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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year
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Weekend with the Grays 2022: day 03
7th of December; Sleigh, skate, go!
Vinnie Wakefield is a lover of outdoor activities so she jumped at a chance to go ice skating!
Event by @endlessly-cursed
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kala-ya-aan · 1 year
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Damn... I'm glad ma nugga Tru was there that night and we made this song. 💔🥺
#loveispain #heartbreak #unreleasedexclusive #songabouttheex #theoneyoulost #lethergo #unbearablepain #bleedingheart #lovehurts #lovestory #sad #drillrap #tilforever
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lewisvinga · 2 months
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munchkin ! | oscar piastri x fem! reader
summary; snippets into the life of a fashion student who is dating an f1 driver
fc; eva meloche
warnings; like one suggestive comment,
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs
notes; requested !
masterlist !
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yourusername: rain rain go away come again another day
oscarpiastri: working hard or hardly working?
yourusername: RUDE i did some v hard stitching tdy , pastry!
yourusername: all so i can finish my midterms n go see u, be nicer to me🤓
oscarpiastri: i’m so sorry the great and wonderful fashion student y/n!
yourusername: sounds better bookie
username: the scarf is so??? cute??
username: oh to be a fashion student in nyc
username: bye it was POURINGG tdy in nyc, how’d you do it girl
yourusername: thoughts and prayers 🥸
yourbestfriend: lol lewser my classes were online
yourusername: business students 🙄
friendone: nah i skipped class😭😭
friendtwo: LMFAO ME TOO, i didn’t feel like ruining my blowout
yourusername: yall fake asf i was left alone 😕
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yourusername: i call this fashion student in nyc who is trying to survive midterms week, running on $8 lattes and bagels, and missing her bf core
tagged; oscarpiastri
yourusername: 3rd pic is me when i see u , sexy oscarpiastri 😏😏😏
landonorris: gross. 🤢
oscarpiastri: babe??? when did u take the last pic?????
yourusername: when my sexy bf was trying chipotle for the first time ( 3 months ago )
oscarpiastri: ooooo chipotle, i miss it 😕
yourusername: why’re u ignoring me callin u sexy 🙄
landonorris: bc he’s blushing🥰🥰
oscarpiastri: no??? i’m not???😀
yourusername: AWHHH🥹🥹
username: omg the fit in the first slide is so??? cute???
yourusername: thank u it’s part of my collection for my midterms 🥸
username: the car filled w stuffed animals is so me
username: i live for a y/n photo dump
yourbestfriend: y/n was laughing at the smash painting oscarpiastri please she’s going insane
yourusername: LIAR
oscarpiastri: you just send me 5 smash memes, just hold onto your sanity for a little longer😞
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yourusername: my week so far ft my honeybun munchkin cutie pie and my bff
tagged; oscarpiastri, yourbestfriend
oscarpiastri: love you too, y/n!
yourusername: my honeybun munchkin cutie pie🫶 liked by oscarpiastri !
oscarpiastri: cute shows and chanel bag☺️
yourusername: thank u my beautiful amazing munchkin bf who will model for my collection for my finals😇
username: BF OSC BF OSC
username: the way he smiles at her 🥹
yourbestfriend: still regret not getting that black coat💔
yourusername: we gotta go back asap
lilymhe: TAKE ME W U I NEED A BLACK COAT TOO
yourusername: GIRLS SHOPPING TRIP!!
landonorris: ah , so those are the bags u hit me with…
yourusername: u were making fun of osc :(
landonorris: yeah bc he blushes when u call him munchkin?????
oscarpiastri: you WISH you had a gorgeous girl calling you munchkin.
yourusername: tell ‘em, munchkin!
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yooflm · 4 months
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a business proposal — smau
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PAIRING ▸ yoo jimin x fem!reader (ft. some members of aespa, le sserafim, ive, enha, riize)
GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, slowburn (eh..), social media au, romance, strangers to lovers, fake dating, e2l???, non-idol au, college au
SUMMARY ▸ after begging on ends for what seemed like weeks, you finally accept your best friends request to take her place for her upcoming blind date. the pro? you get a date with a hot CEO. the con? the CEO seems to be none other than your boss at your recently hired job!
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, kys/kms jokes, mentions of alcohol, sexual jokes, identity theft (joke), ignore the timestamps (will be adding more in the future)
STATUS ▸ ongoing (120523)
SCHEDULE UPDATE ▸ every fri's-sat's (or whenever i'm free)
TAGLIST closed. [ @myouiiiiiiii @yoontoonwhs @hwm1hyun @captivq @rinapomu @jisooftme @thefckghost @perfectsunlight @r4cjh @mineige @vlance @multiliker @pandafuriosa60 @miyawwn @hibernatinghamster @lilacura @haerinkisser @ellivadfr @chweverni @aeriniee @zzzseung-reads ]
author's note: okay so.. after trying to figure a great time to make another comeback w/ another smau, i have finally done it. blue orangeade felt so off so i discontinued it sorry 💔 this one.. i'll say will be counting as an early christmas gift and um, i'll fs be actively updating! might make a taglist and have it be 20 max..
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teaser
profile 1 (powerpuff girls 🍃🍃) | profile 2 (gordan rams me)
1 ) crazy bitch
2 ) ms. moving on
3 ) deal accepted.
4 ) broke college students (not classist)
5 ) the blind date
6 ) awkward...
7 ) bitch?? samantha and rachel???
more to come...
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© yooflm 2023 - don't copy, translate, or plagiarize my work on other platforms!
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h4m1lt0ns · 2 months
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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.
episode eleven :: “REDBULL FANS”
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔musical releases resume and so does the drama.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.
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ylnestate
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ylnestate U&U no. 44 will be released tonight at midnight. ‘Grandstand Girl’ is the 44th mini album by ﹫y/n and features artists like ﹫theweeknd, ﹫justinbieber, and ﹫champagnepapi. All songs (apart from Trust Issues) were produced and written by Y/n in the past couple months as she’s currently working on her biggest record yet, so stay tuned for that 😉⭐️!
tagged: theweeknd, champagnepapi, justinbieber.
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username MOTHER??????
username U&U COMEBACK?????? IM SO.
username OWAHHFKSKKWKDKS
username UNITED THE CANADIANS I SEE 🔥🔥🔥🔥
username U&U MEANS FULL ALBUM ON THE WAYYYYYY THANK YOU MOTHER 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
justinbieber thank you for having me ❤️ love you
username CLAIMING I DONT DO DRUGS
username i’m new here!!! what’s does U&U mean?
→ username u&u stands for undecided and unreleased, y/n usually drops u&u eps right before an album when she has songs that don’t fit the genre/make sense with the rest of the album. they usually consist of 2-6 songs and this one is ep number 44! hope this helped 💗
→ username totally did!!!! thank u bae
username NEW ALBUM ON THE WAY?????????
[liked by y/n]
username oh my god I CAN NOT RIGHT NOW. LOOORD.
theweeknd 💙💜
username drake finally got that feature 🤣
williamsracing UHM EXCITING????
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username let me be delulu for a sec. what are the odds that u&u no. 44 is called ‘GRANDSTAND girl’ 🤨 looking at you lewis
→ username wait.
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→ username oh yall crazy 😟 (i believe you)
→ username lewishamilton explain yourself.
fernandoalo_oficial slay
→ username WHAT
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→ username NANDO WHAT IS THIS SKDKEK
jensonbutton i already knew abt this yet i’m still surprised
→ y/n u should be used to my bullshit by now 🤨
→ sebastianvettel i know i am lol
→ username “slay” “abt” “lol” who are you folks anymore
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→ aussiegrit it’s the y/n effect
→ username MARK WHAT ???????????
lilymhe how dare you
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landonorris NEEDED A FIX OF YOU 🗣
→ charles_leclerc NOT JUST A KISS FROM YOU 🗣
→ yukitsunoda0511 I NEEDED MORE 🗣
→ username SPOILERS?????
→ landonorris yes.
username YES?????
y/n
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y/n SEBASTIAN VETTEL PLEASE COME BACK 💔 adopted another papaya fucker and a williams kid ft. fernando rizzlonso and sir lew 🩷
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y/l/nestate more kids?
username LEWIS 👊🏽 IS SO 👊🏽 HANDSOME 🗣
→ mercedesamgf1 real
username all this content today i feel like a ten year old at a sephora 😍😍😍
username THE ROSCOE STICKER.
→ mercedesamgf1 so cute isn’t he 😍
→ username ADMIND KAKFJSKSK
username lewis graduated from a bank cause that face card can’t decline.
username how does he *just* look like that ????!,!,’ 😭
username FERNANDO RIZZLONSO.
fernandoalo_oficial in slayzuka
→ username IN WHERE????
username YESSSS OSCAR AND LOGAN 🔥🔥🔥🔥
username aRE WE GONNA IGNORE HE COVERING MAX’S FACE WITH A ROSCOE STICKER???
username WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
landonorris new brothers unlocked
→ logansargeant hello brother
→ landonorris hello, i hope you know you’re my step brother bc i don’t share y/n 🙏🏼
→ oscarpiastri what about me?
→ landonorris read the terms and conditions, same rules apply to every adopted kid AFTER lando norris 🫶🏻
→ logansargeant ok
→ username PLS
→ username TERMS AND CONDITIONS 😭😭😭
yukitsunoda0511 why does lewis get the good photos
→ y/n he was literally just standing there and he looked good
→ georgerussell63 not fair u always catch the rest of us off guard
→ y/n i caught him off guard too, maybe he’s not the problem 🤭
→ charles_leclerc I’m-
→ lewishamilton ﹫y/n thank you love 🖤🥰
→ username pls don’t flirt with my gf
→ username she will leave us for u in a heartbeat sir PLS stop 🙏🏽
username casually posts after ep announcement, no one like you, y/n y/l/n.
mercedesamgf1 pls bring lewis and george back, we need you three in the office rn 🩷🎀🩷🎀🩷🎀
→ y/n on our way rn 🏃‍♀️
carlossainz55 you adopted oscar???
→ y/n yeah.
→ carlossainz55 oh.
→ y/n if u have a problem with my son u talk to me 🤨
→ oscarpiastri thanks mum
→ username … is the beef squashed now??
→ username i mean.. i hope
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thevirgincherry · 3 months
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STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !
ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader
tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk
note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new
tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.
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Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.
Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.
Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?
My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.
He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.
Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.
I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?
He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.
Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?
You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.
Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.
For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.
A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.
When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.
“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.
“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.
“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.
“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.
“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”
The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.
She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”
No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.
“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.
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Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.
It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.
There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.
He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.
The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.
Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.
“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.
“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.
Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”
“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.
“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”
Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.
“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.
“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“
My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.
“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.
“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”
No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.
“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.
God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.
Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.
“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.
“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.
“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.
“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.
Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.
“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”
“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”
You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.
“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”
His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.
Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.
“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.
“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.
He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.
“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.
You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.
The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.
Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.
“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.
“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.
Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.
It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.
“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.
Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.
“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.
Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.
Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.
“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?
“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”
“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”
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no break up —mv1
synopsis: y/n posting pictures of everybody on the grid except for her bf max
faceclaim: go youn jung
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youruser weekend dump with dior ft danny ric
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lottever that’s not max…
akywhs daniel??? ariana what are you doing here!!??
danielricciardo just two unemployed friends sticking together
youruser unemployed?? that’s just you
user1 Y/N:&:!:!//!
lestappenluv can max fight??
maxverstappen1 ofc i can
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mickschumacher yn wanted to show me the dior vespa
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user2 yn collecting all the unemployed drivers
diryn why is she with everybody but max 🧍🏻‍♀️
ilymv haven’t seen ynmax in 2 months i fear i will be a child of divorce
landonorris me next 🙋🏻‍♂️
youruser on my way 🏃🏻‍♀️
user3 somebody check up on max😭
user4 wait why do i kinda ship
ynmaxfc uMM STOP NO
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youruser learned something new today
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user1 where’s max??
youruser his feed privileges are revoked until further notice
landonorris okay now upload the other pictures 💒💔
ferrariiii what does this mean???
user2 break up??? divorce???
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maxverstappen1 my wife ❤️
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lestappen116 A BIG FCK U TO WHOEVER SAID THEY BROKE UP
user2 MY PARENTS
danielricciardo the hardest secret i had to keep for the past two months ☹️
youruser my husband 🫶🏻
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ynverstappen recap from the past two months (feed privileges are back)
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ynverstappen ps. max was with me when i hung out with the guys, he was just camera shy 🙈
charles_leclerc i didn’t make it to the feed 💔
maxverstappen1 NO BREAK UP WE GOT MARRIED
maxverstappen1 and whoever said they shipped yn with schumacher 🖕🏼
danielricciardo LMAOO.. i kinda ship it tho
ynverstappen DANIEL????
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[ kinda running out of ideas so if you have any request pls send to me ]
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goldsainz · 6 months
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AUGUST — one shot.
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pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader
MASTERLIST.
PART 2.
taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55 @ihrtdan @ravisinghs-wife @alearicci
request: “gotta keep the theme going here 🤭 Taylor's August and Danny Ric?” by @percervall
NOTE: so august really did slip away into a moment in time… this was supposed to be posted like way back in august but here we are😭 i’ve had some creatively rough few weeks so i hope that this is good/enjoyable!! also changed out a little bit of the layout, im feeling the whole aesthetic a lot more… but pls tell me if you like it
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yourusername cheers to a good august
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danielfan1 i love daniel’s crush on her
ynfan1 first post as a single woman🙌
⤷ danielfan2 DANIEL IT’S YOUR TIME
ynfan2 literally the loml
ynfan3 i need m*n to say far far away from her
user1 i loved her with austin but she’s glowing now that she’s single
ynfan4 mother is mothering SO HARD‼️
danielfan3 we all understand you daniel bc she’s perfect
⤷ user2 most beautiful woman alive fr
ynfan5 thank god that horrendous man is out of her life
ynfan6 i want her so badddd
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daniel3.jpg 🥂 to August
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danielfan21 A Y/N NOTICE HE MUST BE FANGIRLING SO HARD
⤷ danielfan22 not after he’s soft-launching someone😭
ynfan21 not my two world colliding?!?!
user21 it’s not silly season… it’s couple season
danielfan23 being a daniel fan rn is NOT for the weak
lando.jpg Didn’t know that when you made a jpg account it would be where you would drop couple content
⤷ daniel3.jpg Gotta keep everyone on their feet
⤷ scottyjames31 Especially your friends… Who you apparently don’t tell things to anymore
⤷ daniel3.jpg I’m in my secretive era🙄 Let me be
ynfan22 need to know rn why mother is in his likes
danielfan24 august ft daniel ricciardo coming soon???
danielfan25 crying throwing up he’s not single anymore💔
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yourusername mid-august recap ☀️
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ynfan31 queen what happened to hot girl summer??
danielfan31 no daniel/couple content… i fear pop base may have been right😭
ynfan32 literal light of my life
ynfan33 searching how to be a bike rn
chloestroll Summer looks perfect on you!
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danielfan32 no daniel interaction but chloe stroll comments… is this indirect confirmation?!
⤷ user31 who’s chloe?
⤷ danielfan32 she’s the wife of scotty james who’s daniel best friend, but also the sister of f1 driver lance stroll!
ynfan34 ignoring the dating rumours as she should😌
ynfan35 the y/n community is in shambles and she’s just riding her silly bike around
danielfan33 so can she be consider a wag or…
ynfan36 she’s not single bc she’s with me!!!!!!
⤷ user32 babes i hate to tell you this😔
⤷ ynfan36 then don’t😍
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Hi honey!! I love your writing!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
mmm I have a request ! I request many writers but I get ignored 💀💔 .. the request is Leon x fem short reader ! we talk 4.9 ft short🤭
I think Leon will find her cute and adorable!
pls🥲
Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader
he would find her absolutely cute and adorable!
he didn't think he had any sort of size kink until he met you. but now he's completely and utterly obsessed with just how small you are compared to him. you make him feel like a giant when you look up at him.
he adores how he has to bend down so far to kiss you. how you have to push yourself up on your tip toes to help get your lips to his. the way you wrap your arms around his waist when you hug him, your head resting in the center of his chest.
THE WAY HE CAN REST HIS CHIN ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD.
it's me so we're doing some nsfw below the cut (bc of course we are)
content warnings: rough sex, tummy bulge, daddy kink
!!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!
tummy bulge. TUMMY BULGE. he loves watching his cock move in and out of you through your tummy. doesn't matter if you carry weight on your abdomen, you're so small it still pushes through.
he can lift you effortlessly, he can scoop you up in his arms casually. which also means he can contort your body into any position he could ever want. it's so easy to manipulate your small body and he just loves to push your flexibility.
your frame is so small, anytime he fucks you, you can practically feel it in your fucking throat too. when he says he's going to rearrange your insides, he is dead serious.
also, he definitely wants your small ass to call him daddy. makes him feel all big, strong, and protective of you.
~masterlist~
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1onelypoet · 1 month
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sweet tooth (for you) pt4 || lando norris smau
a/n: sorry this one is so short and took forever too :( i've been rlly busy with life n stuff but i have some time these following days so hopefully i'll acc make progress on pt5 😭 as always tysm for all the love ❤️
pairing: lando norris x singer! ex-leclerc! reader
fc: reneé rapp
warnings: cursing
taglist: @drunkinthemiddleoftheday, @kapsylia, @i-wish-this-was-me, @minkyungseokie, @toasttt11, @namgification, @whyraspberries, @1655clean, @d3kstar, @formulaal, @allywthsr
disclaimer: this is completely fictional. no hate meant towards anyone mentioned.
part one, part two, part three
December 23
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yourusername 2023 recap ft a bunch of rlly cool ppl <3 manifesting good things for us all in 2024 :)
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yourbff OMG I MADE THE CUT
yourusername ofc ur my pookie after all
yukitsunoda0511 I look good in that suit
user3 YES U REALLY FUCKING DO YUKI
user4 no charles 😔
user5 lmao what were u expecting, he literally cheated on her
user6 i miss mom and dad 💔💔💔 ↳ user7 please log off!
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f1gossip Y/n L/n spotted entering Lando's apartment in Monaco
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user11 um what the fuck!
user12 my exact reaction
user13 the off season will be uneventful they said, nothing will happen they said
user14 are they dating?
user15 i hope not. that would be shitty of both lando and y/n ↳ user16 also charles and lando would probs not get along anymore :(
user17 WHAT IS SHE DOING THERE??????
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therealf1gossip Tea Time:
Brace yourselves, because it seems our latest lovebirds, Charles and Manon, are caught in the whirlwind of relationship drama. Whispers in the paddock hint at Charles' reluctance to fully embrace their romance, leaving us all scratching our heads and dishing out theories (spill yours below 🔎). Could it be that the old flames of a relationship with Y/n refuse to flicker out, casting a shadow over his current flame? The plot thickens!
And just when we thought it couldn't get any juicier, winter training camp rolls around, serving as the catalyst for an explosive confrontation. Picture this: Manon, left high and dry as Charles jets off to the Dolomites for winter training. Ouch! Needless to say, feathers were ruffled, and tensions soared to unprecedented heights. Will this star-crossed duo weather the storm, or are we witnessing the beginning of the end? Stay tuned for more!
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user19 source: just trust me bro
user20 I'm not one to pray on couple's downfalls but...
user21 🛐🛐🛐
user22 admin thinks theyre gossip girl
user23 YESSS ITS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASONNN
user24 please get a life that doesn't revolve around ppl u don't know
user25 lol cant wait for him to drop manon 😝
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svnoofy · 3 months
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SYNOPSIS – y/n, a freshly graduated student struggling to pay her rent, builds an unexpected career as a barista at a café. after building up a reputable performance record, a chance to be promoted to manager arises! however, when her childhood arch nemesis, yang jungwon, arrives at the café to work, suddenly, her possible promotion (and much-needed raise to her pay check) is threatened. so, just like old times: competition brews – but when unsolicited feelings find themselves in the mix, things get a little complicated. nonetheless, all is fair in love and lattes– may the best barista win.
PAIRING - yang jungwon x reader ft. enhypen, lesserafim & ive members
GENRE - smau!, (childhood) enemies to lovers, crack lmao
WARNINGS/CW - PROFANITY! sexual jokes, y/n being a jungwon hater and vice versa😞 , time stamps may not add up all the time and this smau is set at a time where most characters have completed uni (except niki) so, technically they are all the within the same age range with 1-2 yr differences 💔 graphics might be pretty cringe since this is my first PROPER smau 😞🙏 (apologies in advance!)
MASTERLIST
profiles - 1 , 2 | teaser
1. BROKE, BROKER, BROKEST
2. #Y/N_FOR_PRESIDENT🙏
3. Thank You Nepotism ❤️
4. PRESIDENCY? No, MANAGERCY ☝️
5. HORNY SEX MUSIC? BABY SHARK ✅
6. riki.. WHEN I CATCH YOU RIKI! 😆🔪
7. #TikTokKnowsAll🔮 #Interact3xToClaim🔥
8. 70.3 BILLION WON TO HIS NAME 🥰
9. nah………ain’t no way 😀👓🤏
10. alas, we meet again
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dottores · 1 year
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ROMANCE CONNOISSEUR (OR NOT) | KAVEH
pairings: kaveh x fem!reader ft. alhaitham
summary: you knew your best friend’s roommate was only using you to get back at him and you were tired of it but he was charming and addicting and you just couldn’t quite control yourself. this would be the last time, you promised yourself, but were you really so certain that he was just using you? 
warnings: fem!reader, unprotected sex, finger sucking, fucking in alhaitham’s bed, praise, petname (angel), very slight undertones of angst (slight as in barely there), miscommunication, reader thinks that kaveh is using her to get back at alhaitham, unedited
notes: this was supposed to be a drabble 💔 @dxlucs @mxnjiros @manjiroscum @7rkx @suyacho @tokyometronetwork
wordcount: 3.1k
“... Kaveh, I don’t know about this…”
Your breath was shaky as you felt a pair of lips slide down your jaw and down to your neck, slow and meticulous, teeth grazing your skin in a way that had your body shuddering. Your nails dug into Kaveh’s biceps as he smiled against your throat, nipping the skin gently. 
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he murmured--as always, giving you the out that he knew you wouldn’t take. You couldn’t count the number of times you had been in this position before, laid back as you let Kaveh have his way with your body. You were certain that he must know your body better than yourself at this point, lithe fingers dancing across your thighs, tongue tracing soft patterns as his lips painted bruises on your neck.
Your only response to his words was another barely audible whimper pulling from the back of your throat as Kaveh sucked lightly on your throat before pulling back. You bit back a complaint at the loss of his lips, looking up at Kaveh through your lashes as he hovered above you, strands of blonde hair hanging on either side of his face, red eyes dark and lidded. 
His fingers trailed back up your body until his middle and pointer finger were resting on your lips, pressing down gently. Instinctually your lips parted, letting Kaveh push his fingers into your mouth. You hummed around them, eyes fluttering shut as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, listening as he let out a low groan, pressing his bulge against your thigh to try to relieve some of the pressure. 
You wondered if Kaveh still considered your… relationship a sort of dig against Alhaitham. You knew that was how it started, how his interest in you began--he saw you on Alhaitham’s arm walking around the Akademiya. Alhaitham, who never showed any interest in anybody other than himself, and Kaveh being Kaveh couldn’t help but try to figure out the puzzle. And eventually he did, because Kavah was Kaveh, and Kaveh was smooth and charming and genuine, for the most part, at least. 
He learned that you were Alhaitham’s best friend, only friend really and solely because the two of you had known each other since childhood and you refused to let him push you away in the name of research. And as soon as Kaveh had learned what your relationship to Alhaitham was, he began to make moves. You swore that you tried to hold out, push him away, but your fall was inevitable and sooner, rather than later, you found yourself sat on a desk in the House of Daena as Kaveh buried his face between your thighs and ate you out like a man starved. 
You told yourself it would be one time only--but one time turned into two, two into three, and three times turned into four, five, six, you weren’t even sure how many times now. 
Sometimes, you liked to think that he was with you because he cared about you because as much as you hated to admit it, you had fallen hard and fast for Kaveh’s charm and you didn’t just want to be used as a jab against your best friend. Other times, like today, you found yourself half-fucked out on Alhaitham’s bed with Kaveh above you--eyes bright and wild and ordinarily neat hair a mess as he got off to the idea of ruining Alhaitham’s pretty little best friend on his own bed.
This would be the last time, you told yourself for the dozenth time in the past two weeks--but you meant it this time, you promised, you did. He searched your eyes for an answer, waiting for you to give him the okay to continue and you let out a hum in agreement. Kaveh’s lips pulled up, pleased with your response.
You let out a quiet noise of protest as Kaveh pulled his fingers from your lips but before you could actually complain, he replaced his fingers with his lips as hand trailed down your body to between your thighs, parting them so he could press his hips between your legs.
And you hated this, because he kissed you like he loved you--swallowing your moans and cries as his lips slid against yours and his tongue danced in tune with yours--and you knew he didn’t love you but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced every time he kissed you like this.
Kaveh let his head drop down, lips pulling from yours, blonde strands of hair brushing cheek and you shivered when you felt his cock press against the skin of your stomach. He let out a breath caught between awe and pleasure. “See that,” he said quietly, “S’how deep I’m gonna be inside you.”
Your throat spasmed as you let your head loll to the side, watching Kaveh roll his hips slow against your body, cock sliding against your lower abdomen to your belly button, precum smearing against your skin. You swore Kaveh had the prettiest cock you’d ever had the fortune of laying your eyes on--long and thick, tip flushed red and so, so leaky whenever he was turned on. Another whimper built at your lips, eyes nearly rolling back at the thought of his cock stuffed deep inside you, and Kaveh took the opportunity to press his lips back against yours.
He let out a soft moan against your lips as he finally pressed his cock against your folds, your body trembled as his tip caught your clit before slipping against your wet cunt, pressing heavy against your tight entrance.
Kaveh deepened the kiss, tugging at your bottom lip so he could press his tongue down on yours, exploring your mouth like it was a map only he could see. One of his hands slid to your thighs, hiking your leg around his waist as he slowly, slowly began to push inside of you. Your nails dug even deeper into his biceps, drawing blood, and your legs tensed around his waist. 
You’d never get used to the feeling of him stretching you out, he was so much bigger than any other man you’d slept with it--every time he laid you back on a bed, or a desk, pushed you up against a wall or a door, you swore he was going to split you open, tears springing to your eyes and nails dragging against his skin as he cooed against your lips softly. 
“‘m almost in,” his lips brushed yours as he breathed out the words. “S’okay, relax, I’ve got you.”
And you tried, you really, really did but the feeling of his cock stretching out your walls, the burn and the drag had you light-headed, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Kaveh,” you gasped, stuttering over his name. “Kaveh, too big, s’not gonna fit.”
Kaveh pressed his lips to the corner of yours, smiling against your skin. “Same size I’ve always been, angel,” he murmured, but his voice was strained as he forced himself not to snap his hips up into you. “You say this every time.”
And you did, and every time when you cried that you were going to die, that he was going to split you in half, that you couldn’t take it, you always ended up fucked out on his cock, dumb and drooling and very much alive ten minutes later. He pushed himself deep inside you, fat tap brushing your cervix as your walls tightened around his length, you could feel every vein and groove of his cock as he molded your cunt to fit his cock alone, ruining you for any other man that you might sleep with.
You knew this was wrong but it was hard to concentrate on the thought as Kaveh began to roll his hips against yours, a slow, agonizing pace that had your eyes rolling back, head limp against the pillow behind you that smelt distinctly of Alhaitham. 
That’s right, you remembered distantly, even as your hips began to rock up to meet Kaveh’s, as his lips traveled down your neck, teeth teasing and scraping your skin, you were fucking your best friend’s roommate in his own bed. 
A whimper built at your lips as Kaveh pulled almost fully out of you, only the tip of his cock stretching your entrance, your legs tightened around his waist, trying to jerk your hips up, and Kaveh let out a huff of laughter, watching as your grip on Alhaitham’s sheets tightened. 
He brought one of his hands to your face, fingers brushing your cheekbone, and your eyes fluttered back open as you looked up at him, taking in his swollen lips and flushed face, the adoring look in his eyes as he watched you--in that moment, you could almost pretend that he loved you and wasn’t just using you to get back at your best friend.  
“You’re the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on,” he breathed out, eyes tracing over your body before they landed back on your face. Your mouth went dry at his words, staring up at him--he said something along the lines of that every time the two of you were together but never with such reverence before. 
“Kav-” you tried to say but as soon as you went to speak, he was leaning down, capturing your lips with his as he snapped his hips up into you. You let out a muffled cry, grip tightening on the sheets as Kaveh fucked you fast and deep, each thrust had his tip pushing impossibly deep inside of you, had your walls stretching out and convulsing around him. 
He was moaning into your mouth, lips slipping against yours messily, one hand cupping your face while the other reached down to wrap around your thigh, pressing it up against your chest so he could reach even deeper inside of you. 
You tried to kiss him back, you really did, but every time he drove his cock into you, your eyes were knocking back and your body was going limp, overwhelmed with the feel of Kaveh filling you up so good. Kaveh’s nose knocked against yours at one particularly hard thrust, swallowing your cry of his name, hand leaving your face so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, pinning your hand to the bed next to your head.
It was too much, his hand holding yours, his lips pressed against your own as he moaned into your mouth, the way he held your thigh to your chest so he could bury himself as deep as possible inside of you. Tears sprung to your eyes as Kaveh kissed down your jaw, groaning against your skin, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the intense pleasure or the fact that the way he was fucking you was bordering on making love. 
A single tear spilled over your cheek and you took in a wet, shuddered breath as Kaveh kissed it away, “Feels, feels s’good,” you slurred over your words, voice shaky as you clung to Kaveh. It did feel good, it felt good in a way that sleeping with him had never felt before and it scared you. “‘m gonna cum, Kaveh, ‘m s’close.”
A choked moan escaped Kaveh’s lips, hips stuttering against yours before he picked back up his pace. “You gonna cum for me, angel?” he gasped, and you nodded as best as you could, body hot and tense, head dizzy, hips jerking up as you tried to match his pace. “‘m gonna cum too, want you to cum with me, mkay?”
Kaveh’s pace took on a faster, more erratic one as he chased his high and fucked you to yours, the long whines and gasps that escaped your lips were muffled as he pressed his lips against yours. His cock twitched deep inside you, hip bone grinding up against your clit, and that was it--your world went fuzzy and your body tingled, spasming beneath Kaveh.
Distantly, you heard Kaveh let out a groan of your name, hips stilling as he spilled his cum deep, deep inside of you. You felt warm, stuffed full, you could feel his cum leaking out of you, puddling onto Alhaitham’s sheets below the two of you. You could feel the way he trailed slow, absent kisses against your hot skin as his shoulders shook, eyes slid shut as he tried to recover from his high.
Too soon, he pulled out of you and rolled onto the bed next to you. You felt cold, and empty, a heavy feeling settling over you even in the afterglow of your orgasm. 
This would be the last time. 
Your head fell to the side as your gaze fell on Kaveh, long lashes fluttered shut, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. His lips were still wet and swollen, his face flushed--he was pretty, so fucking pretty, and it almost made you want to give in again. 
One more time, the option echoed in your head, one more time.
“Kaveh, I can’t do this anymore,” you finally spoke the words that had been dancing in your head for weeks, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Kaveh as his eyes snapped open and his head whirled to the side so he could focus on you. 
“What?” he asked, speechless, for once in his life. 
“You heard me,” you said, and you pushed yourself to an upright position, looking away. Kaveh followed you, trying to shift in front of your field of view but you made sure to keep him just out of sight. 
“You’re breaking up with me?” Kaveh gaped and your brows furrowed at the terminology he used. Breaking up with him? As if-
“We’re not even together,” you said but the hesitant tone in your voice was obvious--you weren’t, were you? Kaveh had never asked you out formally, and you knew he was capable of it if his stress on the importance of romance had anything to say about it. 
“What?” Kaveh asked again, dumbfounded, and you finally brought yourself to turn to face him, catching sight of the lost expression on his face.
“You’re sleeping with me as a way to get back at Alhaitham,” your voice was now even more hesitant than before, beginning to question your entire thought process. But it was logical to think that, wasn’t it? He made no show of trying to make you think otherwise. 
Kaveh stared at you, lips parting and closing in a way reminiscent of a fish as he tried to figure out what to say, so you took the opportunity to continue. 
“... it’s why you kept pressing to know my relationship to Alhaitham before we slept together… and it’s why-” Kaveh didn’t even let you finish, brows knit together tight and eyes angry as he stared at you.
“You and Alhaitham truly are two peas in a pod, aren’t you?” Kaveh asked, voice sharp and livid, and you had a distinct feeling that you had just made a mistake. “Always thinking the worst of me. Unlike that imbecile, I would not stoop so low as to sleep with someone just to get back at him. I wanted to know your relationship with him because I did not want to steal my roommate’s partner.”
You stared at him, now you were the one at a loss for words. “But… you don’t take me out on dates.”
“Because you duck away whenever we pass by Alhaitham in public so I figured you didn’t want him to know and gossip circulates around the Akademiya very quickly,” Kaveh argued. 
“Well, why didn’t you ask me?” you demanded, now embarrassed, and angry, and glaring at him. He glared right back.
“Ask you what, exactly?” Kaveh asked snidely. 
“To be your girlfriend,” you snapped and Kaveh drew back as if he had been slapped, looking away with furrowed brows. 
“... I did, didn’t I?” 
You gaped, “You certainly did not,” you accused, watching as Kaveh’s cheeks started to bloom red. 
“The flowers,” he stammered, and for a moment you were taken aback because Kaveh never stammered. “I brought you flowers all the time.”
“As a way to woo me into bed,” you muttered petulantly, only to receive another glare. “For a self-proclaimed connoisseur of romance, you surely do suck at it, Kaveh.”
A snort from the doorway of Alhaitham’s bedroom had both of you freezing. Eyes wide, you turned your head to the side to look at Alhaitham, who was staring at the two of you, amused. 
“I want to be angry about all of this but listening to how awful Kaveh actually is when it comes to romance is far too entertaining,” Alhaitham said dryly.
“I am not awful,” Kaveh said furiously, “and you have no right to speak on romance, Alhaitham.”
“Even I know to formally ask a woman out before assuming we are together,” Alhaitham taunted and you supposed you should be grateful that he was more focused on getting digs in at Kaveh instead of being angry over the fact his best friend and roommate were fucking in his bed. “Just admit you have no grounds behind your claim.”
“I will do no such thing,” Kaveh said, outraged. “We are nowhere near the same level when it comes to aptitude in romance and you know that.”
“Evidently, I do not,” Alhaitham mocked. “How one could forget the most important step in a relationship is astounding to me, really.”
Kaveh’s face was bright red as he looked at you for help, and you found yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place because as Kaveh looked at you, so did Alhaitham. 
“Don’t you agree with me?” he asked you and you stared at him as he waited for you to support him, and you glanced at Kaveh, as he waited for you to defend him. “Remember whose bed you’re in right now,” Alhaitham said.
“That’s unfair,” Kaveh spit out. “You cannot coerce her into giving an answer in your favor.”
Alhaitham raised his eyebrows, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he responded before letting his gaze fall back on you. 
“Well?”
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the long way home
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summary. in which park sunghoon decides that nothing is more important than having you in his life.
pairing. sunghoon x y/n ft jake
genre. high school au, fluff, angst
word count. 4.8k
released. 11.05.2023
author's note. feedback is appreciated! experimented with writing style so sorry if this is bad and makes no sense 💔 enjoy 🙏
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"Two cotton candies, please."
The first time Park Sunghoon speaks to you, you're dressed head-to-toe in a blinding, neon pink.
The fundraiser uniform was your co-president's idea. She'd suggested it offhandedly in a delirious, late-night planning session, and in a rather unserious fashion, you'd agreed. It's hilarity overruled any embarrassment bundled with it.
When Park Sunghoon is the one standing in front of you, embarrassment crashes into you with the force of an eighteen wheeler.
His presence is overwhelming. It looms over you as you prepare his order. It sends a shiver down your spine, which is absurd when you've never even met him.
Someone could tell you that Sunghoon lives on a completely separate plane of existence and you'd believe them without thinking twice.
He's the basketball team's star player. He adorns the number twenty-three with poise and grace. He's the principal actor in people's dreams and fantasies.
To you, Park Sunghoon is like the moon.
Beautiful, and so, so far away.
The two cotton candies you hand him are less than perfect. Without much thought, a mumbled apology falls from your lips. He still accepts them with a polite smile. It sends a nervous jolt to your chest.
You watch him as he walks away and joins Jake Sim's side, handing him one of the cotton candies.
You know Jake Sim from your physics class. He catches your eye and sends you a friendly wave. You shoot him one back before hastily turning around.
A second later and you would have noticed Sunghoon's gaze, lingering.
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Tuesday after school, Sunghoon agrees to meet with Jay and Jake in the East Wing.
He leans against a locker, watching his two friends bicker with each other. Occasionally cracking a smile when one of them says something particularly nonsensical.
Someone rushes past him. His breath hitches. Gaze flickering. When they stop in front of a classroom door, Sunghoon realizes it's you.
You knock on the door. While you wait, he takes you in.
The way your yellow sundress hugs your body in all of the right places. The way the pearl barrettes clipped to your hair reflect the afternoon sun. The way you tug the sleeves of your cardigan down over your hands. Sunghoon has the urge to roll them back up and interlock his fingers with yours.
Each second Sunghoon spends taking you in, his chest grows tighter.
The metal behind him is suddenly freezing to the touch. It bleeds through the fabric of his shirt. Pierces his shoulder blades. Is he shivering? He doesn't know.
The classroom door is opened. Another girl appears in the threshold, an easy smile on her face. The two of you exchange words before breaking out into giggles.
Park Sunghoon takes notice of you.
There’s a part of him that finds it unbelievable that he hadn’t done it earlier. There’s another that is deeply unsettled about it happening at all.
Either way, he takes great care in memorizing the outline of your figure. Grasping onto each note of your laughter.
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Sunghoon bails on this week's team outing. His reason is that he has an important language arts assignment due at 11:59PM.
He isn't lying. His teacher had carved the words ‘no excuses’ into the very core of his being.
When the words on his page start looking like globs of nonsense, Sunghoon’s mind drifts.
The basketball season begins soon. Who is the first game against?
He searches up the school website intending to find the season schedule.
He pauses when he sees a photo of you.
It’s from the other day. The same day Sunghoon saw you in that pretty sundress. You’re watching the other people in the photo strike funny poses with a soft, tender smile on your lips.
The list of names goes left to right, top to bottom. Sunghoon’s eyes dart around.
L/N Y/N.
That night, Sunghoon has an important language arts assignment due at 11:59PM. His teacher had carved the words ‘no excuses’ into the very core of his being.
That night, Sunghoon spends his time learning about you.
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Curiosity spared no mercy for the cat. You pray it's kinder to you.
There are three other water fountains located around the school, all perfectly capable of refilling your water bottle. Yet, their existence escapes you when you realize the person using the one you'd chosen to go to is Park Sunghoon.
You try to leave. You can't. His presence binds the soles of your feet to the tiles of the floor.
The first game of the season is a few, short weeks away. The air is full of the distant screeching of basketballs. Sunghoon's hair is damp with sweat. His arms and nape glisten under the fluorescent lighting.
Sunghoon's lips leave the jet of water. A loud exhale follows. You watch as he wipes harshly at the corners of his mouth.
When he turns around, his eyes widen. He looks surprised to see you.
Why wouldn't he? The two of you are strangers. Mutuals, at best.
Yet, he doesn't move from his spot. He doesn't cast his eyes away or walk past you.
His stare is heavy. You feel like he's peering into your soul. Judging it. Tearing it to shreds.
He silently moves to the side. You realize he's making way for you to use the fountain. Embarrassment floods your system.
The sound of running water ceases when your foot lifts off the pedal. A double twist ensures the cap of your bottle is screwed shut. You're set to leave.
But a hand encircles your wrist, stopping you. Spinning you around.
You're inches away from Park Sunghoon.
You're shocked.
You don't tug away.
Your eyes dart around his face, searching for an explanation. His expression is indecipherable. He suddenly won't meet your gaze, only unravelling your closed fist with gentle fingers.
You notice a slip of paper clasped in his hold. You watch it as he places it into your open palm.
His voice is near silent. Words evaporating when they leave his lips and hit air. You manage to catch them before they're completely gone.
"Call me."
When Sunghoon is sure the slip is securely slotted in your hand, he leaves.
There is an unfathomable amount of things Sunghoon's worried about. You throwing his number away. Laughing at him. Thinking he's a freak.
But in the deepest part of his brain, where he keeps his muscle memory of how to ride a bike or snap his fingers, the voice of his first ever coach resounds; something about missing one hundred percent of the shots he never takes. Sunghoon thinks he's heard it more in his lifetime than he's heard his own name.
It dawns on him that you being in his life, as even just the smallest of features, was not a shot he was willing to ruin.
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You call Sunghoon at a quarter past midnight.
The clock on your wall ticks loudly, mocking you for taking so long.
You don't expect him to pick up at all. You don't need him to. Hearing his voicemail would be enough to assure you that what had happened was real. That it wasn't a figment of your imagination.
Park Sunghoon had left you paralyzed. All of your work had been neglected because of that crinkled slip of paper.
It's been on the edge of your desk for hours. It taunts you.
When you will yourself to call him, you had climbed onto your bed. The slip of paper stayed on your desk, untouched.
You didn't need it to call him. The digits of his phone number were already engraved in your head from how many times you thumbed over them on the way home from school.
The line rings. Once. Twice. Three times.
"Hello?"
You finally breathe.
"Sunghoon?"
A pause. Shuffling sounds from the receiver. "Y/N?"
"You told me to call you."
"I'm happy you did."
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You hear the sound of birds singing.
You wonder if it's coming from outside or the other end of the line.
"Sunghoon?"
"Mm?"
"It's nearly six. We have school soon."
A huff. "Shit."
You break out into a smile.
Sunghoon makes hours feel like seconds. Conversation flows between the two of you with the ease of changing seasons. You don't think you could ever grow tired of listening to his voice.
There's a certain playful lilt to it. Teasing, yet kind. Each syllable spoken with a gentleness you can't quite grasp. Each boyish laugh that leaves his lips sweeping you off your feet. When periods of silence dotted your conversations, his slow breaths filled them in.
He had yawned, here and there. You told him to go to sleep. He refused. You didn't protest. Selfishly, you wanted to have him for a bit longer.
You can't discern what about him makes your insides turn upside down. He makes you feel vulnerable. All he'd have to do is ask and you'd be willing to bare your soul to him.
You decide you're okay with that.
"Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"Talk to you soon?"
"Yeah."
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Your friendship with Sunghoon is a quiet one.
It's found behind small actions that seem to communicate everything.
Candies slipped into lockers. Split-second eye contact in the halls. Candid photos of each other in the courtyard. Your eyes searching the cluster of players during games from above, his searching each row of the bleachers from on the court.
It's hidden away from prying eyes, and that makes you cherish it even more.
At the first game of the season, Park Sunghoon scores a tie-breaking basket just as the countdown hit zero.
The gymnasium erupts into a thundering ovation. His teammates roar with victory. Tackling him to the ground. Clapping him on the back. Hoisting him into the air, tossing him up. Your heart lurches at the absolutely radiant smile on his face.
Chants of his name fill the entire venue. The commentator's voice booms through the speakers. Ladies and gentlemen, number twenty-three: Park Sunghoon.
You silently watch the scene, a ghost of a smile on your lips.
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The difference between the intensity of a crowd and the stillness of the night air is jarring.
Park Sunghoon confuses you. You don't know how he has the opportunity or the desire to meet you after the game. He should be out with his teammates celebrating.
Instead, you receive a message to wait by the West gate.
Tonight is colder than usual. Icy wind grazes your bare knees. As you wait, anticipation knocks at your front door. You let it in when you catch sight of Sunghoon making his way towards you, a golden medal dangling from his neck.
He's glowing. Victory looks good on him.
A gasp escapes you when your feet leave the ground. Sunghoon spins you around in his arms, adorable giggles falling from his lips. Blissful warmth sprawls across your chest, seeping in every crevice.
"Tonight's MVP and you still have time to spare for me?" you tease, eyes shining.
"I have all the time in the world for you."
Sunghoon recounts the game with fervor. Galaxies swirl in his irises. You wonder if you'd ever feel as elated as he looks.
When he embraces you again, head slotting into the crook of your neck, holding you like he never wants to let go, your wonders are answered.
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Park Sunghoon does not idle.
He walks with a destination in mind. He gives courteous greetings to those who he passes by in the halls, but his movements never stop.
The only thing Sunghoon willingly stops for is the sunset.
On days where he leaves school late, he takes the long way home. Down a street lined with yellow ginkgo trees, a left turn too early. Across the bridge bound for the city centre.
The long way home never really takes him home.
Sunghoon ends up on a pier in the harbour, letting vermillion and marigold rays of warmth soak into each pore of his skin. Unwinding with a low puff of air.
Recently, Sunghoon stops for you, too.
Whenever he sees you, there's a stutter in his strides. A stiffness in his fingers. A clog in his airway. The world around him starts to spin, yet he himself freezes.
The next time Sunghoon takes the long way home, he stays with the sunset for longer than usual. He sits instead of standing, letting his feet dangle off of the pier's edge. It makes the sloshing sound of the water below him even clearer.
Sunghoon closes his eyes. He inhales the salty, sweet air. Feels his teammates hugging him. Hears hundreds of people chanting his name.
Sunghoon closes his eyes, and sees you.
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It takes ten games for defeat to seize Sunghoon by the throat.
Under the dim light of the locker room, Jake eyes his friend warily. He searches for any sign of emotion in the lines of his stone cold face. If he didn't know him any better, he'd believe he's simply reserved.
But Jake Sim has spent too much time uncovering Park Sunghoon to be ignorant to his character.
He’s torturing himself.
"Jay," Jake whispers. Caution laces his voice. "I feel like we should do something."
Jay's eyes flit over Sunghoon's figure. The air is heavy before he responds.
"I think it’s best we don’t pry."
When the sound of their steps fade away, Park Sunghoon drives his fist into a locker door.
He knew something was off. When their score plateaued while the opposition's climbed. Frowns painted themselves on his teammates' faces. Shots kept getting fumbled. Intercepted. Rolling off the rim.
Sunghoon feels his knuckles throb as he lets his hand fall to the side.
Anger and guilt are a dangerous pairing. They swirl in the pit of his stomach like a storm and render him feeling weak.
He hates how badly he's taking this.
"Sunghoon!"
Peace of mind reaches out to him in the form of anxious footsteps.
From around the wall, you appear. Worry taints your features. It's a blow to the stomach for him. "I- I was waiting for you outside but I heard a noise-"
In two urgent strides, Park Sunghoon's lips are on yours.
Time pauses. Uncertainty hangs in the air. Sunghoon is racing at a million miles an hour.
When he feels you kissing back, he crashes.
Anger and guilt are a dangerous pairing. They join forces and leave desperation in their wake.
Sunghoon kisses you harder. He wants you to fill in all of the parts that feel empty. He wants you to help him feel whole.
You're pliant under his fingers, back slightly arching whenever he squeezes your waist. Sunghoon revels in the gasp that leaves your mouth when his hands slide under your shirt and paint landscapes on the expanse of your back. It's music to his ears. He records it in his mind before drowning it out with another searing kiss.
When you part to catch your breath, your forehead instantly presses to his. Chasing his touch, craving more of his skin against yours.
You look up at Sunghoon. His eyes are downcast to the floor. He feels your hand travel up to his hair, gently pulling on it. A silent plead.
He doesn't meet your gaze. He's floating. Adrift at a lawless sea. His palms continue to rub up and down your sides.
Sunghoon doesn't know how long the two of you spend in each other's arms. He doesn't want to know. Knowing would define a beginning and an end.
Sunghoon never wants this to end.
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Seven days.
It's been seven days since Park Sunghoon last spoke to you.
With the way he walks past you without a mere glance, you wonder if what happened was even real.
But, you can still feel it. You can still feel him.
He had kissed you in that locker room. He had stolen the air from your lungs and never returned it. His scorching hands had burned themselves into your skin.
You pass him in the hall wordlessly. That's how it's always been, except there's no more eye contact that asks silent questions of 'How are you?" and speaks delicate words of "I'm happy to see you today."
Every one of your waking hours is spent wondering what went wrong.
You begin to neglect assignments and reject invitations to go out. Teachers eye you with concern. Friends ask if you've been feeling off. Everyone spares you a glance and a hushed whisper, except Sunghoon.
A frustrated hand cards through your hair.
Do you consume his mind as much as he consumes yours?
The hateful part of you prays it does. Prays that he's getting a taste of his own, cruel medicine.
When you lie in bed, you peer out of your window. The moon glows as brightly as ever. Oblivious to your broken resolve.
To you, Park Sunghoon had always been like the moon. Beautiful, and so, so far away.
Except, for once, he didn't.
He didn't feel so far away when his lips were on yours, hands roaming your bare back, rough fingertips grazing your sides. When your breathing had mixed into one exchange. He'd felt so, so close.
If only you knew he was going to be out of reach again so quickly.
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For someone who's ranked 230th out of 239 students, Jake Sim is exceptionally sharp.
With a gentle tug aside to an empty classroom, he asks you the question you've lost nights worth of sleep over in a single, easy breath.
"What's going on between you and Sunghoon?"
You shift uncomfortably in your spot. The straps of your bag were suddenly too tight, suffocating you.
You take your time loosening them. Jake only watches you silently.
You're exploiting his patience. Trying to dodge the inevitable. But, what can you do? Confrontation frightens you to no end.
You choose the easy way out: you tell a bad lie.
"Nothing's going on between Sunghoon and I. What business could I possibly have with Park Sunghoon, of all people?"
Jake subtly rolls his eyes. He can tell that you don't even believe your own words.
"I might've believed you if I hadn't seen the way you look at him in the hall, Y/N. I can tell Sunghoon's been off, too. He's all tensed up."
For a second, you rejoice. You haven't been the only one losing yourself to blurred lines and longing.
When that second is over, emptiness settles back into you. "I see."
"I didn't know the two of you knew each other," Jake muses innocently.
It takes all of your strength to turn away from him and grasp the door handle.
"We don't."
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Desperation doesn't overpower fear. Fear is still there as you march up to Park Sunghoon's table in the cafeteria.
You just simply cannot take it anymore.
Jake notices you before Sunghoon does. He isn't any closer to discovering what had happened between the two of you. Your entire relation leaves him at a loss.
But, he can tell by the way the smile you flash him in greeting doesn't reach your eyes. The way your gaze immediately falls back onto Sunghoon with melancholy.
You're tired.
Lightly, he kicks Sunghoon in the shin. Jake ignores the glare he receives, only nodding his head towards you. He's praying he's done you a favour.
For the first time in weeks, Park Sunghoon looks you in the eye.
His silence stifles the rest of the table. Their attention weighs heavy on your shoulders.
Fear looms much closer and higher than before. Fear is about to pinch your nose until you pass out cold.
"Sunghoon."
His name is already bitter on your tongue. Is it from all the times you've cursed it in your head?
He stares at you before redirecting his gaze to his food. Like you're some sort of eyesore.
Fear drops to the ground, dead.
"Park Sunghoon, what is your problem?"
Whispers surround you. Chills travel the length of your spine.
You think back to your brief conversation with Jake. How you had said there was nothing happening between you and Sunghoon, and how evident it now is that all of that was bullshit.
But now, you couldn't care if the whole universe is privy to you and Sunghoon's relationship.
All you want is to know is what realization he had. In this moment, you're desperate to realize it too.
"When will you cut the shit?"
Silence. A fork scraps against a plate.
"You know, Sunghoon. I've thought many things of you. How could I not? The school's star athlete who has everyone at his feet."
A dry laugh, a nervous glance to the side.
"You had me, too."
Sunghoon's knuckles turn white from how harshly he grips his fork.
"Never did I think of you to be a coward."
The sound of your steps bounce off the walls. Every pair of eyes in the room trails behind you, this time, including Sunghoon's.
His brain is a broken record machine. Replaying your words again, again, and again.
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What is Park Sunghoon so... afraid of?
What is he so defenseless against that it's worth seeing the lights in your eyes die?
Sunghoon doesn't know what compels him to ignore you. To walk past you each day, as if you didn't convince him that happiness doesn't exist anywhere except for in your arms.
Perhaps, it's that you are a whirlwind of unfamiliarity. An onslaught of foreign emotions. You make him unsure of what to do with himself. Perhaps he finds it easier to avoid that than to approach it.
He's been so adept at pushing it away, that he doesn't realize you're slipping through his fingers until his head is an echo chamber of your words.
He had you.
"Sunghoon..." A voice cuts through the fog. Sunghoon isn't sure which of his friends it belongs to. From the intonation, he assumes that it's Jake.
"Whatever this is, you've got to fix it."
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Sunghoon has listened to your voicemail play six times. He's been trying for an answer, yet he doesn't mind dialling for a seventh.
You sound happy in your voicemail. He never wants to forget what you sound like happy.
"H-Hello?"
Sunghoon's been lingering at the summit of a cliff. Carefully composing himself to avoid slipping off the edge.
When he hears how utterly broken your voice is, suddenly, he's plummeting.
"Sunghoon?"
Falling, falling, falling—
A sniffle, followed by an impatient sigh. "Sunghoon, if you're just going to waste my time-"
"I'm outside."
Sunghoon closes his eyes. He sees the ridges and lines of your front door. He thinks they're permanently printed into his eyelids from how long he's been standing on your doorstep.
Don't hang up. Don't hang up.
"What?"
Sunghoon opens his eyes.
"I'm outside your door."
In his peripheral, the curtains of a window crack open. His heartbeat reaches his ears. You don't question him any further, but he hears distant footsteps from your end of the line.
The front door opens, then stops. Ajar. Hesitating.
Sunghoon knows you're on the other side. He prays you don't retract your movements.
You don't. You push through.
When you appear in the doorway, his breath dies in his throat.
Slightly bloodshot eyes. Strands of hair astray, haphazardly held together with a claw clip. A large sweatshirt swallowing your frame.
Sunghoon doesn't think he's ever seen anyone as beautiful as you.
He should've spoken by now. He'd planned on speaking by now, yet all he can do is look at you. Eyes trailing over every delicate curve. The slope of your nose, the moles on your hands.
When he hears the small sigh leave your lips, he knows you're slipping away.
His brain goes into overdrive. He needs to act fast.
Frantically, he clears his throat.
"Come watch the sunset with me."
A breeze blows by. The neighbour's wind chimes knock together, playing a soft jingle.
"Please."
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The only words you speak to Sunghoon on the bus are to ask where you're going.
He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, remaining silent.
You close your eyes. Surrendering. You're so sick of his silence.
You shouldn't have come. You're stupid to have believed otherwise—
"Don't."
Eyes snap open.
You turn to look at Sunghoon. You find that he's already looking at you.
"Don't- don't regret this," he pleads. Desperation pours from his voice. You would've scoffed if he wasn't wearing the rawest expression you've lived to see.
Park Sunghoon leaves you in despair.
No matter which lens you look at him through, he has no solution. He's wrung you dry of hope, yet you don't find yourself objecting when he brings your head onto his shoulder. His hastiness screams craving for proximity. Craving for reassurance.
Deep down, you know you're just the same.
You let Sleep take you.
It's the soundest you've slept in weeks.
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You've seen the sunset thousands of times in your life.
From every place you've ever been. School grounds. Your bedroom. The drive home. Through the eyes of others.
And yet, none of those thousands of times hold a candle to the sight from the pier.
"It's beautiful," you breathe out.
A small hum in agreement. You smile weakly.
You know he isn't looking at the sunset, but you don't face him just yet.
"Sunghoon?"
He steps closer.
"What happened?"
You can feel him stiffen. Your eyes never tear from the vermillion sky. You're not sure if you're paralyzed by beauty, or by fear.
A head drops onto your shoulder. Its weight is comforting. Slowly, he readjusts himself to stand in front of you. Face pressing into your neck. Hands wrapping around your waist, holding on like you'd disappear if he let go.
His body shakes with each breath. It takes every bit of your resolve to not wrap your arms around him.
You let Park Sunghoon cry on your shoulder.
You don't think you'd ever deny him of it.
The sun doesn't budge from where it sits in the sky. It seems to be waiting for the two of you.
When Sunghoon peels his face away from you, you finally look at him. You can feel your heart fall apart in your chest.
Park Sunghoon is more beautiful than any sunset you'll ever see.
A careful hand reaches up. It barely rests against his jaw. You nearly chuckle at how he instantly leans into your touch.
He's staring at you through half-lidded eyes. Slightly parted lips. A gaze filled with longing, remorse, and a million unspoken words.
He leans in, nose brushing against yours. Before he can mouth the words he wants to say, you meet him half way.
The kiss is slow. Delicate. Fragile. Sunghoon is too scared to treat you as anything less.
It lacks the hunger of the one before. Your body is pulled flush against his. He's trying to convey thousands of apologies all at once. Hoping his sincerity can penetrate your skin, travel through your veins, and reach your soul. The way he's kissing you is heart-wrenching.
"I-" he gasps when you part. "Please. Please forgive me."
"Come back to me," you croak. "Why did you shut me out?"
He presses kisses to your jaw, then to your cheek. His hands slide up to your cup your face.
"Because I love you."
You close your eyes. Soaking in each sacred word that falls from his lips. Shuddering.
You feel like crying.
"I love you so much that I don't know what to do with myself. With you, nothing feels real. Time stops ticking. Everyone else fades into oblivion, and I feel like I'm on top of the fucking world," he whispers, voice wet and rushed.
Your forehead connects with his. A gentle rhythm is tapped onto his nape with the intention of calming him down.
"I've never felt like this before. I- I just-"
Sunghoon's face twists. He's fighting against his emotions.
You watch as he deflates.
"Please... find it in your heart to forgive me."
A small smile graces your face.
Under the glow of the setting sun, everything is okay.
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"Stop staring at me like that."
Sunghoon peers up at you from your lap. His face glows golden.
A mischievous smile appears on his face. It infects you like a virus.
"Is it illegal for me to admire my girlfriend?"
"Yes." You shoot him with a finger gun. "Hands up."
Soft laughter fills your ears. You let Sunghoon pull you down into a gentle, loving kiss.
You'd let him do it for all of eternity.
To you, Park Sunghoon is like the moon. Beautiful, and so, so far away.
Now, you think Park Sunghoon is more like the setting sun.
Beautiful, and just on the way home.
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jealousy | oscar piastri x fem! reader x lily zneimer !
summary; y/n spent months trying to send hints to oscar and lily about her feelings. he friendzoned her in an interview which made her turn to a certain american, however that just leaves the couple feeling jealous
fc; various girls on pinterest
warnings; probably ooc oscar n lily , cursing
word count; 716
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri
note; requested ! smau + written ! also lily is scute i luv her
masterlist !
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oscarpiastri: life without racecars for a bit ☀️
yourusername: whatta fine couple liked by oscarpiastri and lilyzneimer !
username: she’s so meeeee
yourusername: the last picture LMAOOOOOO
oscarpiastri: you both take TOO long to get ready for just lunch 🙄🙄🙄
lilyzneimer: God forbid a girl wants to look cute while out at lunch and shopping!!!!
yourusername: says the man who splashes water on his face and thinks that’s a skin care routine….😕😕😕😕😕
username: not y/n exposing oscar LMAOOO
username: oscar in his aesthetic era
username: summa
username: missing f1 already💔
username: vroom vroom boy + his gf + his gfs gf are so cute😓😓
landonorris: OSCCAAAAH
oscarpiastri: hi ?
landonorris: he’s being dry fix it lilyzneimer
lilyzneimer: that’s y/n’s job😊 yourusername
yourusername: oscarpiastri osc.
oscarpiastri: LAAAANDOOOO
username: HE FR LISTENED TO HER LMAOO
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yourusername: this week ft my most favorite gorgeous people 😍🤭
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lilyzneimer: y/nnnnnn💗💗 luv u
yourusername: luv luv luv u sm pretty gal 💕
username: them >>>>
username: my favesssss
oscarpiastri: ‘my most favorite gorgeous people’ THERE WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT😟😟😟
yourusername: BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY THE GOOD BITE OF MY STRAWBERRY CROFFLE????🤯🤯
yourusername: but u are gorgeous so i guess i can let it slide🙄🤭
username: the difference between oscar’s and lily’s comment 😭😭
landonorris: i agree w y/n oscar why’d you do that oscarpiastri 😒😒
oscarpiastri: landonorris it was an amazing bite
username: Y/N PHOTODUMPPP
username: omg the clip is scute
username: the picture of her and lily 🥹
username: why is oscar mid kick LMAOO
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“Logan!” Y/n exclaimed as she saw the blonde American walking through the paddock. She was seated with Oscar and Lily who looked at her confused as she ran to the Williams driver.
“Y/n!” Logan exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”
“Of course! It’s not like we went out for dinner last night or anything.” She laughed, holding onto his shoulder.
Oscar and Lily share another glance at the sight of Y/n giggling with someone else. They knew that she was giggling with Logan was strange because she didn’t really know him, or so they thought.
The English girl furrowed up her eyebrows, feeling strange at the sight of the two. “Osc, is it just me, or is it weird to see her with Logan?”
The Australian driver hummed in response, stabbing the lettuce in his salad. Before taking a bite he mumbled, “Feels weird too.” They both let out a sigh while looking at each other. They both knew the feeling very well. It was jealousy. They couldn’t believe they felt jealous watching their friend with Logan.
Oscar glanced back at the two while Lily squinted as they watched Y/n drag her hand down Logan’s arm before hugging him goodbye. She turns around to walk back to the couple but pauses at the look on their faces.
“Why do you both look so pissy?” Y/n asked confused, sitting in front of them and grabbing her can of Red Bull that she had abandoned due to chatting with Logan.
“When did that happen?” Lily asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
“We’ve been chatting for a few weeks now. We hung out last night.” Y/n replied with a shrug. “We’re just seeing where this is going.”
“So you have a crush on Logan now?” Oscar asked as he took another bite of his salad. He did nothing to hide the sound of jealousy in his voice or the upset look on his face.
“Why do you both look so upset? I didn’t think it was serious.” She nervously chuckled and glanced between the couple.
Lily rested her hand over hers. Y/n hated how her heart started to race from such a small action. She actually had a crush on the couple. But due to a recent interview of Oscar calling her just a friend, she thought that if she got closer to Logan then maybe she’s lose her feelings or possibly make them jealous.
Clearly, she hadn’t gotten over her feelings.
Oscar’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “What’re you doing talking to other guys?” His voice was suddenly low. His girlfriend hummed in agreement, moving to sit beside Y/n.
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because we care about you, a lot,” Lily responds and wraps her arms around the confused girl.
The McLaren driver clears his throat, copying his girlfriend's action by moving to sit on Y/n’s other side. “Seems like Lily and I have newfound feelings for you. And I must say, they��re not platonic.”
She furrowed up her eyebrows again and scrunched up her nose. She looked at Oscar like he had just grown another head. “What the fuck do you mean? Weren’t you the one who called me a ‘good friend’?”
“Yeah, and he was stupid for it.” The British girl says with a smile, resting her head against her shoulder. “But he’s right. We both like you and to be fair, seeing you with Logan made us jealous.”
“That was the point,” Y/n mumbled causing the couple to laugh. Both of their hands moved to grasp hers, each taking one hand. Her heart rate began to pick up again as she kept staring between the two.
“So, give us a chance?” Oscar asked with his signature shy smile.
“I waited so long to hear you say that,” Y/n said with a smile, letting out a giggle as she squeezed both hands. “But yes. Of course.”
Lily smiled widely as she reached over to tuck a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, “Osc and I made you wait too long, didn’t we, pretty girl?” She said, looking over at the Australian before focusing back on the girl between them.
“Way too long.”
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smicksstuff · 1 year
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summary: Yn is back in England after the thrilling start to the F1 Season in Bahrain. She has got a week to spend before jetting off to Jeddah with her big bro. Who will be the lucky few who gets to enjoy the company of the one and only yn gasly?
read Part 1 and Part 2 here
The PitBox Crew Series
Mischief Managed
f1 drivers x yn gasly
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8 March 2023
yngasly
Hogwarts
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yngasly It's wingardium leviOsa, not leviosAH. (ft the best tour guide in the world & lando)
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maxfewtrell ❤️
landonorris WOW i see how it is !
yngasly it is what it is
charles_leclerc next tour is maranello 🔜
yngasly cant wait!! i would love a ton of ferrari merch too #55 please 🙏🏽
carlossainz55 YESS! i found my favourite gasly!
pierregasly HEYYYY!!
charles_leclerc sorry i think the tour is fully booked 😕
yngasly itsokay then, im sure carlos or arty would bring me there 😎
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charles_leclerc oh wait look at that my schedule is free now
sharl can we appreciate the fact that charles tried to be mean and failed miserably 😂
mickschumacher cant believe you went to harry potter world without me 💔 some kind of bestie you are 😭
schumacher47 mick being upset about not going to harry potter world is upsetting me
yngasly im sorry bestie we can go again tgt 🥺
mickschumacher you are paying
yngasly ME? FINE its on me
mickschumacher 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
yngaslyfc OMG the gasly genes are amazing! I'm in love 😻
pedrofans the hat and the nails and the fits!! her aesthetic is too die for 😍
landino yn hanging out with lando and max sounds like a new trio in the making !!
norris4life or its a cover up and they are secretly dating 🤔
pierregasly so this is what you ditched me for ? im hurted.
yngasly its hogwarts pierre, you dont skip on hogwarts
lance_stroll did you just cast wingardium leviosa? ‘cause you’re sweepin’ me off my feet! 😍
sirlancelot what in the hogwarts is happening?
lancestrollfans oh my my lance what are you doing
yngasly its an A for effort definitely
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mickschumacher @lance_stroll how do you feel right now?
chloestroll idk who that was but its not my brother i refuse to believe what i just read
scottyjames31 never ever gonna let you forget this!! its become a core memory.
ls18 lance just trying to shoot his shot
lancestrollfans a cheesy pickup line by strulovich is not what i envisioned myself waking up to.
rickybobby OMG she would have been a dannyric girl! their aesthetic just click so well!
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lando.jpg introducing my favourite people and yn
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yngasly WOW ! this is war now
lando.jpg you started it
maxfewtrell i feel so loved today ❤️
georgerussell63 what is yn playing
yngasly goat simulator
georgerussell63 why of all games that
yngasly lando didnt let me play on the sim 😭
lando.jpg but you were having so much fun on the goat simulator
yngasly im a quick learner! at least i didnt think that we needed to milk the goats 👍🏼
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georgerussell63 that was low
gr63 not yn dragging george! i love her
alabono not alex liking the comment too
landino lando says “and yn” like she isnt the favourite one 😂
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quadrantmania literally 5/9 of the photos has her in it
username4 he can do so much better than her fr, luisa is so much prettier than her
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quadrantmania this is a hate free zone, please leave
ln4 umm is no one gonna speak about the rollercoaster pic ? or are we just assuming its yn?
landino …
username7 it better be someone else who would date her after all she did in milan
user2 what happened in milan ?
username7 why do you think she got shipped off to england?
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11 March 2023
yngasly added to their story!
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f1wags Yn Gasly, youngest child of the Gasly family has been spotted in a cafe in London with a guy. Since her first reappearance into the F1 world at the Bahrain paddock in 2023, she has been linked with a few drivers such as the likes of Mclaren Formula 1 Driver; Lando Norris and Ferrari hotshot Charles Leclerc. What are your thoughts on who this mystery guy is ?
Who is Yn Gasly?
The 23 year old Gasly girl is the youngest of the 5 siblings. She is currently a student at The University of Buckingham studying Marketing and Media Communications. She transferred from Universita Iulm - Communications, Media and Advertising where she had been studying the past 2 years. Her transfer to England allowed her to accompany her brother at his new Formula 1 team.
The youngest Gasly grew up alongside Charles Leclerc, Esteban Ocon and Anthoine Hubert who was her best friend. Yn has always been an avid fan of racing. She used to kart with Pierre, Charles and Anthoine. Racing was not her passion however, she was always seen in the garages of Pierre, Anthoine and Charles, cheering them on at every race. Following the lost of her bestfriend, she left the racing scene and supported Pierre and Charles from the television screen. She made a return to the paddock this season sporting the Alpine colours of Pierre’s new team.
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lando4life that guy definitely is lando. they have been hanging with each other all week !!
landoooo i heard that she even appeared on max’s stream
ln4 i mean how can it not be lando, did you see the pictures he posted with her !!
landoo04 he posted a movie theater too on his jpg account too
sharl thats our monegasque king for sure! have you not seen the flirty comments they leave on each others post
sharl plus i mean they’d make a hot couple
landino charles hasnt been in london tho, he has been in italy all this while.
supermaxx thats our london boy lando for sure! their banter is beyond just friends.
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estiebestie anyone for a second thought that maybe it was lance?
sirlancelot lance and yn have always been friends, the flirty comments is nothing new
premaagirls thats true!! they were good friends when lance was in prema
lancesgirls she and chloe have also been besties for a long time!!
f1fans how are yall so blind to the fact that she uprooted her entire life in milan just for pierre! i mean i cant believe she left milan because of pierre
yngaslyfc im pretty sure she had her reasons for transferring!
f1fans just imagine that you have to uproot your life for your sibling! she has been doing it her entire life just so pierre can race. its unbelievable the extents they go so they can race!
username3 how is this even allowed in this modern world! thats absurd!
yngaslyfc if you really read and understand pierre’s and yn’s story you will find out that yn did not give up her dreams or education for pierre! pierre and yn have always been an unbreakable duo.
yngaslyfc plus pierre has always been supportive towards yn’s aspirations, she has always been a priority for him. so i think you should get your facts right before commenting on them.
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13 March 2023
yngasly just posted a story!
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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram
a/n: thank you for reading this far !! If you have any suggestions send them to me!! I would love to hear them ◡̈
if you would like to be tagged when new parts are released, drop your usernames in the comments!! 😁
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gabigabigabby · 8 months
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Do you know how ruben is such a lightweight. Can write about the reader trying to get ruben home from the club and him being a big baby and embarrassed that he can’t take more than 2 shots? please and thank you 😚
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drunkard or not | r. dias
ruben dias x fem!reader
ft. erling haaland
a/n: this is hilarious, thank u for the request anon! i honestly couldn't believe my eyes when i heard this happened! imagine being there😭 sry this took so long, i lost all motivation to write💔
synopsis: you volunteered to be rúben's babysitter after the treble parade
warnings/content: drunk!rúben, mentions of throwing up, reader goes by scoffy by the city lads, not proofread, lmk if i missed out anything! ⭐️
"please, baby!" rúben begged to you the night before the treble parade. "you have to come with us! it's going to be the most historic day of my career! be there with me, please. i beg of you."
you wanted to argue with rúben saying that this is his moment that he should share with his teammates, not you, but the guys at city already see you as one of them. you don't want them to start bombarding rúben with the where is she? and why didn't you bring her along? question.
"fine, rú!" you gave in. "i'll go, i'll go—"
"thank you, babe! thank you!" rúben yelled, before you shushed him, worried that the next door neighbors could hear his yelling.
and so here you are, on the top deck of the city bus. it's pouring rain and rúben had offered to take his shirt off after the dj's deck was drenched with rain water. you sit in the rain; despite all the noise from the fans and the boys on the deck, you appreciate the calmness the rain brings you, no matter how wild the lads are being.
"babe, loosen up! dance with me!" rúben shouts after seeing you just sit in the corner, appreciating the rain. you politely decline, because you know the minute you say yes, rúben will be offering you drinks left and right. and who knows, the man might even persuade jack to persuade you to have a drink or two. "i insist, princesa!" he raises his voice, pulling you up off your seat and twirling you on the slippery deck.
you nearly slip, but you were lucky rúben was there holding you, still. "i almost slipped, rú!"
"but i got you, right? you're fine, now c'mon, we're going to have some fun! your boyfriend just won the treble!" rúben encourages you, although you knew you were only here so rúben doesn't start drinking and throwing up in somebody's pants or something.
"yeah, he did." you mutter under your breath as erling and kevin begin to approach you.
"glad you could join us, mrs. dias!" erling yells over the loud music. you give his bare bicep a slap after that statement.
"don't put ideas in his head, erl." you giggle as erling gives you a knowing, you want it look. kevin pats your shoulder before kalvin distracts him away from the bunch of you. rúben was at the rear of the top deck with kyle and jack. kyle was holding jack by his pants as he drunkenly takes selfies of his drunk shirtless self. you shake your head at the sight. typical jack, you'd thought.
you finally find yourself a seat as soon as you were out of rúben's sight. "how you feeling?" erling asks, finding a seat next to you. "feeling like a proud girlfriend or no?"
you chuckle. "yeah, of course. proudest ever," you smile at erling before your head tilts towards rúben. "only god knows how long he'd worked just to get to this point. i'm proud of him. and i'm proud of all of you too, especially you, you monster."
"thanks," erling chuckles before letting out a sigh. "i can't believe i achieved this much within a season. it's almost unbelievable." you give erling that tell me about it look, before rúben turns to look at you and smile for just for two seconds. of course, nothing in you could resist that grin, so you smiled back.
"awww, dude! not in my mum's purse!" you hear jack shout not even fifteen minutes later, making you and erling's heads turn at the speed of light. when you scan your eyes in the group for rúben, you finally realise it was him that was hunched over holding on to what looked like mrs grealish's purse.
"oh god, what did my gigantic boyfriend do now?" you mutter to erling as he gets up from his seat, letting you get up and walk ahead of him. "what happened?"
"your idiot boyfriend lurched his breakfast out in me mum's purse!" jack's brummie accent is very obvious now, due to his drinking. rúben was collecting himself in the corner next to kyle, retching at the same time.
"i didn't know he doesn't drink, scoffy!" john stutters out his excuse to you, which made you drop whatever expression you had on and glared at kyle with a are you hearing this? look on your face. kyle shoots you the exact same look before turning to look back at john, his hand still having a tight grip on jack's pants.
"mate, you're kidding, right?" kyle wanted to laugh. "have you seen the guy's body? what made you think that behind all'at was a drunkard?"
"i dunno, i was just trying to be nice! he wasn't drinkin' or whatever, i got worried, alright? now lay off." john frowns drunkenly before pushing himself through you and erling towards the front of the deck. you had been lucky that when all of that unfolded, you had already arrived to the big stage set up right before the etihad stadium, where you had parked your car.
"babe, you okay?" you ask the still retching rúben as he looks up at you sickly.
"i think." his voice is congested in disgust as you slowly bring him back upright, handing him a bottled water that sat on one of the seats on the top deck.
"what did you feed him, stonesy?" an agitated expression falls over your usually happy face.
"just some mezcal, nothing too heavy or whatever," john, now terrified, has his barnsley accent on display for everybody to hear. "i'm sorry scoffy, i really didn't know." you hear pep's voice far behind you telling his boys to alight the bus and head towards the big stage built for the treble presentation.
before you bring rúben off the bus, you speak to him softly. "rú, we're gonna slowly get off the bus, we're gonna show your pretty face to your fans, hang around with the trophies for a hot minute and then i'm going to drive you home," you emphasize. "is that okay?"
"yes please." rúben groans, his voice still sounding congested. you lead rúben down the steep steps of the bus, kyle helping you out after passing drunk jack over to phil.
but before you did just that, you had to express your heartfelt condolences for mrs. grealish's purse. "so sorry about rúben, mrs. grealish."
you had to sober your man up, because if not, he wouldn't be the same rúben, the same vice-captain all the cityzens had fallen in love with. so before you let rúben appear on stage, you had him chug almost three and a half bottles of chilled water; you just needed him to scarf down a cold drink that will hopefully calm and wake his jangled nerves up at the same time.
and so he did. rúben sobered up and you let him onto the stage as he followed closely behind kyle, who was prepared to present the fa cup trophy to the fans. you had watched rúben the entire time from the sidelines; you watched him hold a bottle of vodka over jack's head as he let the liquid run down his throat, causing him to feel a burning sensation, you watched him raise the premier league trophy over his head which allowed the cityzens to go wild. you watched rúben as he thanked the most important people in his life who had supported his career since day one.
"i wanna give a big shoutout to one of the most special women in my life right now," rúben begins. "my girl, who's standing in the sidelines. hi babe. the girl who'd always keep me sober because i don't drink. the girl who'd always give me a reality check every time i needed one."
the crowd goes wild again, as they all give you a round of applause. you didn't expect it, nor did you know they were going to do something that sweet, but you were grateful for the gesture. "i love you so much. you got me here, your support allowed me to raise these trophies over my head and follow my dreams. you are my dream, you are everything i could ever dream of. so thank you." rúben's hand falls over his heart, looking at you with the biggest endearing brown eyes in the world.
and that's when you knew you were truly obsessed with rúben dias, drunkard or not.
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