dating apps. 

To be fair, he really didn't do much dating in the first place. 

Seeing the hundreds of dates–and tens of short-term girlfriends that always ended poorly–that his brother had to show for his time on Tinder only strengthened his conviction that such things were, to put it simply, not for him. 

Perhaps it was boredom with being stuck home for the holidays, but somehow Helaena had bugged him enough about it and now, here he sat, a hypocrite, watching as his cousin and sister, Luke and Helaena, poured over his phone. His one condition for creating a profile had been that Helaena had to be the one to piece together a profile for him from the few photos he had of himself, and she was more than happy to oblige.

“You never let anyone take any pictures of you!” Helaena complained, “the best I can find outside of these three look like they come from found footage.” She waggled the screen with his semi-complete profile on it. 

Luke giggled at her comment, flopping back on the sofa, taking a large slup of his coca cola. 

“Yeah,” he chimed in, “like a cryptid, like Mothman.”

“Isn't it a little late for you to be having caffeine?” Aemond jabbed at his younger cousin, raising his voice just enough for Rhaenyra, Luke's mother, to overhear.

“Luke!” 

Right on cue, Rhaenyra whipped her white-haired head about, her accusing stare focused on her son. Luke leapt from the sofa, fleeing immediately, his soda in hand and Rhaenyra hot on his heels. 

“Luke, if you cannot get to sleep tonight, so help me-” 

Aemond grinned faintly, taking the opportunity to grab his phone from Helaena and bid his own mother a swift goodnight before retreating to his room. 

He shut his door behind him, flopping down on his back across his wide bed frame with a huff. He stared at the ceiling for a beat, before he pulled out his phone, reopening the screen to look at the profile Helaena had made for him once again. 

She had decided on Hinge for him, telling him that it was “one of the better apps for seriously meeting people”, and had mercifully battled off Luke and Jace’s valiant attempts to sign him up for FarmersOnly. 

It wasn't a bad profile, he supposed, flicking through the photos. 

Helaena had resorted to a professional headshot he’d had taken the semester prior for his Linkedin as his primary photo, staring the camera down steadily with his eye. Perhaps a bit much for a first picture, he mused, but again, he didn’t have many photos to work with. 

The second photo was a slightly unfocused picture of himself, Aegon, Helaena, and their youngest brother Daeron, taken when the family had all flown to Tokyo to drop Daeron off at his expensive international boarding school. Their mother had insisted the whole family join, and they all knew better than to push back against her on such things. 

The final picture made Aemond smile: a photo of him, crouching in front of his massive black lab, Vhagar. Her large tongue is licking his face in the picture, his eye squinted shut in suppressed laughter, half leaning away from her, but unmistakably happy. 

He liked that picture. 

*Someone Liked You! Match to Continue Your Conversation!* 

Aemond half-jumped at the notification, slightly surprised that he was getting any likes at all. 

He clicked on the profile, scrolling through quickly, skimming her basic information–vegetarian, gym-lover, non-smoker. She was pretty. 

*Someone Liked You! Match to Continue Your Conversation!* 

Aemond raised an eyebrow, unwillingly enjoying the satisfaction that women found him handsome enough to send likes in the first place. 

He clicked the notification, and was immediately frozen by what he saw. 

It was you. 

Clear as crystal on his screen, beaming at him over the rim of a mug in your first photo. 

No way, Aemond Targaryen??

You had commented on the photo of him and Vhagar. 

Before he could think twice, he matched with you, his fingers flying over the screen, typing and retyping until he sent:

In the flesh.

He stared at his screen, waiting for typing dots to show up next to your name again. 

God it had been so long since he had seen you–since high school graduation, to be exact.

He had been quiet in high school, no surprise there, and hadn’t had many friends. You, on the other hand, had been a member of Aegon’s never ending friend group. Coincidentally, you were also the only one who ever made an effort to include Aemond in the group when Aegon’s mother forced him to include his younger brother. 

He had never read into it any more than that–he wasn't stupid enough to think you'd reciprocate the embarrassing crush he'd started to harbor for you, nor was he going to allow himself to resent you for that. 

He'd entertained the idea of asking you to prom senior but someone else–decidedly two-eyed–had asked you first. 

Aemond hadn't gone to prom that year. He’d unconsciously started avoiding you after graduation, hoping to squash his silly feelings. 

But now, here you were. 

Home for the holidays? 

Your new text read. 

Yeah. 

Aemond stared at his one word reply, fiddling with his thumbs, trying to come up with something better to say than that. 

Still talkative as ever, huh? 

He snorted under his breath when he read that, a smile pulling at the corner of his lip. 

In a burst of confidence that he would later wonder might have been insanity, Aemond sucked in a sharp breath and sent his next message. 

I’m better in person these days, I promise. We should grab a drink tomorrow, if you're free. Would be nice to catch up. 

He stared at his phone, tips of his fingers turning paler where he gripped it tightly. 

After an eternity, it seemed, you responded. 

That sounds amazing :) 

-

Aemond felt sick. 

His palms were slick with sweat in spite of the cold weather raging outside, and the local bar in which he sat, which had seemed cute at first, now felt like it was suffocating him slowly. 

He couldn’t believe how nervous he was. It wasn’t even a date for God’s sake, he kept telling himself, just a chance to reconnect with an old friend. 

“Aemond!” He was jerked from his thoughts by your voice from across the room. His lips twitched in recognition, raising his hand in a half wave as you weave your way towards him through the other few tables. 

“You made it,” he stood to greet you, tensing briefly when you skipped the hand he offered for you to shake, wrapping your arms around his shoulders instead. 

“Sorry,” your voice was muffled in his shoulder, “I know how you feel about hugging,” you drew back just as quickly as you had grabbed him.

“I get one hug, just this once; I haven’t seen you in so long!” You exclaimed, gazing up at him with those big beautiful eyes and fuck he was not over you.

He had so much he wanted to say, he felt like his chest was split in two as he took you in, but instead he grinned back at you. 

“Drink?” He quipped. 

-

One drink turned to two, which turned to three, the liquid courage helping both of you fall back into an old rhythm with each other again that he had forgotten. It felt nice, he thought, being here with you.

“You’re lying!” you giggled hysterically, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“I’m not!” Aemond insisted, a wide lazy smile stretched across his face, “Baela tore Sunfyre to pieces. Aegon was pissed, and dad made him pay for the shop repairs and new paint job out of his own pocket.”

You snorted into a new peal of laughter at the mental image of Aegon dragging his beloved obnoxious gold motorcycle into the mechanic.

“So he had to publicly confess to a garage of burly mechanics that his cousin caused him to wreck the shit out of the thing because she’s the better biker?” you grinned wickedly, “Baela was always a good egg.”

“Mm,” Aemond hummed in agreement, allowing a moment of silence to settle on the pair of you, his eye flicking across your face. 

“So I feel like I have to ask,” you spoke up after a moment of comfortable silence, “what brings you to Hinge?” 

“Helaena and Luke.” Aemond answered truthfully. 

“Your sister and cousin?” you clarified, teasing, “I think that’s pretty frowned upon, both morally and legally speaking.”

“Not like that–” Aemond was laughing too, the liquor he’d drunk bubbling warm and low in his stomach, “Hel, she forced me to make a profile,” he explained, “said my brooding in the corner was depressing her.”

“You’re still a big brooder, huh?” 

Aemond nodded in mock sincerity, pressing a hand to his chest.

“I take my brooding extremely seriously.” 

— 

Aemond offered to walk you home later, feeling like his head was spinning when you looped your arm through his as the pair of you traipsed the few streets it took to get back to your family’s house.

You were laughing at something he had said again, head thrown back and your nose all scrunched up. The street lights shone in your eyes like stars, your hair catching the sparse snowflakes that had begun to fall at some point during the walk home, the water droplets glimmering in the half-light.

He could only watch you, helplessly feeling as though his heart were swelling too large for his chest. 

You were so beautiful it was painful. 

“Well,” you spoke up again, stopping your steps in front of your home and dropping Aemond’s arm. He wanted you to put it back. 

“I'll see you again before we go back to school, yeah?” you asked him, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat. 

“That sounds great,” Aemond shuffled slightly where he stood, trying to stay warm, “is your number still the same?” 

“Mhm!” You answered brightly, “Text me?” 

“Of course.”

And then you were hugging him again, chest crushed to his and he could barely breathe as he tried to ignore the feeling of your breasts pressed to him and the warmth of your hands pressed into his shoulders. You let him go quickly–too quickly in his opinion–and grinned at him once more, bidding him goodnight and walking to your door, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. 

He watched you shut the door behind you safely before he turned, making his way down the street, back to his family's home, trying not to think about your eyes under the streetlights or the shape of your lips. 

God, he was fucked.

runaway bride ( ✶ ) idol! sunghoon x fem idol! reader

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ‎𐪆 right when you thought you could run away from your past life as a figure skater by being an idol, you meet the sole person who made you want to leave that life behind in the first place. ₊˚✸ ༘

⸝⸝ GENRE ‎𐪆 pro figure skating + idolverse, childhood friends to (sort of) strangers to lovers au, angst, fluff, crack?

⸝⸝ WARNINGS ‎𐪆 my humor & some profanities :p

⸝⸝ STATUS ‎𐪆 completed : 05.17.22’ % START : 03.14.22’

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prologue . . . much needed fresh start

O1 . . . hybe’s obsession with figure skaters

O2 . . . the idol life is actually pretty fun

O3 . . . flashbacks at music bank

⠀⠀⠀ ˓ bonus chapter . . . deez nuts this deez nuts that

O4 . . . is this about yuna

O5 . . . 1 yr 9 months and 20 days

O6 . . . jake’s big beautiful blonde brain

O7 . . . no, what’s wrong with sunoo?

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O8 . . . the dumbest plan ever created

O9 . . . wish i had a time machine

1O . . . May 2020

11 . . . what if it’s fates calling?

12 . . . thriving without me

13 . . . everyone knows it’s us

14 . . . oh ok yeah sure totally

15 . . . Yn_Out

16 . . . is this the end of ynhoon?

17 . . . free lotte world tickets

⠀⠀⠀ ˓ bonus chapter . . . this always happens

18 . . . i wonder

19 . . . in another universe

20 . . . this isn’t like u

21 . . . something productive

22 . . . runaway together

23 . . . wanna be partners

24 . . . lotte world part one

⠀⠀⠀ ˓ bonus chapter . . . not bad

25 . . . lotte world part two

26 . . . i wonder why

27 . . . An Apology Video.

28 . . . thru text?

29 . . . defensive gf era

30 . . . not my problem lol

31 . . . f the smooching stage!

epilogue pt.1 . . . can’t help myself

epilogue pt.2 . . . mrsynpark

This wins tweet of the day

my pathetic cunts ♥︎

aemond and aegon are pathetic men in different ways, aegon is “sad drunk, clutching at your legs and begging you to get back together” pathetic and aemond is “hiding in the corner of your room, moping and waiting for your return with a love letter” pathetic

paper rings — sjy | MASTERLIST

synopsis: after his friend sent a tweet regarding a kid named jun who is oddly a replica of himself, jake started thinking if he actually had a kid that he didn't know about — which he suddenly remembered his ex-girlfriend 3 years ago, yn.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication, slight angst

taglist: you can send an ask to be added!

an: i know this troupe is used many times but im a sucker for this type of plot. keep in mind this will be a mini series (around 10 chapters) since i'm still finishing another smau atm. i hope you enjoy this and updates will be frequent... i think? lol

— CHAPTER 1

— CHAPTER 2

— CHAPTER 3

— CHAPTER 4

— CHAPTER 5

i just drooled

myy soul just slipped out of my body

source: jemsstargaryen, twt