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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, blood/injuries

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CH 3 ~ LAKE HAVEN (2.1k)

The bell by the door rings, signaling somebody entering the store and you put your phone down. An elderly lady is walking around looking at the different displays you have out to buy, most of which were created out of boredom between client orders. She's looking at a bouquet of pink and purple roses wrapped tightly in a white lace. You made that two days ago for a baby shower but made one too many, putting the extra out this morning after the order was picked up. The woman picks up the bouquet and smiles wide, looking up at you from where she's standing away from the counter.

"These are beautiful," she says, her voice frail.

"Thank you," you say, standing up straight. Compliments always give you a boost of confidence. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Flowers for my daughter's wedding, it's tomorrow and her florist fell through," she shakes her head, bringing the flowers to the front. "Oh, she's been waiting for this day ever since she was a little girl. I'm glad I get to see her married before... well, she's my last grandchild to be wed, you see."

"Exciting! You must be a pretty great grandmother coming here to get her new flowers," you smile. "Normally we don't do this, but I can make a personal arrangement if you'd like and have it done to be picked up by tonight-"

"No, no, dear," she declines. "These will be just perfect."

They're a bit wilted at the edges, but you don't argue with her. Instead, you ring up the price and let her pay. When her card payment doesn't go through for the third time, you offer to pay for her.

"I don't know why it's not working," she sighs. "Can you read the date for me? It shouldn't expire for another month..."

"Of course," you take the card from her and your face pales. "U-um, ma'am, this has been expired for four years."

"Four years?" The woman shakes her head. "That's... that's..."

When you look up from the card, you barely hold in a gasp at the change in the woman's appearance. The entire right side of her face is skeletal, and the flesh still on her bones is rotted and sunken in. She reaches out with a shaky hand and takes her card back from you, your fingers brushing and you're temporarily blinded. You find yourself looking up at her from behind the counter, your vision blurry. When did you hit the floor?

"Oh, dear," the woman joins you behind the counter, a hand snaking up your neck and jaw. "I-I never saw my granddaughter's wedding. What a shame..."

A wave of dizziness hits you, your sight blurring as her other hand comes up onto the other side of your face. Her hands travel up and into your hair, smoothing it down and away from your face. The way she's touching you is gentle, but dangerous. You can feel your heartbeat slowing and your breaths getting lighter and lighter the longer her skin is making contact with yours. Eyelids fluttering shut, you let the woman take your head into her lap, shushing you, reassuring you maybe, but you can't make out her words any longer. Her ghostly touch feels more solid by the second.

Right as you're about to let sleep take you, she's being ripped off of you and your head hits the ground, but it doesn't register. You hear shouting, open your eyes to see two shapes arguing, one keeping the other away from your body. Slowly, you can feel yourself regaining enough strength to sit up against the wall. Placing your head in your hands, you groan at the sharp pain radiating from your temples to the back of your skull.

"Are you okay?" You recognize Jeongin's voice. "Y/n, answer me."

"S-sure," you exhale, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. What the fuck was that?"

"Like I said, other spirits are catching on, even ones who dont know they're dead yet," Jeongin begins to explain. "Now that they know you can communicate with us, they're not going to stop trying to get to you."

"But why?" You shake your head.

"Energy- they want it, crave it," he sits with his back against the counter across from you. "Didn't you feel it?"

"Is that what that was?" He nods. "Oh... what about you?"

"Some of us are less desperate. Some just want to finish what they're here for, whatever that may be." He shrugs. "Enough about that. Have you learned anything else?" When you don't answer, he sighs. "You literally have one job."

Your head jumps up at this and you're about to tell him your one job is the flower shop, not helping him, but you see he's looking away from you trying not to laugh. Unable to hold back, a small giggle leaves your lips and his eyes find yours. Soon, you're both laughing and you don't even notice the way your headache has disappeared. All you can focus on is the sound of him, the way his eyes turn into crescent moons as his smile grows wider and wider. If he weren't dead, you'd take this opportunity to ask him out. What?

"I'll have you know I did try contacting a private investigator, but he hasn't been much help," you admit and show him the texts.

"He seems enthusiastic about this," Jeongin teases and you roll your eyes. "I might have something, not sure if it's helpful yet though. There's this lake outside of the city-"

"Lake Haven?" You ask and he nods, opening his mouth. "I used to go there all the time as a kid! I haven't been back in years."

"Eager to go back at all?" He asks. "Cause I think there's something out there, but like everything else, it's blank. It might be similar to the playground. Going there might unlock something?"

"It's worth a shot," you say with a shrug.

An hour goes by and you're pulling into a narrow dirt road leading to a slew of private cottages. Jeongin points to one that looks as dead as him, and you turn into the driveway. It's an older house with a sign on the door indicating it's closed for upcoming renovations, but there don't seem to be any workers at the moment. Hesitantly, you open your car door and make your way to the front of the house.

It's small and simple compared to the rest of the cottages, dust greeting you as you open the creaky door. Jeongin moves past you and takes in your surroundings, taking a deep breath and you watch his shoulders untense. If he's remembering anything already, he's not sharing, but watching him tells you enough. There's a direct pathway to glass double doors on the other side and he stops, fingers trailing over the kitchen island next to him. When his hand stops, you notice a chunk of faux marble missing from the edge. Jeongin's smile falters slightly, removing his hand and examining the broken island.

"I remember this- this is from a party Hyunjin threw here without his dad knowing," Jeongin places a hand on each side of the marble and closes his eyes, hanging his head between his arms. "Stupid."

"Is that why we're here?" You ask, hand hovering above his shoulder. Before you can touch him, he moves away.

"No," Jeongin opens the back door. "No, it's not. Out here, ladies first."

You roll your eyes and suppress a smile as you walk through the exit. The doors open up to a small yard with a path leading down to the shore, a wooden dock waiting at the end with a dirty boat for fishing. Two rods are sitting on the seat with a tackle box by the nose, a splash of what looks like red paint on the top handle. There are a few chairs folded up and leaning against the porch you just walked off of, Jeongin grabbing two of them for you to sit on.

Quiet; it's quiet out here at the lake. You don't recognize this part and assume you must have stayed on the other side. This area is more secluded, trees and bushes lining the edges of the water with only small rocky shores peaking out for people to park their boats and get in the water. A bird sings somewhere to your far left, and as you turn your head you catch a glimpse of a boy standing on the bottom step of the porch, causing you to jump. Fists clenching with anxiety, you recognize the blonde boy- Hyunjin. He's got orange swim shorts on and a loose white tank top, dark roots starting to show on his scalp. His expression is hard to read, somehow blank and full of emotion, but it quickly changes as another boy comes bounding down the steps and down the dock, a smile that reaches his eyes forming.

Hyunjin is jogging down the sandy path between wooden structures, grabbing the wrist of the other boy who you see is Jeongin. Time has passed since the last memory; they're almost fully grown here, probably older teenagers. Jeongin is pulling his wrist away, but he's laughing, and so is Hyunjin as he forces the boy closer to him. He's locked his arms around Jeongin tightly, swaying them side to side as the younger one tries to escape his grip. You catch a glimpse of the mischievous look on Jeongin's face right before he throws them both over the edge of the dock and into the water, successfully breaking away from his captor.

"This is the day I got my first car," present-day Jeongin leans over to whisper in your ear, a small shiver going down your spine. "I wasn't supposed to drive this far, but Hyunjin suggested coming out here to celebrate since it would be empty this time of year. The water-"

"Jeongin!" Hyunjin screams, jumping back onto the dock. "It's freezing!"

"-was very cold." You laugh as Jeongin finishes his sentence with a breathy laugh to match yours.

"Come back or I'll pull you back in!" Younger Jeongin shouts, moving to float on his back.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't sound so sure about that," Jeongin floats closer to the dock, hand outstretched to wrap slender fingers around Hyunjin's ankle. "Test me."

Hyunjin replies by kicking water at him, which turns out to be a huge mistake. No hesitation, he's not so gently yanked into the lake, coming up with a gasp. After a moment of silence and a look of pure betrayal on Hyunjin's face, Jeongin splashes him again. This time, Hyunjin is prepared and swims out of the way. They continue to splash and fight and swim, laughter bubbling up through the air, and you find yourself unable to keep the smile off your face as you watch this moment of happiness between friends.

Looking over at Jeongin, you see a sad smile on his face. His eyes are focused on the two of them, and you can't help but wonder what's going on in his head. He must miss Hyunjin like crazy, and Hyunjin must miss him as well.

"We could tell him," you say softly, Jeongin's attention turning to you.

Up close, you notice details you haven't before; the sharpness of his cheekbones, his plump lips. He's very beautiful, he would have killed it in the world of acting.

"Tell him what? That you're talking to his dead best friend?" Jeongin shakes his head. "No way. You're out of your mind."

"Yeah but-" you cut yourself off.

Back out in the water, the boys are gone, but there's someone out there. It's hard to see from this distance, but you think you can see a man standing upright in a boat holding something sharp in his hand. You can feel Jeongin tense beside you, and you're not feeling any more comfortable. The man holds the object up to his throat, making eye contact with you the whole time as he slides it across his skin, red washing down under his shirt. You can't tear your eyes away as he collapses over the edge, disappearing under the water. The boat floats eerily by itself, a weird feeling washing over you.

"Who was that?" You ask, finally pulling your eyes back to Jeongin. "He seemed... like he knew us."

"I don't know," Jeongin replies.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, no ideas of who it could be. All you knew is that he was a ghost too, showing you how he died. There's a buzz in your pocket-

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embrosegraves · 6 months

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𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

2233 words (request) Daniel Ricciardo x Reader based incredibly loosely on Moonlight by Ariana Grande (I tried lmao) Childhood Friends-to-Lovers "Are they dating or not?"

Warnings: Mentions of Jules Bianchi, platonic use of pet names, partial smau, grammar mistakes

To give a bit of context, you and Daniel had pretty much known each other since you were both in nappies. Every typical experience people had growing up, you experienced with each other. So for you guys, being platonically romantic with each other was normal. He called you Darl, and you called him Babes. That’s just how it was with you two.

Apparently, that wasn’t obvious to the people around you.

Everyone thought you guys were the classic Childhood Sweethearts trope. Everyone you encountered thought you were dating but had yet to announce it. And why wouldn’t they think that? It was obvious that’s what was going on right?

It’s not like they saw how you could cheer Daniel up with just a hug and a kiss to his forehead after a bad race. How whenever Daniel had placed within the top 5, the first person he ran to was you, just so he could pick you up and spin you around. You followed Daniel to every race, literally every single race, even if he wasn’t driving. You were almost always right next to him, the exception being when his mother was also at the race and you would be seen with her.

Even the other drivers were convinced you were dating. Max and Lando were always talking to each other about how they thought it was a little cute how long you guys were being secret about it, even though it was obvious to everyone. They never would’ve thought that they had the wrong idea about it the whole time. How could they when they saw Daniel get you a bouquet of Gladiolus and Aster flowers and a box of Favourites chocolate every year for your birthday.

Lando had brought it up to him later that night when you were all out celebrating.

“Mate, why the box of Favourites?” He asked him. “And why not get her roses?”

Daniel just smiled his winning smile and said to him, “She likes being able to have different chocolates without buying ten different boxes, and she hates that roses are everyone’s first thought for flowers.”

Before Lando could continue his questions, you came up to them stumbling and giddy.

“Babes! They’re playing our song, come on!” You had grabbed Daniel's arm and began trying to drag him to the dance floor.

“Lead the way, Darl!” And he let himself be whisked away.

-~-

The next person to try and subtly get you to confess you were dating was actually Charles. He had known you both for a while, considering that Daniel had raced with his godfather, Jules.

“So how long has Daniel been doing that for you?” He asked. The thing in question was Daniel braiding your hair so it was out of your face. Daniel had been on his way to his media duties when he noticed that you were constantly blowing bits of hair out of your face. Charles had just finished his own duties when he saw Daniel finish off the braid and tie it with the hair lucky he always kept on his wrist. When Charles had started to approach you both, he saw Daniel give you a quick kiss to the cheek before going to do his duties.

You looked up from the email you were reading on your phone and looked at him, thinking about when exactly he had started braiding your hair for you.

“I believe he learnt how just before exams got really tough in high school. So probably since we were around 16? Maybe 17?” You scratched the back of your neck as you spoke. “How come?”

“Just seemed very domestic. Like he’d been doing it all his life.” Charles shrugged. He was trying his best to be nonchalant about the new bit of evidence he could add to why you were already dating.

You had laughed and thrown your head back. You made some offhand comment about how true it was because you and Daniel were getting so old before you each said goodbye and went your separate ways.

-~-

Daniel would never admit to anyone but himself that he loved you in more ways than you probably thought he did. He had admitted it to himself when you were both fresh out of high school. But he wasn’t sure if you also thought in the same way about him. So he acknowledged his own feelings but promised that he would never act on them unless he got cold hard confirmation from you.

However his resolve was wearing thinner and thinner the longer he spent time alone with you.

It was a calm night. One that had you and Daniel on the couch bundled up in a mountain of blankets and a plethora of snacks and cool drink in front of you. You loved the nights you spent with Daniel.

The credits rolled for the movie you had just finished watching. You had fallen asleep just as the movie had ended so Daniel wasn’t worried about you complaining about missing the end of it like you usually did. He gently removed himself from the mound of blankets and set about tidying up the mess around you before carefully lifting you and placing you on the bed in his guest room.

Making sure that you were comfortable, he paused in the doorway. He loved how calm and secure you looked. Like there was nothing in the world that could possibly make you feel uneasy.

These were the moments that he whispered to the world just how much he loved you. Hoping that one day, he wouldn’t have to whisper and that instead he could yell it from the top of his lungs.

-~-

You took a bit longer to realise that Daniel was the one for you. You had already come to terms that wherever you ended up in life, Daniel would be right next to you throughout it all. You had known that ever since you were little.

It took you until your mutual friend Jules, had spoken to you about Daniel.

“So when will you tell him?”

You were confused. Who was Jules talking about? And what were you supposed to tell him? “Who?”

“Daniel.” was the only answer she got from the Frenchman. This made you more confused.

“What do I need to tell Dan? I’ve already told him everything important.”

He had the gall to laugh at you. “When are you going to tell him that you love him? It is obvious he loves you.”

Everything he said added more and more to your confusion. What did he mean you needed to tell Daniel that you loved him? You always told him that. You and Daniel had been telling each other ‘I love you’ since you were little children. It was just something the two of you did as best friends.

Taking pity on you and how clueless you seemed to be, Jules told you all about how he had noticed that you and Daniel did things to and for each other that people don’t ever do for someone that you claimed as your ‘best friend’.

How a best friend wouldn’t be constantly worried about you catching a cold when it was barely sprinkling with rain. How a best friend would not let you cut his hair and tell people it’s because he trusts you the most. Jules told you that a best friend wouldn’t normally plan a fancy, private, and most importantly, romantic dinner for your birthday.

And then he told you about things that a lover would do for their special person. How a lover would hoist you over his shoulder and walk around for everyone to see how in love he was with you. A lover would give him a hug from behind, your arms over his shoulders, whispering reassurances and comforts in his ear while giving him the occasional kiss to the temple.

A lover would do anything and everything that you and Daniel did for each other.

Hearing it from an outside party made you realise that you had been in love with Daniel for years. Thinking back on it, you had begun to fall in love with him when his career had started taking off. Of course you loved him before that, ever since you had met him, but that was when you found yourself in love with him.

Jules could see the realisation dawning on your face. He smiled and patted your back, wishing you luck before walking off to find his family.

-~-

You, Daniel and almost all of the other drivers were sitting around the backyard of Daniel’s Monaco home, playing around and watching the sunset.

It had been years since you had that fateful chat with Jules. Everytime you thought of it, you had an indescribable urge to just lay everything out for Daniel to see. Looking over at where Daniel was, you saw him laughing at something. Lando had probably spit out his drink again. He never learnt that he could stand the taste of a mojito.

You felt the wind breeze through your hair. You could just tell that it was Jules trying to encourage you. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath. Giving yourself a quick pep talk, you got up and walked towards Daniel.

“Could I quickly steal away from you guys? Won’t take long I promise.” You said once you got there. Receiving the OK from the others, you guided Daniel to a more secluded part of his backyard. There was an area that was sectioned off by some bushes he’d had planted when you told him years ago that you always liked the idea of a secret garden.

“You okay, Darl?” he asked. His voice was gentle as he tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

“Yes. Everything is great, I just need to tell you something away from all the others.” You had stopped in the middle of the little garden, facing him. You took his hands in yours.

“What’s up? You’ve got me nervous.” He chuckled a little to ease the pit in his stomach.

“Babes, we’ve known each other for so long now. It’s been so long that I literally can’t imagine my life without you in it. And I should have told you this years ago, but I guess nerves got the better of me.” You paused and took a deep breath. “Years ago, I promised Jules that I would tell you this. Not because I told him first either, because the bastard was too smart for his own good, he found out before I did.”

Daniel’s face twitched the slightest bit at the mention of your late friend. Jules had meant the world to you both and you were heartbroken when you were told he had died. Daniel squeezed your connected hands in reassurance.

“I’m in love with you Daniel. I think I always have been, but was just too oblivious to notice. I feel so safe when I’m around you and you are unbelievably understanding of everything I’ve ever gone through. I can only hope that I’ve managed to give you the same amount of safety and understanding that you’ve given to me.

“I know that what I’m saying is probably going to throw you for a loop but I promised Jules that I would tell you and so this is me, keeping the last promise I ever made to him.”

You were glad that that was the end of your big speech that you had come up with on the fly because no sooner had you stopped talking, Daniel had removed his hands from yours and cradled your head before leaning in to kiss you.

You were slightly breathless when you parted, Daniel’s forehead leaning against yours.

“I’ve been in love with you since we left school, Darl. It would make me the happiest I’ve ever been if you would let me call you my girlfriend.” This time you kissed him.

-~-

Instead of rejoining the others, you and Daniel made your way to his garage and got in one of his many beautiful cars. You both had one destination in mind that would seal this new development in concrete.

Monaco Cemetery.

The moon was high in the night sky when you arrived at the cemetery. You both got out of the car and quietly made your way to the headstone that marked the burial place of Jules Bianchi.

You moved to sit beside the grave, but Daniel had stopped you before you could sit. You were confused until he took off his jacket and laid it on the ground where you were standing.

“Thank you, Dan.” You whispered.

“Don’t wanna ruin your pretty dress, Darl.”

You both sat in front of Jules grave in silence. Neither one of you wanting to break the peace. Eventually it was you who spoke in a soft whisper.

“I did it, Jules. I told him. Just like I said I would.” You leaned your head on Daniel’s shoulder and he moved his arm to pull you closer to him.

“He always knew it would happen, didn’t he?” Daniel whispered.

“Jules was always smarter than we were, let’s be honest.”

The wind blew past them. If you asked them years later, when they recalled the night, they would tell you they heard him. Heard Jules laughing at them.

“We should get back.”

“Yeah."

-~-

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kodaiki · 4 months

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┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ; ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor length: 1/?? note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3 taglist details: CURRENTLY CLOSED !!

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[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!! <;3]

PROFILES ↳ y/n's besties ↳ gojo's group ↳ others

ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?

TWO – the deal

THREE – he will be a pain in the ass

FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore

FIVE – act like you like her

SIX – meeting and matching hoodies

SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party

EIGHT – interrupted movie night

NINE – angus disapproves

TEN – the interview

ELEVEN – it’s giving jealousy

TWELVE – breaking out

THIRTEEN – besties united

FOURTEEN – good night, loser

FIFTEEN – the audition

SIXTEEN – try again?

SEVENTEEN – sleepover

EIGHTEEN – sugar daddy

NINETEEN – we’re booked!

TWENTY – lego flowers

TWENTY & A HALF – friends?

TWENTY ONE – in denial

TWENTY TWO – invitations sent!

TWENTY THREE – i’m literally home

TWENTY FOUR – roommativersary party pt. 1

TWENTY FIVE – roommativersary party pt. 2 ─ BONUS – maki and shoko's texts after the party ─ BONUS – texts from shoko and suguru to gojo

TWENTY SIX – two months later…

TWENTY SEVEN – new character unlocked

TWENTY EIGHT – get her a grammy ─ BONUS – y/n's texts with suguru

TWENTY-NINE – sleepovers n skincare

THIRTY – let’s be honest…

THIRTY-ONE – coming to terms

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ssprayberrythings · 3 months

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seeing the world | DR3

daniel ricciardo x female!reader / smau fic

pov: you and daniel spend your holidays travelling all over and keep everyone updated by documenting everything on your socials 🔆

warnings: just fluff on fluff !!

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fan1: my favourite couple

fan23: one day i want what danny and y/n have

yourbestfriend: whose idea was it for zip lining ?

╰ yourusername: who do you think 🙃

fan55: i cant wait to see where else they go

danielricciardo: i love you

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fan22: wonder where they’re off to next

fan15: ive never seen danny look so happy before ☺️

fan3: y/n brought our happy go lucky daniel back to us and for that we love her

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╰ fan23: danny and his two loves: y/n and driving

╰ fan21: sorry but his thigh tattoo >>

╰ fan12: that smile 🥹

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from mountains to beaches 🏝️

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danielricciardo: my gorgeous girl

╰ yourusername: my beautiful boy

fan24: y/n truly is the prettiest girl ive ever seen

fan22: they’re living their best lives

fan12: i HOPE Y/N IS VLOGGING THIS I NEED THIS IN VIDEO FORM

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fan12: IM DYING

fan15: the highway is looking real comfortable

yourusername: you’re such a sap ☺️

╰ danielricciardo: for you, always

fan27: CUTENESS OVERLOAD

landonorris: who knew you could be such the romantic

╰ danielricciardo: you should take notes 😎

fan16: lando and danny’s dynamic hasn’t changed and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT

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somewhere in the south of france 🇫🇷

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danielricciardo: je taime ❤️

╰ yourusername: 🥰

fan2: FRANCE? PLEASE WE NEED DANNYY/N AT THE EFFIEL TOWER

fan15: FRANCE IS SO ROMANTIC

fan23: go to monaco please and thanks !!

yourbestfriend: so jealous but also so happy for you two 🥹

╰ yourusername: we’re still gonna go on our girls trip across italy don’t worry 🥹

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got to see all of france and i think it may be my favourite place we've travelled to ❤️

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fan12: THE FRENCH F1 FANS HOW YOU DOING

fan4: FRENCH FAN HERE: THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

fan9: i ran into y/n and danny while they were on the train and I CAN CONFIRM THE SWEETEST TWO PEOPLE YOU’LL EVER MEET

yourusername: i’d come back here with you any day ❤️

╰ danielricciardo: maybe we’ll move here one day?

╰ yourusername: youre getting a bit ahead of yourself..but maybe…one day down the road !!

fan23: imagine danny living in france? NOPE I CANT..I NEED THIS TO BE REALITY

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light shows and sunsets with my favourite boy 🧡

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fan12: AWE DAN LOOKS SO CUTE

fan1: they are serving !!!

fan15: at this point i never want the racing season to start just so they can keep travelling the world

fan16: THE LIGHTS REMIND ME OF RAPUNZEL

╰ fan4: YES OMG

danielricciardo: my very own princess 😘

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╰ fan22: rapunzel and flynn

╰ fan21: a real life prince and his princess

╰ fan20: brb taking a shower with my toaster 🙃

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dan and i are back home after a whole lot of travelling but please enjoy these moments that didn’t make our instagrams originally. we’ll see you all when racing starts back up, until then rest easy and thanks for joining us on this adventure. xo ❤️

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danielricciardo: cant wait to do this for the rest of our lives 😘

╰ yourusername: already planning the next round of travels..😘

╰ danielricciardo: i wouldn’t expect anything less !

thats it! i hope you liked it! i really enjoyed this concept and i loved getting to write something for danny !!

anyways i have a couple drafts started on longer pics that aren't smau style which is why they're taking a bit longer so bare with me, i want to get them right before posting and i want to be sure what i'm posting is something you all will enjoy reading but once i have something i will post as soon as possible!

until then goodbye and hopefully talk soon !! ✌🏻

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million dollar man | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; in the world of her million dollar man, y/n can’t help but feel like a lost puppy and stick out like a sore thumb leading to mess of jumbled feelings.

warnings; insecurities esp around money, reader is mentioned to be a healthcare worker/nurse

word count; 1.2k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; i can’t tell yall the amount of times i’ve thought of this fic ever since i started the born to die series 😭😭😭😭 but i rlly let out my obsession w these luxuries out here 🫣🫣

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

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“Why don’t you wear your new necklace? The one that your fiancé got you.”

Y/n could hear the smile in Lance’s voice as she stood in the bathroom adding the finishing touches to her makeup. “Yeah, because a Serpent around my neck would match the floral look.” She snorted, referring to the Bulgari necklace he had gotten her the week prior.

“I mean, you haven’t worn it yet. Where else would you showcase it for the first time other than your own engagement party?”

“Because it doesn’t match.”

What she said was partially the truth. The serpent necklace didn’t match her 3 thousand-dollar Oscar De La Renta dress.

It didn’t match with the gold Rolex on her left wrist or the diamond-encrusted Cartier love bangle, Juste un Clou, and the Van Cleef bracelet on her right wrist. Nor did it match the giant diamond engagement ring adorning her ring finger.

It didn’t match her white Louboutin heels nor did it go with the 20-motif Van Cleef Alhambra necklace.

It didn’t match her and that was her issue.

Y/n never even dreamt of the lifestyle she had been living ever since dating Lance. It was something so unattainable. The expensive bags, jewelry, cars, and private jets, she never even dared to dream of.

She grew up middle class, her parents having enough to be able to put food on the table, and have decent clothes, but not enough to earn them all the luxuries she has now. Sure, her nursing job earned her a decent amount of money, but the necklace her boyfriend had gotten her cost more than her yearly salary and that said enough.

She remembered the look on the faces of Lance’s extended family when they found out she did not come from another rich family and was just a regular pediatric nurse. They immediately assumed she was just with him for money. They talked and talked.

The gossip would become worse whenever Y/n would show up with a new bag or bracelet. She hated it.

She remembered when Lance decided to throw her a huge birthday party. He paid for most of it even if she protested. Not to mention, he gifted her not one but two Hermes mini Kelly’s. She remembered the looks on his aunt's face as she held a rare picnic mini Kelly.

“One for the money, two for the show, right?” He joked, chuckling at her shocked face, and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “I love you, honey.”

“You’re unbelievable, Lance. I love you.”

The same picnic Kelly bag he gifted her was the one she decided to wear with her floral dress. A springtime engagement called for a floral theme engagement party, hence the dress.

Y/n stares at herself in the mirror after applying her Dior lipgloss. She looked like a million-dollar man. She looked so strange like she was unrecognizable. She had the dream life of so many but had no idea why she felt so upset or heartbroken.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize Lance had been calling her. “Honey, what’s the matter?” He asked, concern in his voice as he walked into the bathroom all dressed in an expensive suit.

“I hope you’re not getting cold feet before our engagement part.” He joked but his smile immediately fell at her silence. “Are you?”

“No! No!” Y/n quickly exclaimed, turning around and settling her hand on his shoulder. “I’m not getting cold feet, Lance. I want to marry you and I will marry you. It’s just…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” He mumbled, grasping her hands. His dark eyes were filled with concern as his thick brows furrowed up. She still seemed hesitant to tell him what was on her mind. “Hey, I won’t judge you for what’s on your mind.”

Y/n sighed again as Lance gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “You know I didn’t grow up with this. All of these luxuries, expensive jewelry, even more expensive cars and bags. My nursing job can only cover so much. It can’t cover a quarter of what you give me.”

“And I don’t care!” He exclaimed, “You’re my fiancée. I want to spoil you. It’s my duty to spoil you. I don’t care what they think, I-”

“But I’ve seen the way your aunts stare at me.” She mumbled, looking down at her Louboutins. “I’ve heard their whispers. They just think I’m a gold digger who is only marrying you to have this lifestyle but I couldn’t give two shits about all of this! We could be struggling with money and I’d still want to be with you.”

She sighed as she let go of his hands. She turned around to look at herself through the mirror. “I see a stranger when I’m dressed up like this. I stick out whenever I’m with your family and they all know it. They never try to hide their whispers and they’re right. I don’t fit into this world, Lance. I look like a million dollar man but why does my heart still feel broken?”

“Y’know what I see?” Lance asked as he took a step closer to her, placing his hand on her waist. “I see the most gorgeous woman. Someone so unique and special that she’s like an exotic flower.” He chuckled, running his finger over the strap of her floral dress.

“I see someone who is so brilliant she used her brain to study to help children in need. I see someone with a heart so big, that she works extra shifts just to spend time with her patients no matter how tiring the week has been.” He continued, gently fixing a strand of her hair which made her let out a soft chuckle. “I see my fiancée, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with despite not growing up in ‘my world’.”

Lance leaned over and kissed Y/n’s cheek. “I see the woman who has always been by my side. I see the woman who will be the mother of my children. I see the woman who has stolen my heart from the day I bumped into her in that cafe.”

He spun her around so she was facing him. She rested her hands on his shoulder once again for stability as his hands held onto her waist. “I don’t see someone strange. I see you.”

She takes a deep breath, her pink lips curled into a smile as her eyes fill with tears. “You always know how to take a girl's breath away, don’t you?”

“Just yours.”

Y/n leaned up and pulled him close to kiss him, not caring if they were going to be made to their own engagement party. “I love you so much, Lance.”

“I love you so much, Y/n. More than anything else in this world.”

She leaned back down with a wide smile on her lips. She takes a deep breath and quickly glances in the mirror to ensure her makeup is still intact.

“Well, we can’t be late to our own engagement party.” Y/n chuckled, grabbing her bag and turning back to Lance. “Shall we go, my million dollar man?”

He kisses the top of her head as a smile matching hers appears on his lips. “Let’s go, my honey.”

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 8 months

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the stars align: nanamin

ch18

masterlist

-sukuna y choso son chismosos !!!

-oh lord another smau where y/n denies their feelings.

-AHHHHH YUJI CAMEO

-FAMILY REUNION!!!!

^sorry i love the "family" dynamics (minus sukuna since yk he obviously isnt actually related to yuji) within jjk its actually amazing and gege is so big brain sometimes

-yay y/n finally learned nanami's name... kinda.. partially

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@secretanimesimp @kaitfae @watermelon-online @adhdduckie @tamakigf @mishapcorner @bloombb @midnight-simp @venusinx @qualitygiantshoepsychic @babygurlenthusiast @akii420 @tranzumaki @ynverse @asp7n @nanamiswifes @afatalheat @aeongiies @matique @shookykookie30 @pumpkindudeishere @hana-patata @ohhheymessa @letthewindlead @tdwaterloo @bbysatoruuu @idiopathic @kaininety2 @shojislady

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ilovehimyourhonour · 11 months

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the art of coffee masterlist

park j. jongseong x fem! reader (ft. enhypen) . smau , university au . fluff , mentions of hating someone? , partial slow burn .

it had been a cliché moment. your coffee dumped on his shirt, you apologizing profusely—all while the richest boy on campus merely stared down at you with a look of disgust. his silence was excruciatingly loud, it practically made your ears ring. with a final bow you rushed past him, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks—what a great start to the school year.

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001. what single mothers do

↳ 001.5 when are w getting fan pages???

002. park jay hate club unite

003. paint and sew without a care

004. simp era jay

005. I almost peed my pants

↳ 005.5 you should have minded your business (w)

006. id transfer

↳ 006.5 oh

007. giggle

008. WHY ARE YOU WINKING

009. hes a snake

010. TAKEN to the asylum

↳ 010.5 look at these SINGLE and ugly losers

011. pretty girl

012. daddy jay

013. bleed sweated teared

014. but are you looking for a husband?

↳ 014.5 ew. cheesy.

015. son 1 , son 2 , son 3 + wife

↳ 015.5 I WANT HIS GIRL NOT HIM

016. break up with your bf and we’ll see what we can do

↳ 016.5 I’d never do this to you

017. I’d suggest we kiss but now it seems awkward (w)

018. *giddy leg wiggle*

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taeiun · 2 months

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ᥫ᭡ ?! ┈ ⟢ THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.

💬 ── ⟡ ── “can you maybe NOT beef with the lead singer of a band that has almost double our fan base???”

SYNOPSIS . . . choi beomgyu drove you insane. you hated him and you’re pretty sure he hated you too. but when all that stands between your group and a record deal; one that could make or break everything you’ve worked for; is him and fourteen other bands, you should’ve known it’d be a wild ride to the top. so, tell the crowd, are you truly ready for the fight of your life?

&. status ?! . . . ongoing ; very slow. // started: 02.24.2024 // ended: -

&. who ?! . . . choi beomgyu x gn!reader (ft. the rest of txt, wooyoung of ateez, dosie of purple kiss, yunjin of le sserafim, heeseung of enhypen, skz, and many more)

&. genre ?! . . . battle of the bands au, ex-friends and rivals to lovers, band!au, slow burn (?), fluff, angst, crack/humour, smau, some written

&. warnings ?! . . . swearing, mismanagement of a band by the company, mentions of alcohol + food, botb inaccuracies, scandals, suggestive humour, mentions of false past sexual activity but nothing is described, mentions of death, kys + kms jokes, and potentially more. read the specificed warnings on each chapter.

&. notes ?! . . . timestamps do not matter unless brought up by a character. partially inspired by the webtoon lost in translation. none of the events that happen reflect what the idols are like irl. my humour can be dry at times TwT.

OOO. PROLOGUE / TRAILER — (read first before the profiles)

comment below on THIS post if you’d like to be part of the taglist; asks will be deleted.

chapters and profiles are under the cut.

🪐 ┈ ⟢ PROFILES

PARAVOID aka yn and co. 2MORROW aka beomgyu and co. MISC aka everyone else mildly important

🎞️ ┈ ⟢ EPISODES

ACT I : death of a rockstar

OO1. dead band walking // half written ⟡ OO2. --

OO3. -- ⟡ OO4. --

more to be added

ACT II : stage of revenge

to be added

special thanks to user @junjiie for being my biggest supporter and dealing with my rambles and inconsistent interactions. would’ve probably given up on this plot a long while ago if not for him

#txt smau #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #kflixnet #k-labels #beomgyu smau #txt x gender neutral reader #txt x gn reader #beomgyu x gn reader #🫀　. . 　the fight of your life　!#beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n #txt x you

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 10 months

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HANDS ON YOU — 040

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

smau + written (1.0k words)

❥･• chapter 40 — i miss holding your hand

"You're the worst, Lee Heeseung," you say as soon as the door in front of you opens, revealing a shrivelled-up boy. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was homeless. "Y-Y/N?" he stutters as he catches sight of you, not so well groomed either, but at least your pyjamas are cute.

"Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other, maybe get a picture taken or two, or are you going to let me in?" Your eyebrows cock, your voice laced with a tint of sarcasm and before you know it, Heeseung pulls you into the apartment and, shockingly (not really), into his arms. The two of you stand with bated breaths at the doorway of his dorm, unconsciously forgetting that he shared with six other gremlins, in each other’s embrace for a good two minutes before Heeseung decided to break the silence.

"I thought you said you hated me?" His breath hits the back of your neck as his arms tightens around your tiny frame. Forget the hamster vs. deer debate; this man is a koala! You chuckle into his shoulders as you reciprocate his actions, bringing your fingers up to play with his now jet-black hair.

"I do," you are the first to pull apart, and he doesn't refute, letting his hands fall back beside him. For a second, you see a hint of disappointment flash across his face, and you wonder if Heeseung knows he is unintentionally pouting, willing all the power vested in you to not lean in and steal a long-overdue kiss from him.

Heeseung, on the other hand, does not take the situation lightly at all. While it took you little to no convincing from your members for you to rush out of the dorm, in your pyjamas no less, no reassurance or even gaslighting from the ENHYPEN members were able to convince Heeseung that he didn't mess up. Well... except according to Ni-ki: "He did, but for the greater good of mankind." It didn't really help the members' case for the most part.

Millions of thoughts seem to restlessly stir inside his head, and you swear you can almost see the gears in his brain turning, thinking of how he can possibly redeem himself—how he can convince you to stay by his side.

All those thoughts, however, are thrown out the window when you take hold of his hands, rubbing circles on his palms. Heeseung apprehensively catches your gaze that has never once left his, taking a deep breath before letting your innermost honest feelings take the wheel. "But I like you more."

"What? When—HOW?" Heeseung stutters, gripping onto your hand, his heart running the extra mile to keep his brain semi-functioning, because boy does he look like he is about to pass out.

"I think I sort of knew when you sent me that photo during our first conversation."

"That long ago? God, and I didn't manage to pick up on it?" He says, but more to himself, partially in shock that the two of you could have had something as long as five months ago. Heeseung even thought he was doing you a favour when he denied those allegations two months back, regret piling in now that he's reminded of it.

"And you?"

"Y/N, please, I've always thought you were attractive since I-LAND." Heeseung rolls his eyes, you can tell he threw it out lightly, most likely as a joke but you still smile to yourself, trying to keep a calm demeanour though you were mentally freaking out.

"I guess Ray was right, stupidity is a disease." You joke, and the two of you burst out into giggles. Heeseung silently presses his forehead against yours, his eyes firmly trained on your own, and his hands still firmly on you as yours are on him.

You feel your heart race as Heeseung's fingers delicately grip your chin, tilting your head up to meet his towering height. The anticipation hangs in the air, and his trembling hands betray his eagerness. A playful smile dances on your lips as you tease him, relishing in the moment. Finally, unable to resist any longer, you nod in consent, giving him permission to cross the boundary of what you thought would have been an endless situationship.

With no hesitation, Heeseung closes the gap between your lips, and the world around you fades into oblivion. Time stands still as the gentle pressure of his mouth against yours ignites a passionate fire within you. It's a tender yet fervent kiss, filled with the unspoken words and emotions that have been building between you.

Heeseung’s lips are soft and inviting, moving in perfect sync with yours. The electric current that surges through your body sends shivers down your spine while wrapped in his embrace, driving you to lose yourself in the blissful moment.

It feels as though the entire universe has aligned to bring you and Heeseung together, erasing all doubts and uncertainties that once plagued your minds. In this stolen moment, you find solace and comfort in his arms, as if you were made for one another.

The kiss lingers, an enchanting melody that only the two of you share. It speaks volumes, expressing an unfathomable emotion that has been silently growing, hidden beneath the surface.

When you finally part, breathless and filled with an intoxicating blend of desire and affection, you gaze into his eyes. There's a newfound understanding, a profound certainty that you are meant to embark on this hell of a journey together. In that moment, you both realise that fate, although fickle, has triumphed over any misunderstandings or doubts that once threatened to tear you apart, willing for you to find your way back to each other’s arms.

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authors note: PEEP the series title mention 🤭 also yay end of heeyn social distancing era!! 🤪

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wooahaeproductions · 4 months

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Haru Haru (svt smau) Masterlist

Your friend, Soonyoung confesses to you in some form all the time despite knowing you don’t like him like that. But what happens when someone suddenly becomes interested in him and he eventually stops confessing to you?

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: smau, comedy, angst, fluff, college au

Warnings: both the reader and Soonyoung are idiots, complicated feelings, likely bad jokes, and language Each chapter will have its own warnings

Rating: PG-13

Started: 1/20/24 | Ended: TBD

Updates: Saturdays, 9am PST

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing my last smau and had this idea that just screamed being made into one. So here we are haha and big thank you to my dear Indi @wongyuseokie for looking over the first few chapters to reassure me that it wasn’t bad. 💕

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-> teaser

-> profiles one | profiles two

-> one: thanks, I guess

-> two: how many flowers?!

-> three: lord help us (partial written)

-> four: I should not have done that

-> five: save that for Y/N

-> six: mauled by fangirls

-> seven: let Seungkwan out

-> eight: but…the snacks

-> nine: are you drunk?

-> ten: here’s your shovel

-> eleven: a new contender (written)

-> twelve: rumor has it

-> thirteen: can you at least make better coffee?

-> fourteen: first dates and mini-golfing

-> fifteen: I will swear word at you

-> sixteen: extra special just for me

-> seventeen:

-> eighteen:

-> nineteen:

-> twenty:

-> twenty-one:

-> twenty-two:

-> twenty-three:

-> twenty-four:

-> twenty-five:

more to come!

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hyuuukais · 11 days

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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

warnings ~ gen, blood/injuries, depiction of (non graphic or very detailed) suicide, y/n doesn't like physical touch so much

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CH 1 ~ UNKNOWN NUMBER (2.3k, 8 screenshots)

"...hello? How'd you get this number?" You ask, very clearly confused.

No one should know your new number other than you, and now Changbin, so who...? There's no answer on the other line and you sigh, frustration rising as you continue to question the caller. Who is it, what do they want, again, how did they get this number, etc. Silence is all you get, about to hang up when you think you can hear someone's breath hitch.

Leaning into the phone, like that'll help you hear any better, you listen to a shaky breath. It sounds far off, like their phone is placed away from them. Maybe they didn't even know they called you. Turning your volume up, you still struggle to make out any other sounds over the breathing, not that it's all that loud. You're about to ask if they're okay, do they need you to get help, when the line cuts. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you can't hide the look of worry and bewilderment on your face.

Unplugging the charger from where it sits in the outlet under the table you're sitting at, you gather your things and get ready to leave. You agreed to meet at a café deeper in the city, somewhere with more traffic in case something happened. The seller had suggested it, saying this place had the best slices of chocolate cake you could have and even ordered you one when you arrived. All was going well, ignoring their unsteady hands and the sweat beading on their brow bone. Handing the phone over was a quick exchange as soon as your etransfer went through to them. That was when they broke the news; the phone doesn't turn on or charge, but here's both and you can figure it out yourself. They left in a hurry, not leaving you room to argue or demand your money back. You felt stupid.

As soon as you inserted the charging port into the phone, it turned on immediately and you smirked. The phone doesn't turn on? Sure, okay. After a few minutes of fiddling with settings, everything was ready. You texted Changbin, figuring you could give yourself some moments of peace before contacting anyone else you thought needed to know your new number.

You grab your bag and head to the door, keeping your phone out to text Changbin about the number that called you. When you open the door to go out, you're met with a hard wall and stumble back. Hands barely grab your arms as you nearly fall into another person, holding you upright and apologizing profusely. Looking up, you see a man around your age, eyes looking you up and down to check you're alright. His blond hair glows in the sunlight and he's wearing a smooth button-down, effortlessly gorgeous and somewhat familiar, but you can't quite pinpoint where you've seen him.

"I'm fine, sorry for bumping into you like that," you chuckle, moving his arms away from you. Physical touch has never been your thing. "Should have looked before I opened the door... shit, is that-? Sorry again!"

Moving past him, you run out to the crosswalk, stopping abruptly when the hand pops up. Down the road is the bus you need to catch, and you know the food truck parked beside you is blocking you from view. Sticking your arm out isn't an option like usual, risking being hit by a turning car if you do. The stop is empty save for a man facing away from you. As soon as your eyes lock onto him, his face turns to yours like he could feel your stare.

The side of his face is all scratched up and you notice blood dripping from his bruised nose down his split, chapped lips. His skin is pale, bordering blue with veins visible underneath. You can't tear your eyes away, not even when you're prompted to walk or when the hand starts flashing again. The man's mouth is moving, but you can't hear from where you are. Vehicles are rushing past you, wind in your hair, and you finally tear your eyes away when the bus you were supposed to take drives past the stop.

When you look away from the bus, now fading in the distance, the man is gone... but the bus never stopped to pick him up.

Having only you and Changbin working in the shop full time often has you both forgetting what normal work hours are, and soon enough it's nearly midnight.

"Holy shit, Bin," you rub your bleary eyes, taking another look at the time on your phone. "We have to stop. Go to bed."

"I'm almost done..." he drags the last word, carefully placing a few more blue flowers into a bouquet before standing back to marvel at his creation. "This bride is going to be so happy!"

"It's beautiful, but Bin, let's go." You head to the door and wave goodbye. "Lock up behind me, and promise you're heading up after I leave? We don't need a repeat of Sunday."

"Hey, to be fair, I thought we'd be closed," he laughs. "Not my fault you decided to show up on your birthday only to see me drooling all over the stem cuttings."

You give a light punch in his arm, laughing with him at the image conjured in your head of him hunched over the table in the back. He'd stayed up all night finishing a last minute request, not even realizing he fell asleep until you woke him up that morning. The flowers had wilted enough overnight to be deemed unsellable, having to remake each bouquet and wreath in that order. It was terrible.

You're about to say goodbye again when your phone rings in your hand; unknown number. Putting it on speaker, you sigh loudly.

"This is what I'm talking about," you whisper to Changbin, hand hovering over the microphone. Rolling your eyes, you move it away. "Who is this and what do you want? Seriously, this is getting annoying quick."

Like before, all you can hear is heavy breathing, although it's much louder this time like whoever is on the other end has the phone held up to their ear. It doesn't take long for them to hang up again.

"Block the number," Changbin shifts uncomfortably, hands on his hips. "That's creepy."

Taking his advice, you enter your call logs, but there's no sign of of anyone calling you just now. In fact, the only log is from when Changbin called about the new clients. There's nothing from before that either.

"Weird," you mumble, pocketing the device. "Okay, well. Goodnight."

"Y/n," Changbin grabs your arm lightly as you move through the doorway. "Stay safe, please."

"When don't I?" You give a weak smile, trying to be reassuring. "I'll be fine. Now go! I better find you somewhat well rested tomorrow morning."

You take the last bus of the night going your direction, kicking your shoes off as soon as you enter your house. It's a small, but cute and cozy bungalow you started renting not too long ago, having saved up from the flower shop. Business is good, and you're content with how your life is going at them moment. Before, when you were younger, you imagined a life on the go. Busy, busy, busy, lots of travelling for work and nonstop action. But then Changbin offered you a job and you never looked back, enjoying the lack of chaos you once yearned for.

Dim lights, fuzzy blankets; it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep with your lamp still on. Now you find yourself standing on a bridge you don't recognize, the air still, not a sound to be heard. Looking over the edge, you're met with a busy highway, but the traffic is absolutely silent. Dream logic always messed you up, especially when you finally realize you're in a dream. You haven't had a lucid dream for a long time, but you were certain that's what this is. A long day mixed with extreme exhaustion and a hint of stress? Definitely could have concocted this.

Looking down each side of the bridge, you spot a boy leaning over the edge further down. You try to call out, but find you have no voice. As you get closer, you notice something- he's the same guy you saw at the bus stop earlier that day. He's wearing the same clothes, a tattered blue sweater over a white shirt that peaks out from the bottom and black jeans. Dried blood cakes his face and hair, especially matted in the back, kind of like he hit his head really bad. One leg swings over the edge of the railing and you speed up, realizing what he's going to do as the other leg joins. You still can't yell for him, can't talk him off the edge or cry for help. All you can do is watch as he pushes off, the air breaking with the sound of glass crunching, a crash, and a car horn honking loudly.

When you gain the courage to look over where he fell- no, jumped- there's nothing there. A light breeze moves your hair and you realize you can't hear the horn anymore, only crickets in the dark night. As you straighten back up, you can feel a presence behind you.

"That's not what happened," they whisper in your ear and you startle, turning around.

Before you can fully turn to face who whispered, you're grabbed and thrown over the same spot the boy jumped from. Now, you can scream. As you're falling in slow motion, you scream. As you reach out to save yourself, you scream. And as you hit the ground, you scream.

And then you wake up.

You wake up in a cold sweat, sitting upright and clutching your chest, trying to learn to breathe again. There's a pain in the back of your head, dull and aching, and your whole body feels sore and stiff. Beside you your phone flashes on and you barely register an incoming call before it declines. Picking up the device, you see there have been 3 missed calls since you fell asleep nearly an hour ago. Wait, only an hour? It felt so much longer.

Finger hovering over the phone icon, you're about to see if they left any voicemails when another call comes in. Unknown number- you almost hang up, but something compels you to answer again. Is it the mystery of it all? Getting to the bottom of the odd breathing, being unable to call back? Or just plain curiosity?

"Hello? Who is-"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you hear the sound of a man's voice on the other line, hoarse and distant. "Are you there?"

'Yeah, I just-"

"Hello?"

"Stop interrupting me-"

"Please, please be there," he sobs, followed by a wet cough. "It's so dark in here... and my head is pounding, I think I'm hurt."

"Listen, you need to call the emergency line, not a random number of someone you don't know," you say quickly, starting to panic at the sudden silence. "Hello?"

"I think... I think im dead."

Nothing. The line does dead after he's uttered those final words, leaving you to stare at your wall in the dark with your phone still held up to your ear. Slowly, you put the device in your lap and reach over to flick the switch on your lamp, dim lighting filling the room. There's a faint ringing in your ears, and you notice the pain from when you woke is gone. Your legs are jelly when you stand, a hand against the wall to brace yourself as your vision blurs for a moment. Once it's back to normal, you move toward your bedroom door and exit, heading to the bathroom down the hall.

Slipping out of your pajamas, you turn the shower on as hot as you can bear, steam filling the room. Contact with the water makes you hiss, adjusting to the sudden change in temperature as you let it flow over your body from head to toe. It's nice, warm and reassuring. When you're satisfied with the comfort provided by the near boiling water, you step out and wrap a dark green towel around yourself. With the window closed, your mirror has fogged up entirely. You dry your body facing away from the mirror, fully intending to wipe it down after yourself, but when you turn back around you're met with a message written in the condensation.

Help me.

To say you're freaked out is a severe understatement, choosing to wipe the words away with your towel and ignore it until further notice. As you take the fabric away from the reflective surface, you choke back a scream, flipping around to find nothing there. Just a second ago, you saw a man standing behind you in the mirror, but there's only empty space. You're almost scared to turn back, forcing your eyes up, but there's nobody in the mirror now either. The only logical explanation you can find for this is that it's late, you're tired, you're seeing things. Go back to bed, go back to sleep. Everything will be back to normal in the morning.

Walking back to your room, you don't notice the other person in each reflection you pass. He's beside you as you leave the bathroom, when you enter your bedroom and get back under your blankets. Your bed provides a warm and safe feeling of comfort from the weird day you've had, leaning over to flick the lamp off. As soon as you do, the room lights up again as your phone gets a text notification.

notes ~ first chapter woooo!!! so excited to share this one with u guys :3

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hi, omg i ♡ the way u write sm!!! <3 i saw ur requests are open so i’ve got one :D i’ve been listening to moonlight by ariana grande on repeat all day and it just gives me danny ricc vibes T_T but like a friends to lovers kinda thing where everyone else is convinced they’re secretly dating because of how they act <3

omg I'm so sorry that this took me so long, I hope that you like it and I hope that I managed to do your request justice! Muah <3 (also tysm for saying you like my writing, literally feels like I'm dreaming)

(I've been reorganising my blog, here is the request <3)

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CHAPTER 1 | BADASS BALLERINAS

THE END ZONE 🏈🩰✨

Pairing 🤎 Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader︎

Genre 🤎 SMAU, University/College AU, Ballett/Football AU, Fluff, Angst, Crack—all of that good shit lol︎

Synopsis 🤎 By recommendation of his coach, Changbin decides to take a ballet class in order to improve his agility and coordination on the field. It seems like a harmless and fun activity at first. But what happens when his ballet partner starts to make him choose between the two?

Warnings 🤎 Swearing, brief mentions of food, alluding to weight insecurities, and Han being weak as fuck (lol)

Taglist 🤎 Open!︎ ✨

Word Count 🤎 3,254 + 7 sm screenshots!

In Collaboration With 🤎 @channie-143

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WHEN YOU ARRIVED AT THE DANCE HALL...

Minho was already at the barre. He was observing himself in the mirror, making sure each warm-up he did was fluid as he gripped the handrail to help steady himself. Plies, tendus, and degages expelled themselves from his body in the most graceful yet precise movements.

He spared you a glance as you walked in—setting your bag and water bottle down near the entrance before you made your way across the floor. When your eyes met, you both acted estranged and looked away.

“You know for someone who hates mornings, you really do make the effort to be the first here.”

“I could say the same about you,” Minho stated as he brought himself into first position once again. “Although you always seem to get here after me. You must like being in second place.”

“Can’t be second place when I’m the class favorite,” you said, finally turning to face him. “Cute of you to think otherwise though.”

“Since when was this?”

“Since last semester when the instructor literally told me I was her favorite.”

“Hm,” he pursed his lips to the side. “I don’t recall that ever happening. And you don’t really have any proof either, sooo…”

His eyes never met yours and you smirked.

It was always like this between you two. Since the day the two of you became friends, your constant bickering is what brought you closer. From class, to practice, to studying together… there was never peace. Everything was like a challenge, and you both loved it. It made it even more fun when the both of you broke character.

You sighed, walking away to the middle of the floor.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lino.”

Minho stared ahead—unresponsive. But the moment he wasn’t within your sight, a small smile tugged at his lips.

He finally decided to face you when your body slowly descended to the floor.

“Not joining me at the barre for once?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“My lower back’s been killing me,” you groaned as you stuck both your legs out in front of you. With your arms reached out in the center of them, you practically clawed your upper body forward until your stomach touched the ground. The extension gave you a sense of relief. “It’s gonna be floor stretches for right now until the teacher comes, if I’m honest.”

A quick nod of approval was given to you before a playful, “good girl” left Minho’s lips. The word EW! left your mouth so quickly that it almost sounded like you were hearing yourself say it in the third person.

But you weren’t, because the voice you actually heard in third person was Hyunjin’s as he entered the dance hall with Felix.

“Can you not say stuff like that?” he glared at Minho, sitting down next to you. “You don’t have to flirt with everyone.”

A tiny laugh escaped your lips as you half-sat up, taking in the sight of Hyunjin and all its glory. White T-shirt disheveled as one side hung off his left shoulder, black tights hugging his legs, and messy black hair pulled partially into a small ponytail—you knew his tired look all too well. His eyes were barely open, and he had a slight grimace on his face.

“Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty,” you teased as you tousled his hair. “Felix must have had fun waking you up.”

“Oh, it was hell!” Felix’s voice echoed through the room. He set his bag next to yours, desperately rummaging through it to find something. You observed his outfit change into a white shirt and black tights, much like Hyunjin and Minho, suspecting that he must have switched out of his comfy clothes before making his way to class. “I literally had to recruit Seungmin to help me wake him up. Which, by the way, was the worst choice ever. He almost had me pay him five dollars in order to get him into Hyunjin’s room when I couldn’t get him up.”

He waddled his way over to you and Hyunjin, joining you both on the floor. He was holding a small, blue plastic container that was faintly see-through enough to see the brownies that were within it.

“Now eat!” He stated, opening the lid to the container and practically sticking it under you and Hyunjin’s noses. “Because I know for a FACT neither of you have. And hurry up, I don’t want the instructor to yell at us for eating in the dance room again.”

As Hyunjin happily pulled a brownie out of the container and ate it, Felix ripped a piece off one and held it out to feed it to you while you were mid-stretch. You giggled a bit, leaning forward to take a bite but not fully being able to take the whole piece from his hand. He grinned from ear to ear, putting the rest of the small chunk you left behind in his mouth.

He repeated the action; feeding you and eating the rest over and over. Eventually, even Minho took a piece of your roommate's chocolate masterpiece, saying his thanks to the “brownie boy” and giving Felix a short-lived head pat. It was all so soft and wholesome, it made you feel thankful.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to start the day than beside these three dorks who made you the happiest in the world.

Eventually, the dance hall began to fill up as it got closer to class time. You all made your way to your respective places at the barre, and Felix managed to sneak his tupperware back into his bag before the teacher arrived and could tell him to put it away.

You gave a little wave to the boys from across the room while you stood next to Minho. As Hyunjin gave you a little salute and Felix waved back, you caught a glimpse of the class’s golden boy.

Alongside you and Lino, a guy by the name of Choi Yeonjun was known as the best dancer in class. He was precise, like Minho, but also had the agility of a feline and the determination of a bulldog. Everything he did was perfect, and if it wasn't he would have to find a way to fix it and make it perfect.

It’s what made him such a great dance partner, which you would know since he was yours last semester. You were quite sad when your instructor broke you two apart this year, explaining that both your talents could be put to good use helping others in the class who needed a “bit of work” with their dancing.

There was also an odd number of people in the class since someone never showed up on the first day of instruction; causing the teacher to practically plead to Yeonjun about the possibility of rotating between two partners—which he happily agreed to.

Thus why Yeonjun stood at the other end of the room sandwiched between two girls, while your partner—

“I’m not late. I’m not late. I’m not late. I’m late— I mean I’m not— FUCK!” Han’s voice suddenly echoed in the distance as you heard the harsh sound of footsteps approaching. Words rambled out of our best friend's mouth as he pushed through the double doors of the dance hall gripping onto the penny board in his hand for dear life. “I am one hundred percent on time and totally did not accidentally hit like three people on my way over here!”

He put his bag next to yours and Felix’s before resting his board against the wall. He accidentally leaned it the wrong way though, wheels sliding down against the plastered wall causing the end of the board to slam into his ankle. He let out a small yelp then grumbled a swear as he flipped the skateboard over and placed it down correctly with the wheels pointed outward.

The class laughed at the ordeal, while you.. Well, let’s just say you’ve seen him do worse.

When he finally walked over in your direction, you sighed.

“A whole minute before class started,” you remarked. “Proud of you.”

Jisung rolled his eyes as he moved to stand behind you. “I told you I was gonna try to not be late anymore. I keep my promises, bitch.”

The teacher walked past, glaring at him as the swear left his lips. His deep brown eyes widened in fright, immediately bowing as he stammered out apology after apology. The instructor chuckled a bit and patted Han on the shoulder.

“Glad you could join us on time today, Jisung,” she teased.

You’ve never seen Han calm down so fast.

*•.¸♡¸.•*

The class went along like normal.

After basic warm-ups and barre training, the class shifted over— moving onto centre work, then across-the-floor exercises.

Eventually, the teacher clapped her hands together and instructed everyone to get into their assigned pairs. You and Jisung eyed one another deucedly, slowly approaching each other until your nose was about eye level with his chin.

“You gonna drop me again?” You mumbled a bit sternly.

Jisung scoffed, a nervous eye roll followed. “Wouldn’t dream about it, princess.”

There was a bit of tension between the two of you, friendly and understanding but still there. With a raise of your brown, Han then slowly made his way around you, placing a hand on your waist as you prepared to lift yourself onto tip-toes.

Par de Deux was one of your favorite types of dance. It was one of the reasons you even decided to become a dance major, in fact. Most partnered dances in ballet were often symbolic of romantical stories or inherent partnerships of love. The women seeming light as a feather as the men danced with them through their acts of enamored virtue. Holding them up as if they were an ethereal cloud to be held.

Feeling a person’s weight and properly handling it was an essential part of Par de Deux. You were responsible for holding your placement. That is your job. Your partner is the one responsible for keeping you on your legs, making you look controlled and winsome— holding you in place, lifting you, and caressing your body like a beautiful flower.

Seeing something so beautiful became so intriguing, you trained to go on Pointe just to one day finally have a dance partner worthy of that partnership. Someone who could make you feel as light as a feather.

You had only experienced this euphoria with two people so far. Once with Minho when you both practiced together a year or two back and once with Yeonjun. Both men, despite their smaller frame, were actually quite strong and full of unswerving confidence. But you could never be Minho’s partner though; the two of you bickered too much and were way too competitive with one another.

That's why you missed having Yeonjun as a partner. In your head, you were his feather.

And as much as you loved Han… He wasn’t necessarily the strongest.

Thus why after a few balancing exercises, when the instructor tested the waters and asked pairs to attempt a simple turn-around lift, you weren’t surprised when Jisung let go of you halfway through the turn.

You fell to the ground briefly as Han panicked and scrambled to pick you up. He managed to get you back on your feet in record time, but not fast enough for the teacher to not notice.

The music abruptly ended and the room fell silent. The loud sound of the instructor’s heels reverberated through the room hauntingly as she made her way over to where you and Jisung stood. Han’s eyes were facing the floor, his hands still on your waist as you stood flat-footed once again, cringing at the very thought of what was going to happen next.

When the teacher gave a disappointed sigh, you could feel Han’s grip on you tighten slightly.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her words came out more concerned than annoyed, which you were grateful for. “I thought pairing you with Y/N would be for the better, but I’m proven wrong each time I look over and spot her on the floor.”

No words came out of Han’s mouth as he stood there semi-ashamed. His eyes looked up briefly, pupils dilated with puppy-like sadness. He opened his mouth to say something—probably to apologize profusely—but was cut off by the sound of the dance hall door opening and closing.

Everyone’s heads snapped immediately in the direction of the sound, yours included.

At the entrance stood a man holding a piece of paper folded in half in one hand, while the other gripped the handles of a duffle bag that was slung around his shoulders. He wore a fitted black T-shirt paired with black joggers and black-framed glasses to match his ensemble. His shirt hugged his broad shoulders along with his chest—something you couldn’t quite take your eyes off of.

He was cute, and buff, and awkward… an adorable combo.

When the teacher greeted him and asked him why he had barged in unannounced, his hold on the paper faltered.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… um…” He took a deep breath, holding the paper out in front of him. “I was just told to bring this referral to you. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“A referral, hm?” The instructor said, looking over the paper that had been handed to her.

The boy nodded.

“Coach Park said I needed a bit more cross-training to help balance out some things I need to improve on when it comes to the field. A friend of mine told me you had a spot open, so I went to the admin to get a referral for an add code,” he paused. “You know, if the spot is still open.”

“Coach Park? So you’re on the football team?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The teacher’s eyes hovered over him, then over to where you and Han stood. You could practically see the gears turning in her head.

“Han,” the teacher spoke, “go stand in the corner.”

Jisung’s eyes widened as a small, sad pout formed on his face.

“What?”

“You… Stand in the corner next to Regina… Now, please.”

Big boba pearls frosted over with sadness and confusion met your own eyes as Han complied with the teacher's instructions. He walked over to where Yeonjun stood, giving a small apology as he stood next to one of his partners. The guy in the doorway stood there awkwardly as he watched the whole ordeal.

Wasn’t long before he was picked on as well, though.

When the instructor’s gaze landed on the stocky boy once again, she gave a simple statement asking him to stand next to you. As he did, you realized he wasn’t much taller than you. Not quite your height, not really as tall as Jisung was, but somewhere in between.

“Now pick her up.”

The words spewed out of the teacher's mouth without any hesitation.

A quick nod from the boy, followed by hands hovering around your waist ensued. You could feel the slight warmth from his breath against your neck as he stood behind you contemplating what to do next.

“Can I… Um…” his voice trailed off. “I mean, are you okay with me touching you?”

The sincerity of the question took you by surprise, bringing a bit of blush to your face as you bobbed your head in approval.

Within seconds you were picked up and lifted off your feet with ease. You remained stagnant in the air for a beat or two, feet high enough from the ground that you could almost kick them back and forth, before being placed back down. The fact that he was able to lift you without even so much as a second thought shocked and flustered you to the point of no return.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks when you glanced over to see Felix and Hyunjin snickering in their spots about your demeanor. You made sure to keep note of that for later.

It seemed that ordeal was enough for your instructor, as she agreed to let the man join your class as long as he agreed to be your new dance partner. Obviously, he said yes.

You could hear Han pout a bit in his little corner, whom of which you mouthed the words ‘sorry’ and ‘I love you’ to and got a sad smile in return.

Class promptly ended soon after that.

As you, Minho, Hyunjin, and Han all grabbed your things, it became very obvious someone from your group was missing.

There he was, Mr. Lee Yongbook, giddily standing with Yeonjun as they both waited for the mystery man to get his add code. You had never seen either of them interact with the dude before, but when he went over and gave them both a hug it was obvious they were more than just acquaintances.

When his little welcome party dispersed, you decided to finally make your way over to your new soon-to-be dance partner and properly introduce yourself.

All that came out of you though was a cringe-worthy wave and an awkward, “Hi.”

A big smile appeared on his face as he shifted from one foot to the other. Like before, you recognized he wasn’t much taller than you. But the inch difference matched with his muscles made it very easy for you to feel small.

“Hi,” he beamed, “so I guess you and I are partners now.”

“Yep,” you responded before promptly pointing in the direction behind you. “And.. you know Felix?”

“Yeah. He’s best friends with one of my close friends. Plus he’s the mascot so everyone on the team kinda knows him.”

“Right… Right.”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, cool.”

“My name’s Changbin, by the way.”

He held out a hand for you to shake and you took it. After a moment or two, you both realized you had been holding hands for a little too long and let go. A laugh was shared in unison, as the strange tension that was created between the both of you lingered a bit. It was uncomfortable, but not in any way you had ever really felt before.

It was exciting? … Maybe?

After agreeing to meet up over the next few days to help Changbin catch up on some things he missed in the class, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed off. You let him know how serious dance was for you, which he understood. He explained how he would typically have football practice right after ballet class was over, but promised he would always try to randevu before leaving. You thanked him for his reassurance.

You watched him exit through the dance hall entrance and simply stood there in an unwavering daze as you stared at his back muscles, remembering the events from earlier. He picked you up like it was nothing. He was polite. And, now that you had seen him face to face, he was actually pretty cute.

Perhaps you finally found someone who could make you feel like a feather after all.

DING!

Thanks to the abrupt texts Seungmin sent to your group chat, you finally snapped out of it.

Seungmin: bitches. Seungmin: in n out. now. Seungmin: advice column kicking my ass. Seungmin: need fuel. Seungmin: hang out with me.

“Oh so now he wants to love us,” Han pouted as he stared at his screen.

taglist: @marcillfll @jiisungllvr @chrizzlaptop @babrieeee @soupbinlily @pissmori @chlodavids @marnz1990

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non-stop-imagines · 11 months

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Part Two: Everyone Knows

One Part Two Three Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k (w/ some social media au)

Warnings: My own terrible example of Twitter environment, everybody basically feeling physical pain watching Mick and Y/n, hopefully thinking for the rest of the season

A/N: Part 2! We've got a part 2! This was so fun to write, you guys have no idea. The social media stuff took quite a bit of brain power (now have even more respect to writers that do smau a lot) but I think I got it, kinda. Be kind to me there, okay, it's my first time doing something like that. But I'm proud of the job I've done with this and I hope you all like it too!! Love you all!!💖💛💖💛

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Silverstone

Mick let out a sigh of relief as he saw you strolling toward him, a bounce in your step that causes your hair, which was down today, to sway with your movements. The smile and little wave that you gave him once you spotted him made his chest tighten and the act of breathing more difficult. He waved back, then lowered his hand slightly when you were stopped by the same woman who you were thanking last night while coming out of the press room. She hands you what looks like a pass and then a business card before briskly walking to the next place she needs to be. You finally reach Mick and give him an exaggerated wide smile.

“You’re not wearing your glasses.” He now had an unobstructed view of your alluring brown eyes as they looked at him innocently.

“Yeah, when I know I have more writing and note taking to do, it's just nicer to be wearing my glasses.” You stopped your words and rolled your eyes at your own bluff before looking back to Mick, who sported adorably scrunched eyebrows. “And...I also actually gave myself time to get ready this morning so I was able to put in my contacts. This was also partially because I realized, like, half way back to my hotel that I had no idea what time we were meeting and that I wasn’t able to ask you because I didn’t have your number.” Your hand movements got more vigorous as your explanation went on, which was highly amusing to Mick who wished you would keep talking just so he could keep watching you. “So, that was my night and morning. Plus getting my article done and sent to the website I am writing for this weekend.”

“Wow, busy night…and morning.” Mick got lost for a moment, tracing the ends of the silk wrap that you had tied like a headband and how it draped with your locs that reach midway past your shoulder blades. He shook himself back to the present. “Uh, here’s your pass.”

“Oh, thank you. I also got one to get into media pit after the practice sessions, qualifying and the race, I think, from Julie...the girl I was just talking to. She was so sweet and let me stay in the press room to get all of my notes and stuff together after everything was done and she gave this to me just because I helped her straighten the room up.” Watching you gush about this encounter makes Mick’s heart warm, glad that his new friend has had a positive experience at her first race so far. That’s right. You're his new friend. That’s why his pulse starts to race at even the thought of you. Why looking into your eyes is just as good as getting a hug. Why he can’t help but smile when you smile, and wants to be the reason for it. This is what happens when you make a new friend, right?

“That’s awesome! I’m glad your day started on the right foot.” Mick’s smile was bright and genuine. “Um, let’s exchange numbers real quick so you won’t have to worry about when to get ready next time.” Next time. Something in you reacts at the thought of being able to spend another race weekend with Mick looking after you. He has been very friendly over the past day. You hope that there will be a next time, because you want nothing more than to be closer friends with Mick. To be able to spend more time with him.

After exchanging phones to input phone numbers, you and Mick enter the Mercedes motorhome, saying hello to people who pass and being introduced to anyone that stays long enough to talk. That’s all that Mick wanted to do. Introduce you to anybody and everybody you two come across, but this feeling conflicts with a flint of selfishness from wanting to keep you to himself and stay in the intimate cocoon you guys were the previous night. Still, he introduces you and eventually things calm down for a while and you guys get some time to talk. It was just comfy small talk sprinkled with important details about yourselves. After the 45 minute lull in Friday festivities you knew more about Mick’s sister and her competitive horse riding and what he does when he goes home to Switzerland, and he knew about your recent move to LA and a bit about your journey to becoming a freelance journalist. There were also an ungodly number of dog pictures shown between the two of you. The commotion picked up a bit suddenly which caused you both to automatically look towards the door to see Lewis enter. Through the automatic glass door you can see George and Carmen, exchanging a few more words before giving each other a kiss goodbye and going their separate ways. George inside the motorhome and Carmen off to some other area of the paddock, waving in through the window before leaving.

You and Mick stand from your seats to head over to the two Mercedes drivers, but you trailed behind Mick, nervous to be so up close and personal. You listen and them exchange brief hellos and bro hugs, and give a polite grin when Lewis looks towards you, his face instantly letting you know that he recognized you. “I remember you from yesterday, uh, gosh I’m sorry I don’t think I remember your name.” From the face Lewis had, you could tell that he was racking his brain to remember, but you just reach out your hand to introduce yourself.

“Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to see you again.” As you were introducing yourself, Mick guided you just in front of him, standing slightly off to his left but close enough to feel his body heat radiating, warming your legs which were exposed since you were wearing shorts. You could feel his eyes on you as you shook Lewis' and George’s hands.

“Yes, that’s it. Geez, I’m sorry. The question you asked yesterday was good though.” A large smile popped on your face at the compliment. You adjusted the cream colored tote bag on your shoulder to occupy your hands that wanted to find Mick’s that you knew were somewhere close.

“Woah, your shoes! Those are quite cool!” George’s comment sends everyone's attention, including your own, to the custom Air Force 1’s you wore that had a sunflower design on the toebox and along the swoosh. Your most recent splurge, sans the British Grand Prix trip.

“Your entire fit is rocking actually! Yesterday’s too.” As you partially shy away from the compliments that were being thrown your way, Mick takes the moment to get a good look at you. He saw how you had your hair when you got to the paddock this morning, but his focus on your face kept his eyes away from the black cropped halter top you wore underneath a cream colored linen button up that remained unbuttoned and your jean cutoffs that worked wonders for your legs. You swapped the larger hoop earrings you wore yesterday for smaller ones, still gold to match the layered necklaces you wore. You shift your tote bag further up your shoulder.

“Yeah, you look amazing today.” Even though all three Mercedes drivers were complimenting you simultaneously, your attention immediately went to Mick upon the sound of his voice.

“Thank you.” You voice was soft and accidentally went up an octave, but neither of you noticed as sappy grins grew on both of your faces. With you two in your own realm for the moment, Lewis and George were both left to watch the longing between you two then, after looking at each other with the same knowing look, Lewis cleared his throat to bring you guys back to Earth.

“You gonna be in the garage all weekend, Y/n?” You couldn’t help but smile with Lewis’ gapped smile, but look towards Mick briefly, telepathically asking if what he gave you was a multiday pass.

“Oh, yeah. The pass is for the rest of the weekend.” Mick stuffs his hands in his pockets, which seems to be the only thing he can ever think of to stop himself from wanting to touch you.

“I guess I am.” You laugh, shrugging then grabbing onto your bag handle with both hands.

“Alright! I guess I’ll see you later then.” Lewis shakes your hand and turns to go further back into the motorhome, waiting for George.

“It was very nice to meet you Y/n.” George

Once they were out of earshot, George lightly elbowed Lewis to get his attention. “You saw what I saw, right?”

“Yeah, I did.” Was all Lewis could muster. He knew that this was going to be excruciating to watch.

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ynthewriter An exciting race and new friends are what the British grand prix is about 🏁

Also my article for @motorsportcom is up now!!! "Should Red Bull be Worried about Mercedes' Hastened Improvement?"

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chels2001 Came for the black F1 fan representation, stayed for Mick being your "new friend"

schumimick Us Merc fans gotta stay delusional together

mickschumacher It was lovely meeting you yn! Hope we can hang out again soon! 😊

↳ mercfanf1 ARIANA! WHAT R U DOIN HERE!? HAHA

↳ ynthewriter Thank you for the navigational help! And I've already started to plan our next hang out 🖊️📒

tanirose98 I was so glad to see @kymillman add a black girl to his Women of the Paddock post!!! Her fit was so cute 🥺

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You leaned your head onto Mick’s shoulder while laughing at the joke bouncing between the two of you, Esteban watching the interaction from across the table. Esteban took a bite of his food before interjecting sarcastically. “No, no. That’s fine. Laugh at my misfortune.”

“How can we not laugh at a video of your kart just drifting out of frame…” You couldn’t finish your explanation as you began hysterically laughing, Mick and Esteban joining into the angelic, contagious sound. Mick saw tears starting to fall from your eyes due to your laughter and swiftly grabbed a napkin for you, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Esteban.

“It was wet! They're lucky that I didn’t take everybody behind me out too.” You chuckle at his hilariously disgruntled rebuttal and take a drink from the wine glass in front you.

“That’s true. But to be fair, that would have made it ten times funnier.” Mick jokes with his friend then reaches around the back of your chair, moving one of your locs off of your shoulder before ultimately resting his hand on the chair. You all take the well needed lull in the moment to eat some more of the food in front of you guys, look around at the quaint Belgian restaurant you guys decided to have dinner at Wednesday night before the race weekend began.

“That motorsport article was good. A lot of good insight on how not just Mercedes, but most of the grid is starting to catch up to Red Bull.” You smile at the acclaim given to you by Esteban, briefly turning your head toward Mick when you feel his hand rubbing your shoulder for a moment.

“Thank you. So many comments are saying that I’m delusional, but they’ll see. Motorsport obviously published it for a reason.” You start to dab at your eye when it starts to feel like something was in it and excuse yourself to the bathroom after politely turning down Mick’s offer to look for the offending object himself, leaving just Esteban and Mick at the table.

“She’s nice. But, I feel like I’m sensing something between you two.” Esteban flicks a finger from Mick to the direction that you went.

“We’re just friends.” Mick flashes an innocent, unknowing smile. “She’s nice to have around and talk to, and I hope she thinks the same about me.”

Esteban’s eyes widened in shock at the genuine comment from his friend, surprised at the naivety. “Okay.” He gives an exaggerated nod, deciding not to say anything else as a means to keep his own sanity, grinning at you when you return and sit back down, Mick’s attention completely on you.

Monza

“You what!?” You walk out of the bathroom of your hotel room, face still lathered with face wash as you stare at Mick sitting on your bed.

“I’m racing this weekend.” You gave him no reaction at first, going back to rinse your face off, put your glasses on and stand in front of him, staring at him, analyzing his facial features. His eyes that you have recently noticed look at you with a certain sense of longing, smile lines next to the mouth grinning up at you, hair flopped back due to his head positioning and messy due to his participation in the second practice session that day. You get back to the matter at hand.

“One more time. In my good ear, please.” You exaggeratedly flip your locs away from your ear leaning closer to Mick, making him chuckle. Your close proximity allows him to get a whiff of your sweet smelling hair.

“I’m racing this weekend. George is pretty sick and so they decided that it would be best for me to drive tomorrow. And since I would be driving in qualifying, they decided I should just drive through the rest of the weekend.”

“Wow. I mean, I’m sorry to hear about George, I’ll need to text him.” You sidebar, looking around from your stationary position for your phone, quickly giving up. “But that’s awesome! What!” You instinctively wrap your arms around Mick’s neck in a hug, having to bend down for a moment as he was still seated on the bed in front of you, but he gently stands up, slowly changing the angle of the hug.

“I know. I feel like I should be nervous, but I’m really just excited, you know?” The way he looked at you displayed the pure joy that he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but share that joy, wanting to make sure he keeps this joy. About 30 seconds into the quiet moment of you two, you realize simultaneously you were still embraced, your arms draped over Mick’s shoulders and Mick’s arms wrapped around your waist. You guys break apart, pausing for a beat before Mick continues. “I, uh, also was wondering if you wanted to head to the circuit with me tomorrow?”

You were about to agree, but then Mick’s unsure smile to the request reminded you that he has been riding his motorcycle to the track the past two days, hence the reason you haven’t arrived with him. “On that death machine? No.” You shake your head, your locs shaking side to side.

“Please? I would think if I were to have a good luck charm, it would show up with me.” His smile was now more convincing, boyish, like he’s trying to convince you to give him some ice cream.

“Good luck charm, huh?” You try to keep a straight, skeptical face as Mick comically nods his head. On the inside, though, you were mush at the thought of Mick saying you were his good luck charm. You sigh. “I guess flattery gets you some places, Schumacher. Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, really. I promise I’ll be careful, but you’ll be surprised at how fun it is.” He brings you into a hug as he speaks, cradling your head briefly before pulling away. “And if tomorrow comes and you really don’t want to get on the bike, that is okay.” You guys exchange mundane comments and goodbyes before Mick leaves your room to head back to his own, leaving you with a feeling in your heart that you shake off before finishing your night routine.

__Friday, Autodromo Nazionale di Monza___

Mick stops his bike near the paddock with you still clutching his waist, before your ears registers the lack of sound from the bike. Though the ride itself was adrenaline riddled, you were comforted by Mick’s scent surrounding you, not only from hugging him close as he steered, but also from having to wear his backpack during the ride. You climb off and remove your helmet, regaining your composure as you wait for Mick to remove his helmet to hand him his bag and rearrange your tote on your shoulder that hand to be sandwiched between you two. You guys then begin to head toward the paddock entrance, stopping to say hello to fans standing nearby, then entering, which happened to be at the same time as Toto and Susie Wolff. They’re attention was initially on someone explaining a piece of business that you didn’t pay attention to, but then Toto called Mick over, leaving you and Susie to greet each other.

“You must be Y/n. I have heard a lot about you.” You shake the hand of the lady in front of you, starstruck.

“Mrs. Wolff, it’s so nice to meet you. I hope it’s all good things you’ve heard.” You give her a spritely smile, and though she returns the gesture, your nerves still get to you.

“Trust me dear, it’s all been great. And call me Susie, please.” You see that her attention moved to just behind you which prompts you to turn and look, seeing Julie hesitantly approach as to not rudely interrupt the conversation.

“Hi, sorry. I just wanted to give you these. Just a little thank you for helping me out with set up and clean up and honestly with basically everything else.” She hands you two 4-day press passes that you smile at, confused. “For Vegas and Abu Dhabi.” You go to thank her, but with a wink, she swiftly leaves to her next task.

“Oh, those are a hot commodity.” Susie’s voice inflection makes you feel even more special than Julie’s gesture as you wrap up straps around the passes and place them in your tote.

“I know. What she was talking about, you know helping her, it's just...it's easy to get bored hanging around the track all day so I usually find her and help with whatever she’s doing. I didn't expect this, just wanted to help. I’ll need to find her and thank her later. ” You look in the direction she sped off to then look back to Susie, eyes briefly crossing the path of Mick who also took that moment to look at you. You guys grin at each other, which causes onlooker Susie to smile in amusement.

“Your recent article about Ferrari’s unexpected win in Zandvoort, was good.” The accent laced in her flattery was like music.

“Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. You have no idea the number of comments there's been about me being impractical about the course of the season.” You tend to reach a certain level of passion when discussing your writing, rightfully so, and the familiar tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Mick who turns his head slightly to see you, this time peaking Toto’s interest.

“It’s because you have the balls to challenge Red Bull’s dominance.” Her words briefly shock you, but once you realize who you were talking to, you both laugh at the comment that was undeniably true.

“And considering everything, I definitely need to find Julie to thank her because I only see both championships being decided in either Las Vegas or Abu Dhabi.” At this point, Toto and Mick had came and stood behind their respective lady, Toto wrapping his arm around Susie and Mick standing extremely close, messing with your hair a bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“You need to spread that optimism around the paddock.” Chuckles echo around the group at Toto’s comment.

“I’ll try, but I think I need to get past everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You giggle, making everyone smile. Mick shifts his stance and crosses his arms, not in a way that signifies annoyance, but more in an attempt to physically keep himself together as he stares at your hair, locs up in a high ponytail.

“Trust me, no one thinks that. You’re like a vigilante.” Toto’s oddly worded compliment makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and when he takes a peek at his watch you also check the time on your phone.

“Oh, I guess we better get going. I’m sure we all have somewhere to be.” You comment, everyone agreeing as scattered final remarks are said.

“It was very nice meeting you Y/n.” She pauses for a moment, eyes flashing at Mick and then back to you. “I’m gonna figure out a way for us to work together in the future, okay?”

At first you just look at her in shock, having to tell yourself to reach out and shake her handat first. “Okay, that would be amazing! Thank you! And it was great meeting you, too, Mrs- Susie. Susie." You correct yourself, then wave and say bye to Toto before heading further down the paddock with Mick, leaving the two Wolff’s to debrief on the undertones of the conversation.

“She’s a sweetheart. And a lion with a pen.” Susie comments, Toto’s arm now removed from her shoulders as she turns to fiddle with her husband’s appearance.

“Oh, very nice girl, strong minded. But besides that, you saw them, right? I know I don’t usually concern myself with this stuff, but-” They begin to walk toward the Mercedes motorhome, waving at people as they heard they’re names.

“Oh yeah. They’re in love.” She didn’t even look back at Toto when she spoke, sure of her observations as she stepped into the motorhome.

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter five - dreams✏️

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warning: mentions of insanity, insomnia, and partial (very very small mention) of derealization!!

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a/n: from now on soul from p1h and mingyu from svt will also be smaller characters in the story so don’t be confused when they show up randomly in the next chapter!! they are just going to be a fun comedic relief characters :) i will put a short character reintroduction before the next update

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you have struggled with sleeping your entire life. never being able to fall asleep and then when you eventually pass out from pure exhaustion, the sleep was restless. you lost count of the doctors your parents took you to as a kid. each one coming to the same conclusion. there was nothing wrong with you perse. at least, nothing medically wrong. all of them told your parents that you'll grow out of it one day. that there was nothing they could do on their part besides run more tests that would evidently draw no conclusion and would just be a waste of time for both you and the doctors.

so you had to learn to live with it. you held onto hope that one day you would just magically grow out of it. but as the years drew on and you continued to sleep a most 10-15 hours a week, you just grew used to it. it was irritating most of the time. the constant drowsiness and dark circles under your eyes that never seem to go away.

due to your lack of sleep, you’ve never really had dreams before. at least, none that you could remember.

but recently that has changed. it seems now that every time you are able to sleep, even if it is just for a few minutes, you are drifted away into another dream.

but something is different about these dreams. when you wake up, you remember everything that happened in them. most importantly, you remember the boy that’s there in every dream. the boy you can’t seem to recognize. the boy you sworn you’ve never seen before. and you would surly remember him. he’s beautiful. his hair a white blonde and his brown eyes that look as if the entire universe is in them. and for someone you don’t know, you have grown quite fond of him. you don’t understand how he’s always there, his bright and warming smile welcoming you back to wherever this world is with him. but you aren’t complaining about it.

the dreams are long. or well they feel long at least. in the real world you could only be sleeping for 30 minutes but in the dream world you have already been there for days. you like the dream world. you find yourself anxiously waiting for the next time you fall asleep so you can go back there. so you can see mystery boy again.

neither of you ever bothered to ask for each others name. in fact, you guys don’t talk much. it’s more of a mutual understanding that you both are there together and are happy in each others presence. neither feeling the need to break the peaceful silence you have created. you cherish all of the times you guys have spent together. from the time you guys went cliff jumping to when he taught you how to play the guitar. you’re scared that you won’t be able to go back one day. that for some reason the next time you fall asleep there will just be black. even if you don’t understand why these dreams are happening or who he is, you yearn for them. even if it’s all fake. if it is just something your subconscious mind came up with.

of course, you haven’t told your friends about your dreams. sure, jisung might understand. or at least try to. but the others will just think you’re going crazy. which honestly, might be true.

you too have thought about the possibility of these dreams being some sort of sign of insanity or something else of the sort. it would make sense. you’ve been spreading yourself too thin for the past few months. never knowing when to say no and always wanting others around you to feel appreciated and happy. minho is constantly berating you for being a people pleaser, but you don’t know how to stop. and lately, people have taken notice of your kindness and the way you would drop everything instantly to help someone. between work, university, and your social life, you feel your grasp of yourself slowly slipping away from you.

the only thing that keeps you from losing your grip completely are the dreams. they make you feel happy and safe like before. maybe you were relying too much on the dreams but what does it matter? if you're going to have them you might as well enjoy them. enjoy him.

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you got to the studio before chan this time. still reminiscing on the fantasy you were living just moments before.

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