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Torn III
Kewis x Child!Reader
Summary: You're still sick
Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.
She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.
Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.
Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.
"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."
She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.
You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.
You keep your mouth shut.
"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."
You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.
"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."
"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."
Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.
Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.
You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"
Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."
You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.
Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.
"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.
Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.
"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.
You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.
Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.
"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.
"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"
You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.
"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."
Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.
They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.
"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."
Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"
"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."
With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.
Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.
Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.
"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.
"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."
You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.
"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."
"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.
She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."
"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"
Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.
She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.
You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.
Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.
"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.
"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"
"Not my problem, Sam."
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꣑୧ ݁.﹒cop!miguel 𝓍 teacher!reader (part 2) .ᐟ
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⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who hasn’t stop thinking about you. since the moment he laid eyes on you at the school, you never once left his mind.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who daydreams about you when he wakes up. those gorgeous eyes, a smile that makes his heart flutter, soft angelic voice. god he has got it bad, and he only just met you.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who almost forgets to wake up gabriella for school. he rips off the bed sheets off his body and jumps out of bed to rush over to her room. a sigh of relief escapes his lips when he finds his little girl all dressed up. smart, responsible girl.
“you slept in, papá.” gabriella giggles at the sight of her half-asleep father.
miguel softly chuckles, nodding. “i did.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who makes huevos con jamon for breakfast, gabriella’s favorite. while she eats, he packs her lunch in her cute mermaid lunch container. dino nuggets, cucumbers, carrots and an empanada as a dessert. a caprisun as well besides her water.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who drops of gabriella at school but sticks around a bit just to see you again. standing off to the side, watching his daughter run off to the playground to play with friends. it’s the morning routine when kids play for a bit before school starts. parents are allowed to stay until the bell rings.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel whose eyes dilate and heart flutters when you walk by with another teacher. there you are, the pretty teacher that he hasn’t stop thinking about since he met you. the woman who has infiltrated his mind. dreamt of you every night.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel whose heart skips a beat when you notice him and wave at him from afar. he quickly waves back, a little too excited.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who suddenly feels nervous when you start walking towards him. a wave of self-conscious hits him. does he look good? is his hair alright? does he smell good? god he hasn’t felt like this in years, since damn high school.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who is a nervous reck as you stand in front of him, all in your glory. heart leaping out of his chest. warmth rising in his cheeks.
“nice to see you again, officer o’hara.” you softly smile, arms folded over your chest.
“igualmente, señorita.” he gulps, plastering a small smile in return. “it’s always nice to you.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel that wants to facepalm himself when he realized what he said. god how stupid he sounds, but he’s being truthful. its always nice to see you, even if it’s the second time he’s seen you. it just happened to slip through his mouth.
those thoughts pause at the most heavenly sound ever, your laughter. a sound that blesses his soul. miguel quickly looks back at you and sees that gorgeous smile he’s been dreaming about.
“well, it’s always nice to you too, officer o’hara.” you say sweetly, that same soft smile on your face.
“miguel.” he said gently. “miguel is perfectly fine.”
“i like being polite, señor.” you recite his words from your first meeting. a little smirk on your lips.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who continues to be mesmerized by you. reciting his own words right back at him. a surprise after a surprise.
“how was your weekend?” he asks, very interested in what you did this past weekend.
“bien. i spent some time with my family, had a little get together. did some reading and grading.”
he nods, acknowledging. “sounds like a nice, peaceful weekend.”
you nod, softly smiling. “it was. and yours?”
“bien tambien. i took gabriella to an aquarium. she loved it. she loved the clownfish because they remind her of finding nemo.” miguel smiles at the memory.
“awww que chula. i think of nemo too, it’s one of my favorites. i was actually thinking of playing nemo for the ‘end of the school year’ party.”
his eyes perk up. “really?”
“sí!” you nod happily. “that or shrek.”
while you are laughing, miguel simply gazed at you with adoration. relishing the heavenly sound of your laughter once again. he feels honored to hear it once again, blessing his ears again. it immediately improved his mood this morning, not that he was in a bad mood, just tired but you made him feel better.
“shrek is a classic.” he grins.
“mhm. gotta show them the classics.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel that has a little frown and pout on his face when the school bell rings. meaning morning recess is over and it’s time to line up to head to class. that also means he has to leave, unable to continue his conversation with you.
“time for class. it was nice seeing you again, officer o’hara. have a nice day at work.” you offer a smile.
he mirrors your smile, concealing the slight disappointment bundling up inside him. “it was nice seeing you too, señorita, y gracias.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who watches you wait for your students to line up. gabriella is first in line. the sight makes him smile. she noticed him and waves at him with a big smile. he waves at her then glances at you.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel whose heart swoons when you both smile at each other as a final goodbye before you walk away with your class to your classroom.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who exits the school and walks back to his car. the conversation with you replays in his mind, making him grin instinctively.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who arrived at the station. dressed in his uniform, a vest with “NYPD” on the front with a radio attached on his shoulder, his gold badge clipped to his belt along with his holster.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who isn’t aware that grin is still plastered on his face as he ventures through the station. that turn many heads, astonished.
“what’s got ya in a good mood, partner?”
miguel snaps out of trance, the grin vanished as he looks and sees his closest colleague. patrick, usually referred as ‘cowboy’ due to his thick western accent.
“don’t.” miguel grumbles, walking past him.
“you ain’t a good liar, o’hara. who’s the lady?” patrick follows him, hands gripped on his belt like a true cowboy. a little smirk plastered on his face.
“there’s no lady, patrick.” miguel denies.
“clearly there is if it got you smiling like that.”
a frustrating sigh escapes his lips. god he’s never gonna let it go, not for a long shot.
“cállete and let’s do our damn patrol.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who does his usual patrol around the city alongside patrick. luckily no crimes committed or sticky situations.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who still can’t stop thinking about you and your conversation this morning. he wonders what you’re trenching at this moment. are you reading that one book in class gabriella has been talking about? doing math problems on the white board? making some arts and crafts stuff?
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel whose patrol finished before gabriella is off from school. another chance to pick her up and to see you again.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel that is waiting in front of school along with other parents. his gear and vest are left on the car, not wanting to scare people with his pistol.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who smiles when his daughter runs to him, visibly excited to get picked by her father once again.
“papí!” gabriella squeals, jumping into her dad’s arms. “you picked me up again!”
“sí, princesa. i got off early today.” he smiles.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who allows his daughter to play with friends a bit, carrying her backpack on his shoulder. also, a chance to speak with you again.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who turns and looks for you to find you with a student who seems a bit sad. a concern frown settles on his face as you comfort the child while looking around as if searching for someone, a parent possibly.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who grows more concerned and walks over to investigate.
“is there something wrong?” he asks gently.
“oh, hi miguel.” you flash a brief smile. “this student’s mother hasn’t arrived yet to pick her up.” you glance down at the little girl beside you. “her mother normally picks her up on time but supposedly not this time. but i’m sure she’ll come, just a little late.” you gently pat her shoulder reassuringly.
miguel tries bypassing how you referred to him with his name, how heavenly it sounds from your lips, and focuses on the concerned student.
“yeah, i think she’s just a little late.” miguel crouched so he’s eye level with the little girl. “i’m sure your mom had something to do but she’ll be here soon.”
the little girl nods. “yeah, i’m just a little worried.”
both of yours and miguel’s expressions soften.
“it’s okay to be worried but i promise your mom will show up very soon.” he said softly.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who feels relieved when the said mother arrives and picks up her daughter, endlessly apologizing for her late arrival. apparently her car wasn’t starting for a few minutes but then it did.
“everything went okay.” you sigh, relieved.
he turns back to you. “sí, everyone is okay.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who feels that sudden burst of anxiousness and bashfulness when it’s only you and him once again, most parents gone.
“gabi was telling the entire class about her visit to the aquarium.” much to his surprise, you started the conversation, which miguel is pleased about.
“oh really?” he grins.
“yes, talking about all types of marine creatures she saw. she said she loved the moon jellyfish and they’re her favorite. the different types of fish and whales. how excited she was when she saw nemo and dory.” you softly chuckle.
that grin grow wilder into a smile. memories of the aquarium visit replays in his mind. how happy and excited his little girl was, mesmerized by all the marine creatures. it was a good day.
“she did love it. i’m glad i was able to get the day off and take her.” he folds his arms.
you mirror his actions. “and i’m glad you’re able to pick her up again.” a soft smile on your lips.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel whose heart flutters once again.
“i’m glad too. my patrol ended early so i was able to pick her up again.”
“gabi was very excited to see you again. i saw her running to you. she adores you very much.” you say sweetly but also sincerely.
that makes him smile. “i adore her too. ella es mi mundo.” he glances at his daughter who is playing with her friends in the small grass field.
now you’re the one to feel your heart flutter. how sweetly he talks of his daughter.
“you’re hers too.” that makes him look back you with surprise. “even though we’ve only just met and hardly know one another, you’re a great dad, miguel.”
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who doesn’t believe his heart could take more of your kindness. swoon over the moon when you say his name for the second time today. it makes his knees feel like jello.
“gracias… i tried to be. to give her the best life i can give her.” he said shyly, averting your for a moment.
“you are.”
he shoots up and meets your gaze.
“by how hard you’re working for your daughter, you are a good father.” you said sincerely.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who simply gazes at you, captivated by your kind sincere words, speechless. his heart on the verge of exploding by the endless amounts of kindness you’ve given him. his infatuation with you grows stronger.
by his lack of words, you suddenly feel concern that you might’ve overstep. “w-well, i’m must be getting back. got some assignments to plan.” you awkwardly said with a smile before turning around. cheeks a little flushed from embarrassment.
sudden panic settles in his stomach. “wait.” reaching out with a hand but never touching you.
turning around, you anxiously meet his gaze.
“gracias, for what you said.” miguel takes a step closer, still leaves some space in between you two. “i really appreciate it, it means a lot.”
concern and embarrassment fade away, relief washing over your body. that soft smile returns. “of course, miguel.” with that, you walk away.
there it is again, you said his name for the third time.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who watches you return to the school. part of him feels a bit disappointed because he wishes to continue talking to you but he knows you have responsibilities to do. plus, he needs take gabi home since she has some homework to do.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who is also disappointed with himself for not asking if you’ll be interested in a coffee or something. but perhaps it’s too soon since you two recently met. maybe next time.
⠀♡ ˖ ࣪ ༘⠀ cop!miguel who is determined to pick up gabriella more often to get to know you more.
ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˖ ࣪ ༘ @nightingale1011 (no date yet, sorry! need slow burn first but it’ll happen in the next chapter for sure!)
© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡
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Finding Nemo<3
Poly seventeen x Fem!Reader
Summery: boys came back from the studio missing you only to find they actually are missing you, before they could get worried they all got a text saying.. “come find me<3”
A/N: heyooo! First fanfic please forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes or if my grammar is bad, I was born in the pacific islands so this wasn’t my first language and this fanfic is short so sorry guys I didn’t have any other ideas I ran out😭
“Seungcheol tell Mingyu to move! I need to see ___!”
Seungcheol sighed as Seungkwan started whining when mingyu was taking his time to get inside the house, the others were laughing while seungkwan was lightly hitting mingyu on the back while trying to push him.
When they made it inside seungkwan was running around trying to look for you only with the others but you have seem to gone so wonwoo pulled out his phone to call but when he did it went straight to voicemail. “Strange..” wonwoo said as everyone saw it go to voicemail.
But when they all tried to call her it still went to voicemail and as seungkwan started whining along with mingyu they suddenly hear their phone go off so everyone quickly picked up their phone only to find a text from ___.
My___<3: come find me my loves<3
They all sighed before a smirk started to appear on everyone’s faces, everyone was silent before Vernon started to speak. “Let’s make a bet, first one to find her gets to have her all to themselves for the night if she consents of course.” Everyone nodded and seungkwan pulled a contract he wrote down while Vernon was talking. “Ok everyone sign it just in case someone tries to cheat.” So everyone signed.
Signatures:
Mingyu:3
Seungkwan<3
Minghao:)
Junhui. (Dk: boring 🥱)
Scoups.seungcheol
Hoshi 🐯
DK. AKA DOKYEOM>:) (Kwan: just DK gosh🙄)
Woozi
Joshua^v^
Jeon.Wonwoo (mingyu:🤭)
Jeonghan
Vernon
Dino
“Ok the game begins.” So everyone sprinted out and started looking for you, everyone looked everywhere under the beds, in the closets under the couch, under the kitchen table even in the bathrooms but still couldn’t find you, while they were looking you were hiding in a attic.
You heard a few of the boys walk past but never worried you because you know they were never going to find you.
Oh boy were you wrong.
You were about to fall asleep but your eyes flew open when you heard someone trying to open the attic, so you quickly got up and started looking around to find something you can hide in. The only thing you could hid in is an empty box so you quickly jumped in the box and closed it right as the attic door opened.
You could hear the footsteps of someone but then turned into multiple footsteps which means.
Everyone is in the attic.
You held your breath in when they got closer to you but remembered you theft your phone out there on the floor. While you were scolding yourself you hear one of them laugh as they started talking.
“She probably isn’t in here”
“Yea your right let’s go check somewhere else”
“But what about the ph-“
“Probably moved to another spot that little cheater, she’s not here let’s go.”
You heard shuffling here and there then heard the attic door shut, you were about to jump out the box when you heard the attic door open again.
“I forgot guys ___ wanted us to take this box to the garage we might as well do it now”
You got confused but nearly screamed when you felt yourself getting picked up and taken out of the attic, you where kinda relaxed when you hear someone said.”put the box in the garage then hurry up and find ___!”.
You heard a door open before you felt yourself getting put down then heard the footsteps faded along with the door closing. You sighed as you waited there for a bit then as you opened the box to get out you looked around only to find the you are not in the garage.
Your are in your bedroom surrounded by all 13 of them giving you a smug look as you were shook they actually found you less then an 2 hours.
You quickly stood up pouting then started complaining, but as you were about too, seungcheol got up and closed your mouth shut with a filthy kiss but got stopped by Vernon.
“Hey remember the bet you were not the only one who found her too, we all found her at the same time.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and he sat back down while Vernon wrapped his hands around your waist as he gave you a smile.
“Probably want to know how we found you, well we were actually going to leave the attic because we thought you weren’t in there but saw your a little bit of your head sticking out of the box so we thought it was a great idea to tease you a little.”
You grunted as you plopped down onto the bed right next to wonwoo and jeonghan, then quickly got up as you gave them a confused look. “What do you mean bet?”
They gave each other a look before wonwoo gently sat you back down onto the bed as they all got up and surrounded you, wonwoo being the closest wrapped his arms around you as the rest were looking at you up and down before woozi started talking.
“Sorry baby but we made a bet to see if one of us would find you first but ended up with all of us finding you.”
“So what’s the prize for the winner..?”
Joshua walked up to you then bent down while rubbing your cheek gently.
“You Darling.”
You almost choked on air when you heard what he had said, your eyes were wide along with your mouth. “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to my love.” Minghao said as he gave you a reassuring smile along with the rest.
You thought about it for a little then started mumbling as you nodded your head. “What was that sweetie come on baby tell us what you want?” Seungkwan said as he started kissing your neck, “Please I want it do whatever you want I don’t care just p-please” you said as your body shuddered.
“Ok baby you ready to begin because once you say yes there is no going back unless you use the safe word.”
“…yes”
#seventeen#seventeen x reader#svt smut#seventeen smut#seventeen imagines#svt fanfic#kim mingyu x reader#woozi x reader#wonwoo x reader#seungkwan x reader#seungcheol x reader#junhui x reader#hoshi x reader#minghao x reader#vernon x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#dk x reader#dino x reader
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Hot for Teacher(s) 2
Part 1 / AO3 Link
@babydollbaron I need you to know your tags basically changed the trajectory of this fic
In the mornings, Steve dropped Shawn off at the before care offered by the school and then went to work. Afterwards, Shawn took the school bus home and went over to a neighbor's house, Miss Robin, until his dad got home from work.
Because of this, Steve knew he would hardly have a reason to see Eddie outside school functions and conferences. Which was fine. It was totally fine. He absolutely was not spending nights thinking about those curls under his fingers. Whenever Shawn had a story from school to tell, he hung on every word. And it was only because these were the formative years of Shawn's life.
"Oh yeah, Mr. Munson asked about our practice and I got to tell him all about it", Shawn said.
Steve paused in his current task, which was the dishes while Shawn did his homework at the kitchen table. He knew exactly what his son was talking about.
"Oh? How'd that come up?"
"I told him about it before but I didn't get to tell him about it before Yasmin started crying. He asked me and I told him."
Steve currently taught middle school, but he'd had a little experience with the younger ones. When it got close to Shawn starting school, he did his best to make sure he was prepared. And to make things a little easier on whoever was teaching him. Steve tried to be subtle with his next words.
"Tell me more about Mr. Munson."
And then the floodgates opened. Mostly because it seemed Mr. Munson was very open about his personal life. Apparently, anytime the students had a question, he answered it. Just in this five minutes between drying the dishes and plating up dinner, Steve learned that Mr. Munson played guitar, loved the color red, played a game about dragons, and was single.
"Wait, how do you know he's not married?", Steve asked.
"Because Briana asked him and he said he's not married", Shawn answered easily.
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Steve tried not to think too hard about it. Mr. Munson being single didn't change anything. Not a single thing. But a really hot alpha who was unattached and also happened to be really good with kids who his kid loved was kind of the ultimate wet dream.
For Halloween, the students were allowed to come in costume and before the day was over, Steve's email was blessed with a collection of pictures of the class, including one where several superheroes, princesses, and even a kid dressed as Chucky defeated the mighty Munson dragon.
It was so cute that Steve had half a mind to send a reply that said so but second guessed it. He didn't need to tell Shawn's teacher it was a cute picture that was the whole reason he sent it. He had to keep all correspondence professional. But it was a picture of Shawn so he was well within his rights to save all of them to his phone.
"You ha~ve a cru~ush~", Robin sang on the phone. She was pulling some dino nuggets from the oven in preparation for Shawn coming over.
"Shut up, I don't!", Steve hissed on the other end. School had just ended but there would be a staff meeting in about five minutes. "I didn't tell you so you could make fun of me-"
"Come on, you knew it was coming-"
"I told you because I just had to tell someone." Steve sighed and took of his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's not creepy if he's Shawn's former teacher, right?"
"Steve, I'm gonna be honest, I don't think it's creepy now." Robin picked up one of the nuggets and chomped on it. "It's kind of crazy how we have dino nuggets and animal crackers but not the other way around."
"Please save that for Shawn when he gets there. What do you mean? Wouldn't it be weird?"
"You're both two grown adults. I don't see the harm in asking him out", Robin said.
Steve slouched in his chair behind his desk. "That's not the only fact here. There's the fact that he's teaching my son. If any of the other parents find out, they'll think I'm sleeping my son's way to the top."
"....In first grade? That would be pathetic."
"Most suburban gossip is, but you already know this. It's not me I'm worried about really, it's Shawn. Kids talk too and what if they make fun of him?"
"Oh no! My awesome dad is dating my awesome teacher! Whatever will I do?!", Robin wailed.
"He thinks we're awesome separately. There's no telling what he'll think of us together. And I...I don't want to give him false hope."
"Steve...when was the last time you went on a date?"
Steve let out a puff of air. "Does that one guy who ogled me a few years ago count?"
"Gross! Steve! No! Do you mean the guy who was just staring at you breast feeding?"
"Serves me right for doing it in public. And in shorts."
"Hey, no, there will be no slut-shaming in this household." Robin paused when she heard the door open and the bounding of feet. "Your gremlin is here."
"I think you mean my precious miracle from above. And you will treat him as such. My only gremlins are my sixth graders."
"Whatever. Just get your shipwreck together and decide what you want to do."
Turns out, Steve didn't have to wait long for an opportunity. Shawn had come home that day with a flyer for a Thanksgiving performance and was asking for parent volunteers.
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Eddie wasn't like, actively hoping that he would see Shawn's dad again. But when the fliers went home asking for volunteers, as well as an email, there was something going up. But it wasn't hope. It definitely wasn't hope. It couldn't possibly be hope. That way nothing could be dashed when nothing came of it.
So when he came into the auditorium after school, he was simply pleasantly surprised to see Mr. Harrington there. Not elated. Not ecstatic. Just appropriately pleased.
He greeted all the parents of his students, of which he only saw two others before coming to Mr. Harrington.
"Nice to see you again", he said with a handshake.
"And you as well", Mr. Harrington replied.
Eddie was sure he was imagining the electricity passing through their touch.
"Well, welcome to elementary theatre. Where we're gonna nurture any and all blossoming passions in the arts."
"Can't wait to see it. Um, so what exactly will they be doing?", Steve asked.
"The first grade class as the honor of doing a little song on what they're thankful for. Mrs. Clifford usually accompanies them by piano, but this year I'm hoping to get some more instrumentation for it."
"Oh, Shawn told me you play guitar."
Eddie's first instinct was to twirl his hair to hide his smile but it was still up in a bun, so he tried to fix his face to not be too obvious but he was sure it came out as a weird grimace.
"Yeah, yeah I do. Been playing for years. What about you, any instrumental skills?"
"None", Mr. Harrington shook his head. "My parents tried piano lessons, but I never took them for long. Just long enough to learn 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'."
"Everybody's got their talents. And no better place to showcase them", Eddie thrust his arms out around them.
"Well for now, I'm volunteering my time being a watchful eye and working on backgrounds and costumes. Plus snacks."
"Wait, did you bring the chips and sliders?", Eddie jutted a thumb toward the table near the stage.
Mr. Harrington shrugged. "It's just turkey and ham. And I know how ravenous kids can get."
"Are you guys talking about me?", Shawn asked, coming up to them.
Eddie watched the odd look on Mr. Harrington's face and was sure his must've looked similar. This was probably the longest he'd been talking to a parent without talking about their kid.
"I was just about to bow to your dad's culinary prowess", Eddie said. "Apparently, he made the snacks for this evening."
"I asked him to make his stuffing because, you know, Thanksgiving, but he said it was too early", Shawn said.
"I'm sure his stuffing is delicious", Eddie smiled down at him.
"You should come to our house and try it", Shawn beamed, leaning his head against his dad's hip.
Eddie looked back up at Mr. Harrington. "I'd love it if I could do that."
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What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
Steve was thankfully saved from replying to that by rehearsal starting and so Mr. Munson's attention was drawn away but seriously. What the fuck was that? Was that man inviting himself over to his house? Was it simple small talk? What was it all supposed to mean?
He was put on costume duty while the children practiced which kept his hands busy but not his brain, so he spent the next hour over thinking about that one line, which led to him overanalyzing the entire conversation. When practice ended, the teachers stood by the front entrance to wait for any parents that weren't already there or hadn't shown up toward the end to get their kids.
Mr. Munson waved off the last of his students just as Shawn finished in the bathroom and Steve helped him get his coat on. He looked hesitant before speaking up.
"Looks like you're my last one. I can walk you to your car if you want. It's pretty dark out."
Pretty dark was an understatement. It was near pitch black and the parking lot had bare minimum lighting. Steve definitely would've felt better about it if he had someone on the other side of Shawn.
"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."
And without being told so, Mr. Munson put Shawn between them as they left the school and walked out into the parking lot. He gave a whistle once they got to Steve's BMW.
"Nice car."
"Thanks. She's been pretty faithful to me all these years." Steve unlocked the car and let Shawn into the backseat first. When he closed the door, he smiled at the alpha before him. "Thanks for walking us out.
"Consider it a routine then. At least until this place can afford to fully light up the lot."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it." There must have been the tiniest bit of a lull in the conversation because suddenly Shawn piped up from inside the car.
"Dad, can we get tacos for dinner?"
Steve snapped out of whatever staring contest he was having with Mr. Munson and looked down affectionately at his son. "What? My casserole not good enough all of a sudden?" He opened the driver side door and got in, turning the ignition on.
With them safely in the car, Eddie went over to his van and got in, waiting until he saw Mr. Harrington pull out before going his own way.
Later that night, after putting Shawn to bed, Steve was left alone with his thoughts again as he graded papers using an answer key at the kitchen table. It was easy to let his mind drift into just how...how wonderful Mr. Munson seemed.
He bit his lip and squeezed his legs together. Mr. Munson was handsome, and charismatic, and so safe, so much the perfect alpha that he'd been led to believe didn't exist. He could protect him and his pup... and Steve could give him more pups...
Steve's hand drifted down between his legs and he let it stroke a few times before freezing and closing his grade book. Time for something more mentally stimulating.
"Guess I'm lesson planning tonight."
Part 3
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i just read your svt shoelace scenario and it's so cute! idk if you're taking requests but if you are can you please do a "svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro" scenario? if you're not feel free to ignore!
thankyou !! i am totally taking requests pls feel free to ask :)
{ also i hope i interpreted your request properly ㅠㅠ im overthinking as usual }
svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro
cheol - he would be shocked and so offended like "bro??? me?? what?? i'm not your bro what are you talking about?? tchh bro? seriously? what happened to 'babe'? 'baby'? 'cheollie'? 'the love of my life'?" goes on a whiney rant about how he is not your bro, he is your baby and won't drop it for two weeks and only responds to you with "ok bro" so you know how it feels
jeonghan - he didn't realise what you said and would reply as if nothing had happened. that is not in your usual vocabulary so it went straight through him but in the middle of the night he would wake up in a cold sweat muttering "bro.. she called me bro?" and would text you right then at 3am to never call him bro again. creepy asf.
joshua - would suddenly look up at you with those big eyes and confused smile ("huh?") which made you super embarrassed because why is he looking at you like you have committed terrible crimes and now you are running away and oh god he's chasing after you
jun - you were eating together and he would burst into laughter but when he sees you're not laughing he slowly realises that this was serious business and he just points to himself with a mouth full of food saying "me? i'm your bro?"
hoshi - oh great what have you done. now he only calls you bro. "hey my bro ! <(￣︶￣)>". yep. the rest of the members think you two have somehow regressed back to the friendzone with hoshi being happier than before??
wonwoo - is shocked and sweetly asks why you said bro, but you can't explain and he has the biggest grin on his face, chuckling because it was so absurd and he can't get over it. it's so funny to him that he tells all the members and he never forgets it. one of his fondest memories of you
woozi - the atmosphere is so tense after it slipped out of your mouth but suddenly he bursts out laughing and folds in half "you actually... actually just called me bro..!? i can't... can't believe it PSHAHAAA" between wheezes . funniest thing to him
dk - would hit him like a ton of bricks "is that what i am to you? a bro?" and is so upset you're basically begging on your knees for him to forgive you but he can't even hear anything you're saying because he's trying to figure out what he did wrong in your relationship for you to call him bro so nonchalantly .. heart brocken fr 💔
mingyu - you can tell it's echoing around his mind as he's off staring into space in absolute disbelief.. you start laughing at his dumbfounded expression so he starts smiling in confusion, "what? what was that? why did you say that? tell me!" and you have collapsed because his reaction is so funny. he's all whiney and rolling around on the sofa because he is so hurt
minghao - i think he would somehow turn it into a psychological thing and ask why you think of him as your brother and if you had any good brotherly figures growing up to try to figure out what is going on for you to call him bro. basically he would use it as an excuse to understand you more cuz he lovs u
seungkwan - would drop everything to judge you with that look in his eyes and the pressure would be so intense that you immediately apologise. he is never letting this go. occasionally calls you bro just to embarrass you because he loves seeing you all worked up
vernon - "sup bro". "sup" . thats it. sorry but he would be so unbothered. starts dapping you up every time he sees you followed by a lil kiss.
dino - half-jokingly goes "was that a mistake? im letting you off this time. watch your back" and does the 'i'm watching you' finger eye point thingy(?) while backing out of the room and when he's out of view he runs to the bathroom to let out his laughter because he can't believe how weirdly cute you were. talks to himself in the mirror about it.
#svt imagines#svt scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenariios#svt fluff#svt reactions#seventeen reactions#seventeen ot13#scoups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dk#mingyu#the8#seungkwan#vernon#dino
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"Seriously?!"
Paul Aron x Driver!Reader
Summary: Prema wanted their drivers to have a nice and relaxing weekend before the season starts, but they paired the roomates for the vacation...who's rooming with Paul?!
Warnings: A little bit of angst, fluff, and google translate Italian
The 2023 season is coming up and Prema has a completely new driver lineup for both Formula 2 and Formula 3.
René being René, decided that taking their drivers for a little get away before the season starts was a great idea, so they went to Amalfi Coast, a little chilly but still beautiful during the winter.
Angelina was the one encharged to make the rooming situation, considering who needs more bonding than others, but seeing that Dino decided to take his girlfriend to bond with his friends as well, the decision was made:
Room 1: Ollie and Fred
Room 2: Dino and Elvira
Room 3: Paul and Y/N
Angelina knows that Paul and Y/N have always had a strained relationship, having been rivals since karting, so that was her masterplan, not only that, but she had shipped those two since they first stepped in the Prema factory back when they started single-seaters.
Going all the way back to 2018, where the real rivalry started, Paul and Y/N were competing in the CIK-FIA championship, throughout the whole season, it was a constant battle between both kids, in the end, Paul ended up winning the championship.
When 2019 rolled around, both kids were surprised to see that Prema had signed a contract with the two of them, even though it was well known that they were rivals, not only on track, but off track too. This took their rivalry to the next level, fighting for the F4 championship, especially the rookie championship…Paul ended up winning, like always.
2020 rolled around, surprisingly, the one that had a seat in Formula Regional was Y/N, not Paul. He sadly didn’t find any seats available for Frec, so he went to formula renault.
This little battle continued. 2021 for FRECA, both were teammates again, though that year, Y/N ended up winning the championship and went to be teammates with Arthur and Ollie in F3 and Paul repeated FRECA alongside Dino. Now in the present, Dino, Paul and Y/N are back being in the same team.
The tension grew so much that Angelina wanted it to end, because they needed a good year for the Formula 3 team. So she put her plan in action. She passed this idea through René first and of course he was beaming with glee. He needed those two to get along.
When everyone got to the hotel, the roommates were announced. Everyone was trying to hold in their giggles when they saw Paul and Y/N’s faces.
“Angelina, this has to be a joke, right?” Y/N said, “I thought you said that , well besides Dino, the ones that shared an academy were going to share!”
“Yeah! Angelina, it should be me and Fred and Ollie with Y/N” Paul said while aggravatedly running his fingers through his hair.
“Guys, we need you to get along, please!” René pleaded, “I know teammates don’t have to be best friends, but at least be civil with each other” He finishes
Y/N and Paul sighed and followed everyone to the elevator. They were glaring at each other, Y/N was thinking of ways to be apart throughout the whole trip, she was planning on doing everything with Ollie, who was her best friend, and just go back to the room to sleep. Paul on the other hand was thinking of spending time with both Fred and Dino, mostly with Fred though, because he didn’t want to interrupt the time Dino and his girlfriend would have together.
Funny thing is that underneath all that hatred between Paul and Y/N, everyone knows that they actually have a thing for each other. Except the two idiots in question.
Y/N is a completely hopeless romantic, but never gives love a try because she is terrified that no one will get used to her hectic schedule and just overall, to her hectic life. She started to feel something for Paul when she saw all her friends starting to get into relationships, not because of the FOMO, but because she spent most of her time with him, and even though they would bicker most of the time, Y/N would imagine what it would be like dating Paul.
For Paul, it is a whole different story. He never lacked the attention of girls, he had plenty, but he felt a weird connection with Y/N ever since they met. As a dumb kid, he started to annoy Y/N to get her attention, but it backfired on him when, during karting years, he accidentally took Y/N out of the track, getting p1. After the race, he went up to Y/N to make a lighthearted joke, but for very obvious reasons, Y/N was absolutely mad and upset at Paul, and everything went downhill for their relationship.
Both, being the stubborn teens they are, refused to acknowledge their feeling for eachother, so they decided to cover it up with “hatred”. It was easier that way, but not when they have to spend so much time together. Being teammates sometimes sucked.
Once they arrived at their respective rooms, Paul and Y/N were stunned when they saw just one bed in the room.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Both said at the same time.
“I could always sleep on the floor, Y/N” Paul sighed and looked at Y/N, “Take the bed” He said with a soft tone.
Paul was fed up with the fights between him and Y/N, so he will take the opportunity of fixing his relationship with her. No matter how much it costs, he will fix it.
“We can share” Y/N mumbled, “Choose your side of the bed, I will go out to explore with Ollie for a while” She finished, leaving her luggage close to the closet and left the room.
Paul felt almost defeated. Key word being almost. He was sometimes jealous about Y/N’s friendship with Ollie. He had nothing against that nice british kid, but seeing them hang out almost everyday was upsetting. He knew that those two were close due to them being in the same academy, and being teammates last year.
Y/N on the other hand, couldn’t stand the thought of Paul hating her, so that’s why she mostly hung out with Ollie, Arthur and Dino. But mainly Ollie, they bonded over being to young kids in Formula 3, trying to meet everyone’s expectations. For Y/N, Ollie has been the only person to actually know about her true feelings towards Paul, he always gave her advice about what she could do with Paul, but funny enough, she was terrified. Y/N was more scared to show her true feelings than driving a car at 100 mph.
The whole team wanted Y/N and Paul to notice that both are just overthinking everything, and just start kind of fresh, for them to be friends or even something more.
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It was around 7pm, everyone was supposed to meet at the lobby at 8 so they could go and have dinner.
Paul was trying to ignore the presence of Y/N until he could really know what he wanted to do about their relationship, but it was hard to ignore it when all he could hear was the angelic (at least that’s what he thought) voice of Y/N. She was softly singing Vienna by Billy Joel. Paul knew that Y/N loves that song.
Paul, in small worlds, was delighted. He was delighted by every single little thing about his new teammate. He was in too deep, he knew, and was okay with it.
Y/N could feel Paul’s eyes staring at her and it was making her feel happy and confused. Was it that she was ugly? Is that why he is staring? She was trying not to overthink it more than she already does.
When Y/N finished her makeup, she left the bathroom and went to the bed to put on her shoes, and once again, she felt Paul’s gaze in her.
“Hey, are you okay? Do I have something in my face for you to be staring at?” Y/N finally asked with a slight humor in her voice.
“No, not at all. You just look beautiful” Paul said truthfully, looking into Y/N eyes.
“Oh, um, thanks” She said blushing and staring back into Paul’s beautiful eyes, “You don’t look too bad yourself” She finished, focusing on her heels to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal.
Paul smiled at Y/N, even though she couldn’t see it. He was beaming with joy at the thought that they were kind of fixing things, but he still had a long way to go with their funny dynamic.
“We should start heading down, everyone might be there already” Paul voiced to Y/N. She just nodded and grabbed her bag.
Both made their way to the elevator, Paul behind Y/N like a bodyguard. Once they got to the lobby, they didn’t see anyone on the team, so they just decided to go to the restaurant.
“The reservation is under René’s name, right?” Y/N asked and Paul nodded in agreement.
“Ciao, posso aiutarti?” A nice lady asked (Hello, may I help you)
“Ciao, si” Y/N said in a slight broken italian, “Abbiamo una prenotazione a nome René Rosin” She confidently said (Hi, yes. We have a reservation under the name René Rosin)
“Ok, seguimi per favore” The lady said. Both kids followed her and came to a halt when they saw that the table was for two, “Ecco il tuo tavolo, torna subito con i menu” And she left. (Okay, follow me please. Here is your table, be right back with the menus).
Both kids looked at each other in confusion. They sat down and Y/N texted Angelina.
“Angelina just told me that we have to stay here and talk everything out” Y/N huffed out, “I think everyone wants us to fix our relationship” She softly spoked.
Y/N hesitated before gazing up at Paul. He had a shy smile on and waited for a little before starting to talk.
“You know, I never hated you” Paul said with confidence but at the same time, in a hushed voice, “I’ve always liked you, as a person and as a driver. I always find ways to annoy you so I could get your attention” He said with truth gleaming on his eyes, “I never wanted you to hate me, but in my dumb kid head, I thought that it was the only way you could actually notice me” He stopped for a brief moment, “I really like you, as more than just a person and a driver. I’ve always wanted you by my side, when I had a good or a bad race, the only thing going on in my mind was you” He finished.
Y/N was shocked. She never thought that Paul could be slightly interested in her, never. She always saw the attention he got from other girls and was terrified to compete against them.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Paul asked, “I shouldn’t have said any of that, goddammit, I scared you, didn’t I?” He frantically let out.
Y/N looked at him, and saw that his eyes were telling nothing but the truth. She was just speechless because of how happy she felt.
Paul stood up from the table and was about to leave, but Y/N stopped him immediately by his wrist.
“Paul, sit down” He looked puzzled at Y/N, “Please” She said softly. He obliged and eventually sat down with his head hanging low, “I really like you too. More than a person and a driver, my eyes have always been just for you” She quietly stated.
“Seriously?!” Paul asked, raising his head up to see Y/N smiling sweetly at him and nodding.
“Yup, I just followed your game because I literally thought you hated me” She giggled at Paul’s face.
“Well, now you know that I feel everything but hatred for you” Paul laughed and couldn’t resist to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips, “That was just the beginning sweetheart” He goofily smiled at the girl he had heart eyes since he was a pre teen.
“Yeah…I guess we have to thank everyone for setting this up” Y/N pecked Paul on his lips and thought that it was the beginning to a very long story.
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Thank you all for the support on the last one shot, hope you enjoyed this one just as much <3
#paul aron#fia f3#prema racing#f3#formula 3#formula 1#formula one#paul aron imagine#formula 1 imagine#paul aron x reader
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what were the members reaction to jeongmi’s relationship? were some members rooting for them since the beginning or was totally shocked by the news
omg! this was something i’ve been meaning to start writing, esp. for the jeongmi files, but didn’t really know how to expand from it. the ask really drove me to write this.. so thank u anon !! 🐈⬛🐈🤍
٩(^‿^)۶ SEVENTEEN’S REACTION TO JEONGMI’S RELATIONSHIP !
pairing. jeonghan x oc — seventeen x oc
date set. late 2020 / november 2020
word count. 1.1k
warnings. foul language used, one mention of their engagement, mutual pining omg 😫
an. again.. thank u to my anon for asking this ^_^
anon asks related to this. mingyu reaction
LEAST SURPRISED — “oh, okay. yeah we could tell you two liked each other for a long ass time already. i’m surprised you didn’t get together sooner.” ->
seungcheol/s.coups & joshua
ok this two men were like.. thankful that the pair finally had the balls to ask each other out after like 2 years of painful flirting omg. since the 95 line are usually closer to each other, the jeongmi couple had their designated person that they talked to about their love problems. sc&js definitely heard both sides of jeonghan and minji about their “undying love” for each other but didn’t know if it really was that for TWO YEARS STRAIGHT. #1 WINGMEN—“oh hey jeonghan, why don’t you go help out mizu with her tasks. i’m sure she won’t mind you” or “oh sorry about that mizu, but i’m sure jeonghan can help you with that task”— and they would SET THEM UP on dates omfg. the news wasn’t surprising to them at all. to them, they were already a couple with the way they acted towards each other tbh. — “god fucking FINALLY!! it’s about damn time!”
seungkwan & chan/dino
seungkwan. kwannie. chan. channie *violently sobs*. these men rooted for them like children of divorce who went through hell and back to get their parents back even though they never had a divorce but they were just not together or married. in satirical forms, they would ironically call them mom and dad and only to please their ideals, they would respond to it. literally pushed the jeongmi agenda—“ah minji-noona, when are you going to date jeonghan-hyung? what do you mean ‘no?’, he literally throws heart eyes to you whenever you have the chance to speak and you do it as well..”— and they did not fail! news wasn’t surprising, they literally raised seungkwan and chan.. — “see! i told you they were going to date. now give me those $50 bucks right now.” “hyung, are you serious right now..?”
SEMI SURPRISED — “oh, i mean i expected it but i didn’t think it would be so early.” ->
wonwoo
just because this man is quiet, DOES NOT mean he doesn’t enjoy the drama 🙄!! one of the first people to realize what was going on between jeongmi, excluding the fact they smashed before dating each other. actively had told minji to ask jeonghan out but wonwoo never saw it happen rip 💔. he was more worried about the articles that would come out once they were either: 1) exposed, or 2) came out themselves and said it. — “ah. see! i told you everything was going to be alright! i literally told you to ask him and boom.. he beat you to it.”
minghao & vernon
these two could see that jeonghan & minji would eventually get together some day but they didn’t know when. unlike sc, js & chan, they didn’t push much thought into it but supported the jeongmi agenda. they’ve seen the signs of a future relationship, given how minji would act with jeonghan. minji also brought a side out of jeonghan.. ❪ like being babied ❫, and to be honest, hao and vern were like .. “tf when did he get all mushy mushy with mizu..?”. they were surprised to say the least but it wasn’t the biggest news to them ❪ like jeongmi getting engaged ❫.
SURPRISED — “how long did you guys know.. and why didn’t you tell us beforehand!!!” ->
hoshi/soonyoung
he would see the sneaky glances between them during any sort of dance practice. during dance practices, soonyoung is on HIGH ALERT all the time and frankly, he does not want anyone messing up, including his main dancers chan and minji. seeing minji distracted during practice was pretty rare and seeing her this distracted because of jeonghan was even WEIRD. did some investigation but later gave up because he forgot. didn’t help that he got frequent visits from jeonghan ❪ same dorm building in 2020 ❫ and jeonghan would as him some questions about minji. — “what do you mean they’ve been dating? oh, is that why you asked me if minji was talking to anyone?”
dk/seokmin & mingyu
these two were surprised. seokmin was shocked and mingyu fell to his knees ❪ not clickbait, see image at the end ❫. mingyu couldn’t believe he was flirting with a taken woman, still did afterward. they couldn’t believe their eyes and had to take breather. — “so you’re telling me that you two are together? okay. that’s reasonable considering you two were always together. right mingyu? mingyu..?” image at the end.
MOST SURPRISED — “WHAT THE FUCK.” ->
jun/junhui
oh this man LIVES on his phone, spends most of his off days catching up on whatever he missed. sure he’s heard a thing or two about them, especially from minji, and shrugged it off. he always thought that it was weird that minji had a certain feeling for jeonghan but honestly, who wouldnt? so whatever was said about him from her, he honestly did not give a f.. until they announced it. he’s literally the shocked cat meme or wtv cat memes there are now 🙀🙀🙀 literally him. ngl.. he’s the type to forget their dating because he’ll pop in the room and see them pdaing and boom! “what the fuck is going on??” — “what do you mean they’ve been eyeing each other? HOW?”
woozi/jihoon
this man LIVES in his workplace. what makes you think he’s going to understand the emotional love from these two..? though he did find it weird that minji was asking his opinion on love songs she wrote, but didn’t mention it. and why was jeonghan so keen on wanting to learn more japanese..? on the dates they were busy with either music shows or gose, he did notice that they were closer to eachother and found it extremely strange. #was the last one to find out — “so you’ve been telling me that you two have liked each other for how many years? TWO? oh my god.. you better be fucking with me”
EXTRA BONUS: PARENT’S REACTION
DOI HOUSEHOLD ->
mom and dad were NOT surprised at all. the calls made from minji to her parents always ended on a strange note: “so when are you going to ask out jeonghan?” or “are you and jeonghan finally dating or what?”. minji had enough during the early months of 2020, and kept her secret when they finally started dating. — “mariana mizuki cortez doi. why did we have to hear it from the agency that you were finally dating jeonghan..? oh, you better pray that you are not home til the next year.” — though afterward, they were extremely supportive of the young couple.
YOON HOUSEHOLD ->
just like minji’s parents, the yoon parents were NOT surprised. they always regarded minji as a sweet girl and had always told jeonghan to bring her home more often, without the rest of the members. they also pushed the jeongmi agenda onto jeonghan in hopes he would ask out minji sooner or later. after a month or so of dating, jeonghan would eventually tell his parents on what their newfound relationship was built on.
some were short due to the diverse set of reactions!! but here’s jun’s reaction and mingyu’s reaction.
svtminji est 2023
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Could you write something with Trevor where he’s a dad to twin girls and is left in charge of getting them dressed and ready for preschool or some kind of class like dance or figure skating?
a/n: just when you think im done with dad fics im back stronger than ever. loved this
“Bunnies or piggies?” Trevor asked his twin girls and of course they shouted completely different answers. He should have known they would answer completely because even though they were twins, they couldn’t be more different. The only thing they had in common was well their physical appearance and their love for their figure skating class. “Okay, well one at a time let’s go.” They were also both pretty good at listening when it came to getting ready and didn’t usually give him a run for his money when he was the one in charge of getting them ready.
“So daddy is going to bring you to school today and pick you up. After school you have figure skating classes.” Both the girls clapped their hands like he had imagined they would. Today was probably their favorite day of the week because they took after their dad just slightly when it came to their love for the ice. Trevor carefully finished up each of their hair and grabbed both their bags that were already prepared for school and for practice.
The drive to the school wasn’t too bad, a quick jam session with both his girls as he drove them. Once at the school, he walked them in. “Bye daddy!!” They said in unison as they gave him a double hug. Now was his turn to get everything he needed done. He had his own morning skate but aside from that he didn’t have a game coming up so he could actually enjoy a day to himself before having to pick the girls up.
Time went by pretty quickly and before he knew he was back at the school picking them up. Both of them acting like little torpedos as they ran towards him. “Ready for practice?” He asked and they both nodded their heads excitingly. The rink where they practiced wasn’t too far so it wasn’t a long drive. “Okay, sit down on the bench so I can tie your skates.”
And just like that once their skates were tied on tight they both went off to the ice joining all the other little ones and their instructor. The joy on their faces reminded him of his own childhood and how much it had meant to him every time his parents took him to a rink to practice. The hardest part about practice days was tearing them from the rink, they usually both pouted the whole way to the car and tried to see if they could stay longer.
“Mommy called me during practice and she said she’s making Dino nuggies tonight. Plus, I think she got some ice cream too for you girls.” And just like that they were excited to go back home. “Daddy, one day we’re going to be faster than you on the ice.” A laugh left his lips as he nodded his head. “Oh I don’t doubt that at all.”
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it’s ME ya girl. I have a request!! nr. 12 (Academic Rivals) & 13 (are you still avoiding me?).
IDEA: so obv because it is me, it’s gotta be smutty right (but you can totally be free about how smutty you want it to be!!) 🤩 and basically academic rivals chan and yn who were at the same party a week ago or smth and during truth or dare yn was asked if she had ever fantasised about chan (or anything else that like tells she has been thinking about him in a sexy way 🤭) and he finally catches her in the library and BAMM… smutty time.
sending you love and hugs and congrats again on 2k!!! ILY 🫶🏻
a/n: waaaa thank you so much ! i love this request !
title: fantasies
pairing: college!dino x college!reader
warnings: public sexual acts, oral (m receiving), use of degrading names
word count: 1.4k
Requests are closed
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The hallway suddenly felt empty as you saw Chan at the end of it. A beat up Nirvana shirt hanging loosely around him, although it somehow accentuated his shoulders. For a week, you had managed to avoid him. Actually, you had done everything in your power to avoid him. Which had been a living nightmare, considering that most of your classes were together - something you had done with intent, as a way to fuel your rivalry. It wasn't petty or even just for fun, it genuinely helped you motivate yourselves to do better.
However, your rivalry had made you grow closer - somewhat becoming friends, in a strange way. It was the kind of friendship where if you happened to be at the same party you'd talk in larger groups. During these parties, your friends would make frequent jokes about the two of you having a sexual tension between you. Which is how you ended up in the situation you did.
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"Alright!" Your friend put down the now empty bottle in front of the circle of people. "Let's play truth or dare!"
Some groaned, some cheered, and some where too drunk to understand what was happening. Your friend, who was the one who finished the bottle laying in front of you, flicked their wrist and spun the flash around. The liquid wasn't fully gone, and a few drops landed on the ground and the people sitting closest. The head of the bottle pointed to you, and everyone let out an "ooo".
"Truth," you said, gaining a few boo's from the circle.
"I have the perfect question for you!" they slurred out, "Chan's here, right?"
You tensed up at the sound of his name, you eyes immediately locked eyes with him. He tore his gaze away from you to look up at your friend.
"There he is! Okay, okay..." They calmed down their laughter, "Y/N, have you ever had any fantasies of your nemesis..? We've all seen how you look at each other!"
Your friend was very right. However, they also knew about the sex dream you once had of your rival. With this obviously targeted comment, you got flustered. Too drunk to come up with a lie, you told the truth. A meek "yes" escaped passed your lips, but you didn't say another word about it.
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Chan was approaching you, fast, and you bolted into the library - thinking that you can hide between the shelves and the people there. Luck was not on your side because there was not a soul in the library - you couldn't even find a librarian. So when Chan calls out your name, it echoes loudly in the empty library.
"Why are you running from me?" he asked.
There was only a bookshelf separating you now, and you looked at him through an open space where books should have been placed.
"I'm not running," you lie.
"Don't lie to me, Y/N," he said, almost reassuringly.
He went to walk around the shelf, making you stumble back. Chan noticed your nervous movements and stopped trying to walk around the shelf.
"Are you serious?" he laughed.
"I'm very serious, Chan, leave me alone," you pleaded. "It's too weird!"
"What's weird?"
"Last week, when I-" You groaned and finally walked around the shelf yourself. "Listen, if you're here to gloat then I won't have it."
"I'm not." Chan raised his hands up in defense and approached you. "I just haven't seen you around much. I was wondering if everything was okay."
"No, everything's not okay!" you exclaimed, "I've embarrassed myself in front of you, and I know you won't ever let me live it down!"
He stared at you, and you couldn't make out what he was feeling. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. As if it wasn't bad enough, Chan's slow steps had accumulated into standing right in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, as if he was already afraid that you'd run away.
"I know I've put you through a lot of hell sometimes," he admitted in a unusually soft tone, "But I wouldn't kick you when you're down, Y/N."
"Wouldn't you?" you scoffed.
"No." He swallowed thickly. "Not when I've had those thoughts too..."
Chan's words made a shiver run down your spine. He pulled you in closer by your wrist. You stumbled and put your hand against his chest to steady yourself. When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but pure need and adoration - he wanted you. Bringing your hand up to his cheek, you used it to bring his face closer to yours.
"Would you like to try some of those fantasies out?" you murmured, lips inching closer to his.
"Right here?"
"Right here." You bumped your nose against his, "I need you to take me right here."
His lips finally smashed against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to push yourself impossibly close against him. One of his hands snaked around your waist, while the other leaned against the bookshelf. The two of you moved, possibly knocking down some books, and managed to get to a table. At first he pushed you against the surface of the table, but before he could prop you up you took the lead and turned both of you around. Breaking the kiss, you began kneeling - clawing down his chest as you did.
"I want your cock in my mouth, now." You looked up at him as you fumbled with his pants. "You've got no idea how much I've drooled at the sight of it through your pants."
"I think I've got some idea." He chuckled and helped you pull his pants down.
You dismissed his comment, and went to place kisses over his fabric covered cock. He was already hard, which only made teasing him more fun.
"Does it excite you that someone could walk in at any moment, Chan?" you asked and smiled when you felt his cock twitch under your palm.
You took his cock out of his underwear, admiring the size as it bounced up against his stomach. Taking it in your hand, you pumped him a few times. You pressed a kiss to the reddened tip of his cock, watching him squirm as you did. Chan ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it slightly.
"I thought you wanted to be a good little whore and suck my cock," he said. "Isn't this what you dreamt of, baby?"
Before you could reply, he shoved your mouth onto his cock. You gagged around it, and it sent a jolt down to your cunt. Chan's grip loosened, and you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Muffled moans and soft groans escaped Chan's lips. When you looked up at him, you saw him looking down with lust filling his eyes.
"That's right, baby, look at me." He grinned. "You're a good slut, aren't you? Maybe I should've done this to you earlier- maybe that'd shut you up for once. Is that right, Y/N? Does it take some good cock for you to keep your mouth shut?"
You moaned around him, continuing your movements. The need to please him filled your body, and you couldn't help but moan when he praised your efforts. Feeling him get closer to climax only made you more eager. Your mouth pulled off of him with a pop, your hand kept doing the job your mouth was doing before.
"Cum in my mouth," you rasped out, "Please?"
Chan didn't respond, instead he grabbed your hair again and pushed you back onto his cock. You let him hold you in place as he fucked your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin. You were lucky that no one was in the library to hear the sounds of your mouth being used - slurping as you hollowed your cheeks around him. Tears started stinging in your eyes, as you looked up to see his eyes shut tight and eyebrows knitted together. Chan's mouth hung open, not even trying to stop any noises that might come out. Your nails dug into his thighs. A string of swears left Chan's lips as he came down your throat.
"So good to me, Y/N," he moaned, "Was it that hard to just do as I say for once?"
"I'm bruising my knees for you and you can't even say thank you?" you joked and stood back up.
After pulling his pants back up, you felt his hands sneak around your waist. He was sporting a big, lovesick grin - still high on endorphins. Your hands cupped his face.
"You owe me an orgasm," you whispered.
"Sure, are you free now?" He pulled you in closer.
"Get me to the nearest bathroom and I'll consider letting you fuck me." You smiled.
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what's in a last name | mick schumacher
pairing: mick schumacher x oc (maria senna)
was the schumacher-senna fight going to be as competitive the second time around?
word count: 4.5k words warnings: death of loved ones, motorsport accidents, anxiety
not super happy with this one but wanted to get it out for y'all. most likely will be a part 2 :)
Ayrton Senna. Champion of 3 World Driver’s titles. Winner of 41 F1 Grand Prix. Holder of 65 pole positions. Driver for Toleman Motorsport, Lotus, McLaren and Renault. Father of one.
That one being Maria Senna. That’s me. I was born in São Paulo, Brazil on the 1st of May 1999. 5 years to the day after my father had died going into Tamburello at the Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari circuit in Italy.
I know what you’re thinking, that math doesn’t make sense. You’d be correct. My mother, Adriane Galisteu and my father had decided to try for children in 1994 and were unsuccessful. Ayrton wanted to be a dad more than anything in the world and as such they organised for IVF, a sample being taken from both of them. The crash happened and my mother swore she would never have kids, unable to face the pain of seeing even a tiny bit of Ayrton in someone else, wishing to never be reminded of the loss of him.
Life went on and my mother decided that she wanted to instead honour Ayrton’s legacy and as such the samples were used and 8 months and 24 days later, I was born. Maria Clara Senna da Silva. However, for most of my life, I went by Maria Clara Galisteu, hiding in plain sight. I had grown up hearing about my father’s talents and achievements, watching all his races on television. My cousin, Bruno would watch with me, placing me in a laundry basket and giving me a plate to steer with, copying his onboard footage.
My mother disapproved vehemently, not wishing to watch another loved one enter motorsport and succumb to the same demise as Ayrton. She knew she could not stop me from wanting to honour my father and my love for what he did. As such I began karting at the age of 6, Bruno taking me to his old karting track in between his British Formula 3 season. I adored it and picked it up quickly, feeling my happiest with a radiator to my left and an engine to my right. No one in Brazil compared to my talent, except for my close friend and “teammate” Felipe Drugovich. I say teammate lightly, his father helping me as a mechanic at karting races when Bruno was away.
Felipe and I got along like a house on fire, making our way to Europe together, both of us competing in Italian Formula 4 for the 2016 and 2017 seasons. It was here that I met some of my greatest friends; Marcus Armstrong, Juan Manuel Correa, Enzo Fittipaldi and Olli Caldwell.
It was also here that I met my biggest enemy, Mick Schumacher. I will be honest, but only because I’m telling you, I probably wouldn’t have hated him if it wasn’t for his last name. I was aware of my father’s battles with Michael, and this meant that I immediately held a grudge. I still remember him coming over to shake my hand, his bright red Prema hoodie making him impossible to miss. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m Mick.” His hand suspended between us. “I know who you are,” was all I said, turning on my heels and walking back into the Van Amersfoort Racing trailer. “Spoilt brat” was all Mick whispered under his breath as I turned. I hadn’t told anyone who my father was and as such, I had no leg to stand on as to why I was angry at him. Chatting to Juan Manuel one day he had asked about Mick. “Why do you hate him so much?” I pushed my pasta around the bowl a bit. “I don’t hate him, he’s just so up himself.” “Wait, are we talking about the same person?” “Oh yeah, I forgot, it’s probably in your contract to protect the Prema golden boy.” “Give him a chance, Maria.” “No thanks.”
I was meticulous, always the first driver to the track and the last one to leave. I would go over data for hours, spend time with my engineers and walk the track as much as I needed. I was a winner and I was a winner because I put in more work than anyone else. Although in 2016, I placed second, the first loser to my number one rival, Mick Schumacher. But in 2017, I won.
2018 brought on a move to the FIA Formula 3 Championship, staying with Van Amersfoort Racing. I kept my friends and I kept my discipline. The way I held myself, trained, practised and raced brought the attention of a few driver academies. Nothing would have prepared me for the email I received halfway through 2018, the header filled with papaya orange and the footer containing the speedy kiwi. “I am taking us home, dad.”
2018 involved me coming second… again, to Mick Schumacher… again. I was beyond annoyed but I was able to move up to Formula 2 for 2019, moving to Prema of all places, alongside Mick himself. I was peeved but I knew the car was fast and I knew I could ignore him like I had the last 3 years. He was not going to ruin this for me now. With my McLaren backing, I had a real shot to get to Formula 1, I needed these super license points and I was ready to do anything to get them.
“Do you ever have fun?” Mick had said as he entered our driver’s trailer, watching me highlight my data and analyse a different graph on my iPad. “It is fun, you’d find it fun too if you won more.” I quipped back. He scoffed and sat down next to me at the table. I slid my notes and data up into a pile and put it in my bag, turning to look at him, arms crossed and an unamused expression on my face. “Can I help you, Schumacher?” I straightened my back, making myself seem scarier than I was. “Yeah, you can actually! I want to know why you hate me so much! You are friends with everyone, except me. Why?” He looked exasperated, flailing his hands around in a way that I had never seen before from the usually composed and cool-headed German. “You are just so entitled, Mick! Using your last name to get you wherever you need to go! Showing it off to the world like it is something to be so smug about. You know some of us had to work to get here, right? On merit and hard work!” I had stood up, knocking my chair to the ground, pointing down at him. He stood to match me. “How dare you, Maria! I can’t help that I am my father’s son and I cannot help that I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to make it to where I am. But you know what, I would give it all up, in a single second, if it meant that I got to talk to my dad one more time. If I got to hear him say he loved me one more time. So yeah, I have the most powerful last name in Formula 1 history, but I wear it like a fucking badge of honour because every day I go out on track, I can only hope to be half the driver that he was. That is something that you will never understand.” He was breathing heavily, piercing me with his blue eyes. “You’re not the only one with a father who is no longer here, Mick” and with that I stormed out of the trailer, ready to run the track 2 more times to purge my brain of the conversation.
I won that weekend, at the Hungaroring. A place my father had taken 3 wins in Formula 1. I smiled up at him on that podium, hoping that I was making him proud. I turned to my right, briefly looking at Mick, wondering if he thought the same thing every time he was on a podium too. I wondered if he was thinking about his dad’s four wins here in Hungary. I shook my head slightly, fighting to free the thought of how similar we were. I didn’t want us to be, but there was no denying it.
Five. That was the number. The number of wins that my father had taken here at Spa-Francorchamps. I was hoping to have my first. I knew Mick was too.
“Red flag, red flag, red flag!” My heart sunk. I had watched the two cars collide in my mirrors. The bright pink car turning to scattered pieces in less than a second. Being around motorsport for my whole life, I knew, I could tell. It was not good. And for the first time in my racing career, I realised that I couldn’t breathe. I’d never felt like this before. “Oh my god” was all my lungs could push out down the radio as I headed back to the pits.
“Everything ok, Maria? Do you have a puncture? You are traveling quite slow but we can’t see anything here on the data.” I couldn’t answer, I could barely breathe and I felt like my world was going to collapse. The 1st of May 1995 had come flooding back to my mind, but this time, instead of my father, it was my friend, a good friend at that. In that moment, as I sat in my car, finally back in the pits, I experienced the grief of my father’s death 24 years ago. An event I never had to mourn until now.
I was suffocating and suddenly my suit was too tight, my harness felt like vines trying to pull me to hell and my helmet felt like it was trying to kill me, compressing my head. I was clawing at my neck, unable to find my zipper or my helmet strap with my gloves on but when I tried to remove them, my fingers didn’t move. I told them to and they didn’t. I realised in that moment that I had been screaming, the sound so muffled by my helmet and the roar of engines, the blast of sirens and the chatter of people. But then my neck didn’t feel as constricted and when I lulled my head, I was staring back at Mick. He flipped my visor up, the breeze stinging my tear stained face. “Let’s get you out of here, ok?” And with that, my harness was undone and I was lifted from my car. My legs gave way and my sobs were so much louder now, Mick propping me up as he rushed me through the garage to our trailer.
I didn’t stop crying once, I was babbling nonsense as Mick lifted me to sit on a workbench in our trailer. “Can you take your helmet off?” He had asked, looking straight into my eyes, watching the tears flow. I shook my head, no, I couldn’t, I couldn’t even think right now. It took me about 13 more restricted breaths before I realised that my vision was becoming blurred and I could no longer distinguish Mick’s freckles from his complexion. He turned to wave someone over but it didn’t matter, I was out.
My eyes fluttered open, squinting from the harsh light that shone from the trailer roof. I moved my limbs slightly, feeling the hard massage bed beneath me. Turning to my left, I saw Mick. He hadn’t seen me wake yet but as I looked closer, I began to notice just how badly he was doing. He had his head in his hands, his shoulders moving occasionally, soft sobs echoing through the room. He was now back in his Prema hoodie and tracksuit pants, I had clearly been out for a while. “Mick.” I was surprised that my voice was even audible. He looked up and my heart broke and for the first time, I saw a scared boy. He no longer towered over me, he crumpled where he sat and his usually rosy cheeks looked pale and tear-stained. “Hey” was all I got from him. I stood up to sit next to him, transferring my weight from the bed to the bench that I had been propped up on not so long ago.
“Was it Anthoine?” I couldn’t look at Mick, if I did, I would break all over again. “Yeah. Yeah, it was. I am sorry Maria, I know you guys were close.” I nodded, looking down at my lap. “What.. what happened to you on that in lap?” He finally faced me. I knew he would have asked, I was always so fierce and composed, my breaking down was unheard of. I tossed my options up in my head but when I turned to look at Mick, I knew then that he could have asked anything of me and I would have. His eyes were watery but kind, not how I remembered them to be before that, always so beady and harsh. His hand rested on mine, softly to test the waters but then his fingers curled encasing my hand in his. I had to tell him. It was only fair. I knew he would keep my secret, if only because he knew my pain.
“My dad.” I was scared to say more than that but I knew it wasn’t enough to explain the situation. He surveyed my face, picking up on my need for him to continue the conversation. “It reminds you of your father’s passing?” He spoke timidly, without his confident facade, weary of upsetting me and ruining our first proper chance at friendship. I nodded in confirmation of his question. “He was a racer? He drove cars too?” Again I nodded, willing myself to finally speak any words. He smiled at my nod, resonating with the bond that children have with their father’s legacies. “Was he in NASCAR or Indy? Rally?” I could tell that Mick was racking his brain trying to place my surname. It was obvious that he knew all the F1 drivers and none of them shared my last name. “No. F1.” The way his head flicked towards me, trying to catch my eye to see if I was joking. I wasn’t. He was racking his brain for a question to ask, to confirm it. He wasn’t stupid, here was a Brazilian girl in front of him, the same age and there was only one possibility.
“Imola?” He leaned back, waiting for my reaction. I nodded. He didn’t react, just turned to look straight ahead, processing the information. “But, how could you be my age if-“ “IVF, yeah” I knew he would ask. He nodded again, seeing that it added up. “Does anyone know?” He turned to me again, his eyes softening. “No, no one, well except Bruno and my mother obviously. Not even Felipe does.” I sighed, it felt almost refreshing to be able to get this off of my chest and tell someone.
“I think in that car hearing the red flag called, that was the first time I properly grieved my father’s death. It had always seemed too far away and impossible but it happened again. I have never felt sadness like I have now.”
We sat together in silence until the team came and got us. It was only when Bruno, who had been acting as my manager during this time, gave me a weird look and I realised that Mick and I had been holding hands, finding comfort in one another as we processed the events of the day and the revelation I had dropped. Bruno’s look quickly softened when he realised just how upset I was, my eyes still watery and my skin pale. I thought at that moment, that I had hit rock bottom, that nothing would ever feel as painful as how my heart felt right there. But I think we both know that I wouldn’t be saying that if it was the case. Life has a way of kicking us when we are down and it kicked me hard.
Mick had messaged me throughout that week and over the next few races we had grown closer. Not friends just yet but we were amicable and I always felt his watchful eye on me. During interviews, training, conferences and racing I felt for the first time like I had someone ready to catch me if I fell. I showed my vulnerable side and through that, I had gained a confidante. He hadn’t told a soul of my secret and I was grateful. I suspected it was because he understood my desire to stay invisible, to be able to have the opportunity to rise through the ranks myself, a privilege, I realised, he never got. I had reflected on my comments towards him and had apologised, he knew now that I was merely projecting but I still felt bad.
The last race of the season was at Yas Marina, both F2 and F1 ending the 2019 season here. I was expected to win but I was only leading Mick in the championship by 7 points. It was close. I wanted to win and I hated all of the remarks from broadcasters and even my team of, ‘you can win the championship if he comes second and you get at least third, fourth or fifth’. I know they were trying to show me how possible it was, how I was right there, to win the championship in my rookie season and to be the first woman to win an F2 championship. I knew it settled my nerves, my engineer going over it all with me so that radio messages during the race made sense when comparing my results to Mick but I just wanted to be first. It was in my nature and no one would stop me.
As I walked through the paddock, my headphones in, the sound of rock pouring into my ears, I knew that I belonged here, stopping into the Mercedes garage, I quickly said hello to Lewis, who had been an avid support of mine, both on talent and my battle to overcome my diversity. He gave me a hug and a good luck and I was on my way again. As I walked the paddock, I became more and more aware of the eyes on me, engineers stopped what they were doing to point and whisper, broadcasters looking at me too. I was confused, obviously I was well known, I was leading the F2 championship currently but there had never been a reception like this, especially from the F1 teams who were always too busy (or too important) to care. I started my way back to the Prema motorhome, the stares starting to freak me out.
One second I was walking past a short alleyway between trailers and the next I was leaning against one, my shoulders being held and my eyes looking straight at Mick, his eyes filled with worry. The more I looked over him, the more I realised how dishevelled he looked, hair messy, face glowing with sweat and breathing heavily. “Mick, get off me. What is going on?” I stood up, straightening my hair with my hand. “I swear it wasn’t me. I would never do that to you. I promise. I’m so sorry and we will figure this out together. I’m by your side.” He muttered out, his ramblings so foreign compared to his usual composed and calm speech. “What are you talking about?” I hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Oh god. You haven’t heard yet, have you?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, tapping through an app before passing it to me.
“I’m so sorry, Maria. I needed to find you before anyone else did and let you know” His eyes were wide and his brows furrowed, pleading with me to believe him. My first instinct was to be mad at him, be so furious that I kicked and screamed and threw punches but I just knew it wasn’t him. If my teammate was anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them but we had lived such similar lives, I knew he couldn’t betray me like that. “I believe you, Mick.” His shoulder tension dropping at my affirmation of his innocence. “What do I do now?” I was genuinely clueless. I had always had a plan in life, everything following as I had planned, but now… I had nothing. “Let’s go back to the garage and see what we can do next, Rene can handle this.”
My hands had never been as sweating as they were sitting in that conference room. I looked around the circular table, Rene, Mick, Bruno and then myself, that was it. “It’s true, Rene. I should have told you and I understand if you are mad but I really was just trying to make it on my own. I didn’t want to wear my father’s name like a label.” He nodded and smiled. “I know, Maria, I know. What do you want to come from this?” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand, giving me a sympathetic thin-lipped smile. He was like a father to me and what I imagined it would be like to have Ayrton around still, he was always pushing me, always wanting me to do more, but he was so proud of my achievements and wanted the best for me. “I don’t want to say anything until after the race. Please.” He nodded. “No media until after the race, you decide then what your answer to everyone’s question is. Same for you, Mick, no media.” He smiled and then let it drop, remembering that him being excused from media was because my identity was being leaked. It made me smile a little if nothing else. “Also, I have spoken to a few people around the team and apparently one of the mechanics leaked this to the press. He overheard you both talking after Spa and wanted to make some money off of this. I am truly sorry, Maria. He was been let go of immediately and if you would like, we can pursue legal action.” All I could do was nod, what was done, was done. But it was race time and I needed to focus.
In true Mick fashion, I had gotten a fist bump and a smile and good luck before the race. The Prema garage was tense but excited. No one knew what was about to happen but they were keen to find out, much like we were too. I won’t get into the final race, if you are reading this, then you probably know the results and if you don’t, have a look on F1TV, it wasn’t a bad race, although I may be pretty biased. All I can say is that, as I jumped from my car, parked behind the sign with a one printed on it, I was on top of the world. I wasn’t thinking about my father, about my team, about my mother back in Brazil… I was actually thinking about the person driving the car that pulled up behind number two. Who sprung out of their car like there was a fire and who picked me up and twirled me around like I weighed nothing. Up on the podium, as the Brazilian national anthem played, I looked to my right and wondered if Mick had the same thought as me, the next generation of Senna and Schumacher, the future greats battling it out on track.
“Yes.”
“Sorry Maria, what do you mean?”
“I know what you were about to ask me, yes.”
“We were trying to do the math before an-”
“IVF. Any other questions?”
“Is it true that you like the second-generation Schumacher more than your father liked the first?”
Looking over my shoulder, Mick was graciously completing interviews and my heart swelled. I wasn’t dumb. I had known all along that my projection of my own fatherly situation and my supposed hatred of him was to mask how I really felt. That the first day we ever met, when he came over, Italy coloured hoodie on and introduced himself, it had been love at first sight. Nothing had changed and looking at him now, chatting away with pride after just narrowly coming second in the championship, my heart felt the same love.
“He wishes.”
The next season, 2020, Mick had won the F2 championship and I was spending my time as the McLaren reserve driver, beside Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris, soaking in every detail I could and trying to honour my father’s legacy as much as possible. 2021 involved Mick in Alfa Romeo with Valtteri Bottas and myself now in the second seat at McLaren with Lando Norris.
4 years with our teams, blood, sweat and tears both on and off track. A few pole positions and a few race wins, a few crashes and a few too many DNF’s (although if you ask me, 1 is too many). Our love grew and was tested daily but I knew that nothing was ever going to change how I felt about Mick. He was the smell of pine amongst the ice of Swiss mountains, he was the reflection the sun made on the sand underneath the shallow ocean water and he was the soft crackle that a fireplace made. He was my comfort and my support through everything. We were private but never secretive and I knew that if he asked me to give up racing, I would in a heartbeat but he never would, it wasn’t in his nature.
I looked up from my laptop, a soft knock rousing me from my work. “Are you writing right now? On your wedding day, oh my goodness, Maria, no!” Lily was standing there in her bridesmaid dress, hair curled and makeup on. “You need to get your dress on, Lewis, you were meant to be keeping her on track.” She gestured to the man lounging on a desk chair, who sprung into action at realising the time. “Shit, Maria, you need to get ready!” Lily rolled her eyes. “We are all ready to go, so dress on and let’s get you married, hey?” I nodded and slipped into my dress, Lewis helping when I called for him to do the zip for me. With my shoes on, I was ready to marry the love of my life. “He would be so proud of you, prodígio. I just know it.” I smiled back at him as we waited in the entrance room of one of the Schumacher ranch barns. Having converted the whole property for our wedding. White flowers adorned the area, small candles in jars and a line of luxury cars, it was us to a tee.
As I met Mick at the end of the aisle, I had to tilt my head back, stopping the tears that brimmed. “You look utterly breathtaking, Liebling.” He was in awe and I felt more beautiful than I ever had. “You don’t look so bad too.” “Wait, is it going to be Schumacher-Senna or Senna-Schumacher?” He furrowed his brows together, wanting to make sure his vows were correct, I chuckled. “Take a guess, Mick. The Senna name won a championship first.” We giggled with each other before the minister started his speech. All I could do was look into those beautiful blue eyes and know everything would be okay.
#mick schumacher#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher fic#f1 fanfic#formula 1 fanfic
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never thought I Would meet you
you had never been with a woman before having homophobic parents didn’t help either there snarky comments made you feel like shit like you weren’t normal it took a couple of years to comfortable with your sexuality seeing all the homophobia in the world people getting killed for liking some of the same gender hearing all the slurs and getting thrown around make you almost defend them but you stopped yourself there never gonna know about you it’s would ruin your and your mother’s reputation she takes pride in have a perfect daughter smart pretty and straight little does she know your not anything like that’s you can’t talk to her about it , it feels wrong to have a heart to heart with her she’ll tell you it’s all in your head your fine “it’s the damn phone you can’t talk your eyes off it “ with your father being out of the town most of you life you don’t get to see him too much just on holiday or school brakes your father is more homophobic then your mother he will curse under his breath if he sees a gay couple it’s fucking sucks because you love them they would love you if they knew who you love
that’s until you were out with some friends and you saw a auburn hair girl with a half up half down hairstyle she was wearing a tv girl band shirt your eyes lit up when you saw her you had butterflies in your stomach, your friend notice you staring at someone’s they look to see who it it
“ looks like someone want to get laid”
“ what no I don’t shut up “
“ it’s okay babe you deserve to dare someone “
“ but my parents are shit there not gonna let me date a woman “ you say with a pout on your face
“ that’s why I’ll have to keepit a secret we’ll help you okay girl “
“ I don’t know what if they find out there gonna kick me out I’m only 17 I need them
“ you’ll always have a place in my house love please just have fun for know come on for me “ dina says with puppy dog eyes
“ okay but I’m doing this for you “
“ yayyy your the best I love you girl “ she says as she pulling in for a hug
“ love you too Dino “
you eyes trail back to the auburn hair girl that’s going into the same coffee shop you were planing on going it’s fait you thought your already imagining your life together
“ so should we go to the coffee shop?, i heard they have great drink “ you try to be slick about it but dina sees through you
“ are you just for her “ smerk appearing on her face
“ would you believe me if I said no “ dina chuckled at this
“ not for minute your have a easy tell ,it’s kind cute “
“ what I don’t have a tell what do you mean?l”
Your cheeks are bright red and you zone out come on I know you so well by now “
“ fuck i really am a loser how will any girl like me “
“ calm down babe your a cute loser , let’s go in and just talk to get her number see were it goes you’ll do amazing I promise “
“ okay let’s go then I’m really for a ice coffee “
you walk into the cafe to see her siting alone with headphones over her ears you see she’s playing Frank ocean she’s cute and she has a amazing music taste oh she just got ten times hotter , finding a table close to hers you and dina sit and order , you order an ice coffee you feel her eyes on you your hips rolling into the seat you all did it to tease her an hour later you and dina get up to leave when you get up to pay you feel a hand on your shoulder
“ it’s okay I got this pretty girl “ she goes to swipe her card but you stop her she holders your waist to stop you “ no you don’t have you I got “ you try to insist but she doesn’t let you “ how can I every repay you ?” A date does sound so bad especially with her “ how about a date tomorrow 7 here’s my number “ she winked at you you feel your heart rate ride rise you talk her number and thanks her as she walks you look at your friend dina she’s practically jumping up and down “ you fucking did it I’m so proud of you” she pulls you in for a hug “ let’s hope I don’t fuck up the date “
A couple hours past you text ellie to let her know you got home safe
r: hii make it home thank for everything again:)
e: no problem princess you looked so good couldnt keep my eyes off you today
r: could say the same about you willams
e: has someone been stalking me ?
r: maybe you know you love babe
e: its really hot makes me want to take you on a date so bad rn
r: I’m free rn how about we meet in a cafe I can pick you
e: see you in 15 darling
#the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#tlou fic#ellie the last of us#ellie x y/n#ellie willams x reader#loser ellie#ellie x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader
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Peter Collins Lore ✨️
Thought Peter's dad ran a garage that allowed Peter access into motorsports, and supported him with him, Peter would not get along with his dad often. Peter's dad was known to be quite rude and did not approve of Peter's marriage to Louise Collins.
Peter and Louise met once at a gathering but didn't think much of it. A few years later Stirling Moss invited Peter to a party where Louise Collins was going to be and when they saw each other it was love at first sight. A week later they were married.
Louise felt like she had to be at every one of Peter's races because she worried if she was not at one he could get hurt.
Peter loved the sea and swimming, and him and Louise brought a boat called "Mipooka" which they would travel to different GP's on, other drivers like Mike Hawthorn would join them on their travels.
Peter Collins became very close to Enzo Ferrari's dying son, Dino Ferrari, and he works often visit Dino in hospital. Dino woule get Peter to go to the cinema and watch films so he could come back and recount the film to Dino.
When Dino passed away, the next race in France Peter wore a black arm band in honour of Dino. He won that race.
After Dino's death Enzo Ferrari saw Peter Collins like a son, because he appreciated Peter's friendship with Dino. He insisted Peter move into an apartment near Enzo's house and Peter would wake up at times to find Enzo in the apartment folding his clothes and making him breakfast.
It's believed that Enzo did not like it when Peter married Louise as he felt that Louise was a distraction and that Peter spent more time away from the apartment. Louise insisted this was never the case though and Enzo and his wife were always very nice.
One time Enzo got very mad at Peter when during a race he felt that Peter purposely crashed a car to not race and get home early with Mike Hawthorn. So next race Enzo took away his f1 seat and demoted him to f2. Mike Hawthorn said he would not drive if Peter couldn't drive and when Peter did extremely well in f2 to prove a point he was given his seat back again.
In 1956 Peters teammate was Fangio. Peter was in the running to become world champion that year, Brittan's first, however when he came into the pit and found that Fangio's car was broken he jumped out and gave his car to Fangio, insisting that he had more years to win the championship and it was only right for Fangio to have the car.
In 1957 when Fangio left Ferrari, Peter Collins would have been #1 driver for the team but instead he went and told Mike Hawthorn who needed a drive to contact Ferrari as there was going to be a free seat, and because Mike was more experienced he became #1 driver (though Enzo always said that there was never rankings)
In the Ferrari film, Peter Collins is featured a lot and they even recreate a famous photo of Enzo and Peter within the film.
Peter loved solving puzzles and Mike wrote in his book the day he died Peter was really happy to have solved a metal puzzle he was working on.
A woman claimed that Peter had promised to marry her when he suddenly married Louise Collins but he insisted that was not the case.
He lived in France for a while to avoid the conscription for the British army. Though Mike Hawthorn was critisied heavily for not doing it (though he had a valid reason) people seemed to forget about Peter Collins.
Peter knew about Mike Hawthorn's kidney issue and knew that Mike would not be able to race another season in F1 as he was becoming too ill, so he was likely determined to try and help Mike win the world championship even though he could have won in 1958 as well.
Peter and Louise brought a house right before he passed away, it was likely he was thinking of retiring from F1 soon.
While racing Mike and Peter would have fun constantly letting the other one pass, it was like a game to them.
He was the governor of a local school and very involved with it. Even though he didn't like school himself he felt it important to encourage children to do well.
Enzo Ferrari said he would go with Louise to the next GP race, breaking his rule of never going to the actual races. However while she went, he never turned up.
Post on lore about Mike Hawthorn and Peter Collins friendship coming soon
#oh peter#sweet sweet peter#classic f1#f1#formula one#formula 1#vintage f1#peter collins#mike hawthorn#louise collins
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jeonghan - episode
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"three, two, one, start."
"okay! let's go this!"
"come on! hurry!"
an episode of "going seventeen" was being filmed. this episode was going to consist of a scavenger hunt, but the catch was that each member of seventeen was partnered with a member of the filming crew. this episode was also featuring the point system that was created in the "don't lie" series and was continuing from a previous recording. every team also had a small camera because half of the camera crew was partnered up.
and who were you partnered with? your boyfriend, the one and only, yoon jeonghan.
"okay, we have five things to look for," you said to jeonghan, who held your hand. you looked through the list in your other hand before recognizing something, "oh! i saw this one when we were moving the equipment! come on!" you started to turn around to run off, but you couldn't move much since jeonghan didn't run with you. "babe, come on!" you said to him.
"we don't need to do anything. i have enough points," jeonghan said to you. he was clearly ready to just find a place to relax instead of playing the game.
"you're in third place, jeonghan."
"so? i have the first place prize, you," he said and started smirking at you.
"yoon jeonghan!"
"yes, my love?"
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after somehow getting jeonghan to move, you managed to get a few of the items on the scavenger list. jeonghan started getting competitive, which made your time together s lot more fun.
"over there. i see it!" jeonghan suddenly announced. both of you hurried to a light post, where a flag was tied to the post. you stepped onto the concrete lip and jeonghan held your waist while you untied the flag from its spot. "we gotta hurry back."
"okay," you replied and jumped off the ledge.
the two of you hurried to run back to where the game started at. you passed by a few teams along the way, still looking for items on their respective lists.
“hey! they have the flag!” you heard dino yell, making some of the others look at you two.
"y/n, hurry!" jeonghan yelled at you as you two ran. vernon, dk, and a staff member started chasing you but gave up half way through.
"i can't run! you know that!" you yelled at him.
"after all of these episodes, you can't keep up?" he questioned and looked back at you with a grin. he held his hand out to you, and you grabbed it despite knowing you'd slow him down a bit.
the two of you made it back but noticed that some of the guys had also just made it back.
"what place did we get?" he asked one of the crew members.
"let me check your items first," your coworker replied. you and jeonghan handed her the items and she checked all of them. "jeonghan and producer y/n...second place!" she announced to everyone.
"really?" you asked and turned around. "what about you guys?" you asked since there were more teams.
"we didn't get everything," seungkwan mentioned, "we just ran back here because of the time limit."
"we had a time limit?" jeonghan asked.
"i didn't know that," you mentioned and looked at your friend.
"y/n, you're literally a member of the production crew," your friend replied.
"listen, i think jeonghan's antics in this show have rubbed off on me," you replied while starting to walk to the others. jeonghan holds your hand as you two walk. "at least we got second," you said to him, "i think the prize is good."
"doesn't matter to me," jeonghan said to you. "got my prize right here," he said and kissed your forehead.
"yoon jeonghan! stop flirting on camera! edit the forehead kiss out!”
#sweetiesicheng#kpop#sweetiesicheng seventeen#seventeen#seventeen yoon jeonghan#seventeen jeonghan#seventeen jeonghan fanfic#seventeen x fanfic#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#seventeen fanfic#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen vocal team#seventeen vocal unit#carat#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x you#jeonghan x y/n#jeonghan fanfic#jeonghan fanfiction#jeonghan x oc#seventeen x oc#svt#svt jeonghan#svt yoon jeonghan#svt x reader#svt fanfic
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Ruben Dias - Lost in Sardinia Part 8/8
This story will have an epilogue ❤️
*Warning smut
18+
Summary - Ruben is on a getaway in Sardinia. There he meets a girl named Fiorella. She starts to wonder why Ruben won't tell her what exactly he is getting away from, or even what his real name is.
Enjoy!
Fiorella stood at the altar, her eyes brimming with tears of joy as she watched, Chiara exchange vows with the love of her life. The sun bathed the farm wedding in a warm golden light, adding an ethereal glow to the already beautiful scenery. As Fiorella stood beside the radiant bride, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness in her heart. Ruben, was unable to attend the ceremony due to an important meeting with his lawyers. Fiorella understood the demands that was on him during this hectic time, but she couldn't shake off the disappointment of not having him there.
Despite her longing, Fiorella gracefully fulfilled her bridesmaid duties, managing to put on a smile every time the camera captured her. She laughed along with the other bridesmaids, enthusiastically arranging Chiara's dress and making sure every detail was perfect. But deep down, her heart ached for Ruben's absence.
"I need a bottle of wine." Sophia sighed. She had also cleaned up her act and done her best to fulfill her bridesmaids duties at Chiara's wedding.
"Sis, you joining me?"
"No you go ahead." Fiorella said. Although the offer was tempting they still had a whole reception to get through.
The ceremony concluded, and the newlyweds greeted their guests with cheerful smiles. Fiorella moved through the reception, mingling with relatives and friends, pretending everything was alright. But her eyes searched for Ruben, secretly hoping he would appear, even though he had promised to arrive only after his meeting.
As the night progressed, laughter and music filled the barn where the reception was held. Fiorella joined the guests on the dance floor, twirling and swaying to the rhythm, momentarily forgetting her sadness. The joyous atmosphere enveloped her, momentarily lifting her spirits. Suddenly, a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "Mind if I cut in?" Fiorella turned around, surprised to see Ruben standing there, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. Her heart leaped with joy as she found herself wrapped in his arms.
"I'm sorry I'm late. The meeting went on the whole day. " Ruben confessed, his voice filled with tenderness. "Hopefully my gift to your sister and her husband will make up for my absences."
Fiorella smiled, coming up and out from Ruben's embrace. "If it's not season tickets to your football games next season, I don't think their easily that forgiving."
Ruben's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Ruben?" Fiorella gasped. "You didn't?"
He leaned in and whispered, "But I did."
Fiorella returned to hug him, wrapping her arms around his large stem. She was aware that their days together were counted, that Ruben would have to return to England, perhaps sooner than later.
"You look so beautiful." He spoke against her hair.
Fiorella clung to him, feeling a renewed surge of happiness. Forgotten were the moments of longing and sadness as they danced the night away, their bodies moving effortlessly in perfect unison. They laughed, whispered sweet nothings, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. There was alot of attention surrounding them, Nonna did not hesitate to fill in anyone who wished to know who her granddaughter's mystery man was.
"They're getting married next June." She said. "I am already planning the whole thing."
Time lost all meaning as Fiorella and Ruben laughed and danced the night away. It didn't matter that Ruben hadn't been there for the ceremony because now, in this moment, they were together, celebrating love and happiness. The night ended with Ruben having to help carry Dino to bed. He had clung onto Ruben's leg on the dancfloor, trying to get him away from his big sister so that the two of them could dance instead.
"There." Ruben said, dropping Dino of his shoulder and onto his bed.
Fiorella tucked him in. "He really likes you, I can tell. My whole family likes you."
Ruben smiled and offered Fiorella his hand. They returned downstairs where the wedding ceremony had officially ended. Nonna who had been clearing tables walked towards them. She was followed by Pluto, who eagerly ran ahead, jumping towards Fiorella.
"He's still got some spunk in him. Won't you and Ruben take him for a walk? Ware him out."
"Sure Nonna, we can do that."
They walked along the country road. The sun was down but it's heat still lingered in the air.
"Tell me somthing?" Fiorella said. She and Ruben were walking hand in hand, with Pluto waving his tale as he walked ahead of them.
"Tell you what?"
She shrugged. "Somthing you haven't told anyone before."
Ruben's eyebrows furrowed... "Like a secret?"
"Could be?"
Ruben looked to ponder the question, thoughts going through his mind. "I used to believed in the tooth fairy."
Fiorella chuckled at his lame confession. "Everyone used to believe in the tooth fairy Ruben."
He shook his head. "Not like me. I used to believe, believe. "
"Oh."
"I even wrote him a letter once."
"Him?" She frowned. "Ruben the tooth fairy is not a guy."
"I know that...now." He laughed. "But when I was young my parents told me that the tooth fairy was a guy that came from Brazil, donating childrens teeth to the mouths of famous football players."
"Um...what?"
"It gets worse. I even wrote him a letter once."
"The tooth fairy, man, guy?"
Ruben nodded. "I put a stamp on it and everything and told my parents to post it for me. Surely they didn't, they probably laughed at how faithful I was to my beliefs. The very next day after I'd lost a tooth, an envelope with money would be under my pillow, the attaching letter signed with a thank you note from the football player who had received my tooth."
Silence lingered as Fiorella tried to process everything that had been said. She had not expected Ruben to tell her something that absurd, but it was wonderful, imagining Ruben to have been such a sweet and naive child.
"What about you?" He squeezed her hand. "Tell me somthing not many people know about you."
"Well..." She looked ahead of them, to where Pluto was moving in the distance. "I once tried to sell my dog for a bag of chips."
"You what?" Ruben's eyes widened in suprise, however, after his confession, he had no right to judge her.
"I was a child and had just gotten Pluto who was a handful as a puppy. You can judge me all you want but I really wanted a bag of chips that day."
There was silence followed by laughter, heartwarming laughter from the two of them. They laughed all the way to the docks. It's where Pluto had led them, down to the water not too far from Ruben's boat.
"He wants to go for a swim." Fiorella stepped out of her shoes. She untied the ribbon around her waist, followed by draping her dress down her shoulders.
"Fiorella?" Ruben stopped, not approaching her any further. He watched Fiorella step out of her dress, wearing only her lingerie.
"Come." She offered him her hand. "I know it's late but the water is at best at this hour."
He looked skeptical, still he undid his tie with one hand, stretching for Fiorella with the other. She waited for him to undress. The two then waded into the lukewarm water, with Pluto swimming ahead of them.
"See, it's nice." Fiorella said, hearing Ruben let out a satisfied groan as he soaked his body in the shallow water. He pulled Fiorella towards her, hooking an arm around her waist. She ended up wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Ruben carried her further out into the water, where only he could stand.
"If you let go you'll drown." He joked.
Fiorella looked deep into his eyes. "Than I won't let go."
He leand in to brush his lips against hers, but only to brush. He was indicating that he wanted to kiss her, but what happened next was up to her.
Fiorella's lips parted. A very inviting gesture for Ruben to complete his desires. He kissed her softly, his tounge caressing her gently.
"Take it off." She moaned against his skin.
Ruben's fingers were getting tangled up in the straps of Fiorella's bra.
"You know, there's a better place to do this." He said, feeling how his growing erection put pressure against her stomach.
Fiorella pulled away from their kiss, her gaze conflicted.
"What?" Ruben worried.
She shook her head. "I'm not going back to your boat."
"Fiorella I wasn't..." His grip around her loosened as it dawned on him, what she was implying. "I wasn't gonna ask you to." His said, with a very cautious expression
"No?"
He shook his head. "Like I said, I don't live there. I have an apartment."
Ruben's apartments was bigger than Fiorella's, Sophia's and Dino's room combined. It must have cost him a fortune, she thought. A fortune he could afford of course.
"My room is this way." He said leading her through the dark apartment. Soft snores could be heard in the distance. It was probably Ruben's friend that he had staying with him. Ruben and Fiorella moved in silence, trying not to wake him.
"I can lend you a shirt if you need anything to wear." Ruben went through his closet.
"It's okay." Fiorella undid the ribbon to her dress again, draping the laces over her shoulder, letting the fabric drop to the floor.
Ruben stopped and stared as she stood before him, half naked. "Fiorella, we don't have to do anything, we could just sleep, we should just sleep." He went around the bed, undoing the covers.
"I know Ruben. I know that whatever I say goes. I trust you."
Ruben raised his head, his expression attentive. "Fiorella, are you sure?"
She nodded. "I've never been more sure."
He was skeptical but Fiorella was already inviting him to lay down with her on the bed. Ruben surrendered, joining her under the covers.
Wet kisses and groping hands, Fiorella was surley leading the way as far as she could. Ruben only took over when she began tugging at the hem of his boxers, wanting for them to come off.
"You sure?" Ruben had her pinned to the matress.
"I'm ready Ruben, I'm so wet for you."
"Fiorella I..."
"I'm sure Ruben, I want you inside me, now."
He shifted to lay between her legs, spreading her thighs between his hands. Although she claimed to be ready for him Ruben took his time with her, making sure she was tender and pliant for him.
"Fuck." She gasped as Ruben dipped his face between her thighs, licking across where it ached the most. He made sure to lick her clean, not stopping until her back arched with her orgasmic release.
"Oh, Ruben." She sighed . Stretching for him to lay on top of her. He did so, bringing his cock out of his boxers, adjusting to slide it in between her folds.
Fiorella gasped with the first thrusts, but quickly adjusted, the sensation becoming more soothing with every stroke of Ruben's size. Her arms cradled around his neck, clinging onto to Ruben, trapping him to stay inside of her.
"Fiorella I'm gonna..."
His final strokes were hard but sloppy. There was no need to pull out, he was protected, allowing his orgasm to rise and fall whilst his cock still resting inside of her. Once his erection dawned Ruben shifted to lay beside Fiorella, the two of them catching their breaths.
"Tell me somthing more." He said.
"More?" She turned to face him, pulling the covers to her chin.
"Tell me somthing else that no one knows about you....."
Fiorella and Ruben would go on all night, sharing things about themselves that nobody knew. There would kisses and groping hands in between, followed by more deep talks about themselves.
Eventually night became day and days became weeks. Fiorella had the right to believe that her and Ruben's days were counted, because it was sooner rather than later that he returned to England, leaving Fiorella behind.
Ruben would go on winning his case against his club, allowing him to participate in training again just ahead of the new season. As for Fiorella, she decided to give nursing school a second chance. Most of the tourist had left Sardinia so it was back to normal labor for the majority of the population. Chiara was right, nursing school was a perfect opportunity for Fiorella not to get stuck on the family farm with Nonna and all the sheep. It was also the only thing that could distract Fiorella from her loss. School took up so much of her time that she almost forgot that her heart belonged elsewhere.
Lost in Sardinia was the perfect way to describe it. For the first time in her young life Fiorella felt an ache in her heart, a painful unease. Home is where your heart is, she had never understood that expression until now, she had never understood that expression until her home left to play football in England, leaving her behind.
The End
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Way of the Dino: Ha//zbin Ho/tel
Had an idea for a cute snippet so here's a short fic of Va/gg/ie comforting a sick Char/lie at the beginning of their relationship with Char/lie being a bit of a dramatic crybaby <3
Fic is under the cut, hope you enjoy!
Word count: 774
Vaggie had been living with the Princess of Hell- and dating her- for about six or seven months, and things had been going pretty well. The two had spent that time repairing and making plans for the old hotel that Charlie was repurposing for her massive passion project.
However, one morning after months of sleeping in a drafty building and interacting with Hell’s public to advertise the upcoming hotel opening, Charlie woke up feeling out-of-sorts.
That out-of-sorts feeling quickly spiraled into a full blown cold, something that the princess seemed wholly unfamiliar with.
Vaggie being equally as unfamiliar with any illness outside of wound infections wasn’t helpful either, but the two got by with the notes from the Morningstar family’s doctor and some of the information Charlie had gleaned from her collection of anthropology books.
One afternoon, while making Charlie a mug of tea with honey- honey that was rationed out from fast food restaurant honey packets- Vaggie could hear her girlfriend’s quiet sobs from the other room.
“Charlie? You okay?” Vaggie asked, setting down the mug of tea on the coffee table and kneeling down next to the sofa where Charlie had been sleeping.
“E-Eh’kttssHhuhh! Eh’kSshhuh! E-eh’Ktsshhuu!” Charlie sneezed, wiping off her nostrils with a tissue and swiping at her tears with the heel of her palm, “I’m sorry, Vaggie, I was reading and now I’m- Eh’ktsSshhuu!- now I’m scared.”
“Scared? Of what?” Vaggie asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I was reading this human world book about colds- E-ehh’kshhew!- and one of the chapters says that a dinosaur on Earth died because her throat was too sore for her to eat anything,” Charlie said, choking back sobs as tears ran down her flushed face, “I wasn’t scared at first but then I swallowed and my throat really hurts and I don’t wanna die!”
Vaggie blinked, her heart bleeding at Charlie’s precious tears, but her brain struggling to hold it together and keep from laughing.
“Charlie… you’re not a dinosaur, you don’t have tiny arms and you don’t have to choke down live prey, you can have tea, and soup, and cough drops to keep you nourished until your cold goes away,” Vaggie explained calmly, stroking Charlie’s scalp to get her to relax, “And anyways… even if you did have tiny arms and couldn’t make those yourself, you have me, I’d help you.”
Charlie sniffled deeply, wiping her tears and leaning against Vaggie’s chest, “You’re so sweet- snff!- thank you for making sure I don’t die. E-eih’Kttsshew! ‘Scuse me,” she said, wiping her runny nose with another tissue.
“Of course, I like taking care of you, I promise you won’t die, even if I have to fight your cold hand-to-hand myself,” Vaggie whispered, kissing Charlie’s cheek.
Charlie sniffled, tears streaming down her face once again, “You’re so nice to meee, I dunno what I did to deserve you- snff!” she said, her voice wavering and cracking from both the avalanche of raw emotion and her hoarse throat.
“You saved me… you’re lovely, being there for you and supporting you when you need me is the least I can do,” Vaggie said, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Vaggie,” Charlie replied, reaching for her cup of tea and taking a few slow sips, smiling when the hot liquid cascaded down her raw throat, “Mmm, that feels much better. Thanks, Vaggie.”
“Don’t mention it, gotta keep my promise and save you from ending up like that dinosaur,” Vaggie laughed, rubbing Charlie’s back as she continued to sip on her tea.
Charlie chuckled, only to pause for a moment, “You know what I just remembered?”
“What?”
“I’m immortal- snff! E-ehh’TshshhIEW!”
“Yeahh… I was going to remind you but I figured it’d kill the mood,” Vaggie said, “Still, I can’t imagine starving because your throat is too sore to swallow would feel very nice, even if it didn’t kill you.”
“That’s true- Snff! H-hehh…He-EH’TtSshhiew!- thank you for not making fun of me while I was confused about that,” Charlie said sheepishly, finger-combing her hair with her free hand.
“Of course,” Vaggie replied with a reassuring smile, “I would never make fun of you for that, you’re vulnerable and not feeling well, so you got confused. It’s totally understandable.”
Charlie snickered, blowing her nose into a handful of tissues before facing Vaggie again, “Well yeah- Snff SnFF!- but it probably still looked really stupid, right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Vaggie looked away for a moment, before reluctantly replying with a giggling “Yeah…” and kissing Charlie’s cheek again as the two laughed for what felt like forever, their warmth and chemistry serving as a pleasant distraction from Charlie’s misery.
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luv | lee chan (dino)
summary: your bestfriend is planning is valentine’s confession and you’re there to support him like the good bestfriend you are, only you wish that confession was for you.
genre: fluff
wc: 1.6k (1630)
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February, the second month of the year. To northern hemisphere its the last month of winter, but to the southern hemisphere it’s the beginning of spring. But to everyone its known as the month of love as much as its known as the month with 28 days (and 29 on leap years!).
You didn’t like February. There was a certain holiday on the 14th you hated with a passion. Maybe its because you had no one to spend it with or maybe you were just jealous of all the couples who got to enjoyed the day with the lovers. You know what thats besides the point you just hated Valentine’s Day.
Maybe it was worse since you’ve been pining over a boy. A boy you met a very long time ago. Your bestfriend for years. Yes you had a crush on your bestfriend. Yes you had a crush on Lee Chan, but these feelings never ended well.
Luckily for you he’s never had a girlfriend yet! But he’s got this annoying crush he annoys you with everyday.
“Chan, you can’t mope around over some girl you won’t even tell me the name of and tell me that she doesn’t like you back.” You comforted.
“But it’s Valentine’s Day in two days, I was thinking about confessing to her tomorrow.” He admitted.
You sighed, to be honest it hurts to hear. But I thought it would hurt to see him sad and you having to comfort him all over again.
“When do you see her?” You asked. “I’ll help you confess,”
His eyes lit up at your words. “Really!!”
He jumped up excitedly, “Well I was planning to meet when school ended” He began telling you his plan on how he was gonna confess to his crush. “We would go somewhere special. There’s this place I found a few months ago and I’ve always wanted to take someone there,”
He was like a happy child talking about his primary school wife, talking on and on about how he would want his confession to be like if it went well.
Apart of you wanted the mystery girl to reject him but as much as you liked him you were much happier making him happier.
He had taken you to the shops straight after that conversation. It was 5pm so Chan was lucky that it was a Thursday and the shops open late that day.
You and Chan walked around the shops going into different isles looking for things to confess with.
You saw your favourite chocolate and reached out for it. “Oh that chocolate is perfect! Thats her favourite too,” He grabbed it from your hand and put it into his basket.
“I was actually gonna buy it for myself,” You took another from the shelf but Chan also took that from your hand too.
“I’ll buy it for you,” He offered. Slightly annoyed from him taking the chocolate bar off of you instantly forgot about that when he decided he was gonna buy you one.
The both of you walked around going to different shops having fun. You guys entered the bookstore as you decided to check if a book you wanted was in stock.
“I know were here to help you confess but i’ll be quick!” You dragged Chan into the store. Walking to the section where the book you wanted would be you found the book you wanted for such a long time.
“Aw, it’s $50.” You sighed looking at the price of the book.
“That’s an awfully expensive book,” He commented. “Who would pay that much for a book.”
“I would but I’m saving up so I guess I can’t.” You frowned a bit.
You exited the store with Chan following behind you. You said it was gonna be a quick visit so you weren’t that bummed out. If you were able to stay in there as long as you wanted you would started sulking about it and buying it if you or Chan didn’t walk out of that store.
Chan had bought the last part of his confession needs so the shopping trip was coming to an end soon.
While the both of you were walking to the food court you passed by a shop the both of you loved, “Hey, I think they restocked their albums today!” Chan dragged you into the shop.
Being in the shop made you feel super poor to be honest. You were surrounded by $40-$200 albums and only had $50 on your card.
“They restocked the Apink albums.” You flicked through the albums in the Apink section. “They restocked Pink Luv,”
Pink Luv was the the only Apink album you didn’t have yet. So you desperately wanted it.
“Are you gonna buy it?”
“Its $51,” It was only a dollar more of what you had. “And I only have $50.” You sighed.
“I’m sure it’ll still be here when your payday rolls around.”
“I sure hope so,”
“Let’s get out of here and eat now,” He took you to the food court to finally get some food which was basically your dinner since it was so late.
“I hope you won’t mind if I took your Pink Luv album to complete my set.” You joked around.
“Well I hope you don’t mind me taking your signed Pink Blossoms album.”
“You wouldn’t,” You fake gasped.
“Oh I would,” He grinned stuffing the noodles he bought because they were $7 and it was happy hour into his mouth.
“You know, I’m still worried she might reject me,” He confessed.
“If she does it’s a good thing because you didn’t waste too much money,” You continued noticing his sad expression, “But all jokes aside Channie, I doubt she would reject you, you would be the perfect boyfriend.”
“Your nice, funny and an amazing dancer, a very considerate person and who would reject a guy like that, but your not that smart so,” You giggled at the last sentence.
“Thanks Y/N,” he smiled at you. It made your heart melt as much as it hurt knowing that smile was thinking about the girl he would yearn over.
“If your done with that I could drive you home,” He offered.
“I’m done now I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we leave.” You walked off to the bathroom. Nothing interesting happened but when you got home your heart started aching realising you basically just bought dating equipment for the man you’ve had a crush on for years.
It kept you up a little a night thinking of this realisation. At the end of the day you’ll be alright as long as hes happy.
The day of his confession rolled around and it was also the day before Valentine’s Day and you still had no one to spend it with.
By now he already confessed and you were just stuck at home. You didn’t cry over it, because even if you confessed his heart belonged to that girl.
It was around 6pm when Chan messaged you. ‘Y/N could you do me a favour?’ He asked.
‘Yea, ofc’ You replied. ‘okay i’ll pick you up in 10 get ready’
‘oh i forgot to tell u i need you to be there the entire night’ he messaged you again.
When you were done getting ready you grabbed a bag that was empty and told you parents that you were gonna have a girl’s sleepover for Valentine’s Day and that you were headed off to Minju’s house. Your parents let you go since it was a Friday.
Chan had picked you up and lead you into a forest. It was a very beautiful forest. It was also a very long walk there. “Why are we so deep into here? Did you murder her?” You asked. “No of course not!”
Eventually the both of you got there, there was fairy lights everywhere and it looks like it had been set up for a date.
“Sit down at the table here.” You complied and sat down at the oddly fancy table.
“Look under you’re table.” He told you.
You grabbed a bag that was under the table. You placed it on the table and looked inside.
“The Pink Luv album and the book!” You exclaimed. “And the chocolate too!”
“It’s all for you,” He told you. “I like you,” It took you a few minutes to register what happened.
“How did you get all this stuff?” You asked.
“It was really stressful, after I dropped you off I drove back and bought everything you wanted.”
After all this time thinking he didn’t like you back, you just started crying. “Woah woah, Y/N. What’s wrong?” You thought he liked some random girl for the past few years but it’s always been you.
“I like you too,” You wiped away your tears. “Then why are you crying?” He asked.
“I’ve liked you for years and I thought you liked someone else.” You confessed.
“If I liked someone else I’d probably tell you their name.” He laughed it off.
“Cmon, get up I didn’t plan this picnic for you to cry over it. Let’s dance.” He grabbed your hand and started playing music.
“LUV by Apink,” You noticed the song that was playing.
“You’re favourite song,” He leaned in and kissed you.
“It’s not even Valentine’s Day yet,”
“It is, it just passed a minute ago.” He held up your phone. “Oh you’re timing is really good.”
“I think I deserve a kiss for that-” You kissed him before he could finished his sentence.
Turns out this year you did have a Valentine and it’s the boy you’ve been pining over for year lucky you! Maybe you do like Valentine’s Day.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Chan leaned in and stole another kiss from you.
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