Anakin As Pe Teacher And Reader As A Literature Teacher??? Rivals To Lovers, Now I Need To Write That

I need a r2d2

y/n: but look at him! He is soo cutee, should we adopt him? *rise the kitten*

anakin: we still have R2D2, we can't have another pet

r2d2: *angry robotic noises*

Too Vanilla | FC43

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Reader

Summary: Franco is very open about his past sex life - maybe a bit too much for you, which eventually makes you insecure.

Author's Note: this is super short but i got the inspo after seeing a small extract of franco on the nude project (i then proceeded to watch the entire thing even tho i barely speak spanish lol) and yeah, I'll say more in the end notes lol but iykyk😭

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

“You’re quiet tonight”, Franco pointed out. “More than usual.”

Shit, was the only word now echoing in your mind. You didn’t think you had been that quiet. Franco and you were having a peaceful night in, cuddling in bed while watching some stupid show whose laughing track was way funnier than the actual jokes.

“Just enjoying the time with you, that’s all.”

Franco knew better. He knew from the way his arms were around you, your hands on your lap and not holding his like you usually did. He knew from the way your body wasn’t entirely relaxed against his.

He just knew you.

“I kinda wanna call bullshit on that, I know you’re lying. Or at least hiding something,” he clarified.

“And what would I be hiding?”

“I don’t know”, he admitted.

And that was it. You both stayed silent for several minutes after the exchange. But now that it was out there, you could feel Franco’s eyes on you. And with the way that he was now holding one of your hands in his, his thumb gently stroking your skin? It was just a matter of time before you were spilling whatever secret you were hiding. Which you did, when you felt him hugging you a bit tighter from where he was sitting behind you.

“It’s about the videos”, you eventually blurted out.

“The videos?” Franco repeated.

“That one video where you did the put a finger down thing”, you explained. “And the most recent podcast.”

“What about those?” He asked, slightly straightening up, before muting the TV.

“Well, you talked about having had sex in a car before, and the podcast…”

“Did I say something wrong in the podcast?”

“It’s not something you said, it’s just how I felt about it.”

“Okay.” Franco nodded, still a bit confused. “Please communicate with me, how did that make you feel?”

“You were talking about pre-race sex somehow helping with your performance, because it was like– relaxing. You also mentioned that having sex on the first date was more than fine for you... And then, I got insecure about it.”

“You got insecure because I’ve been whoring around?” There were certainly better ways to form the question, but at least Franco was trying his best. “You know it all happened before we got together, yeah? I haven’t done that in a while.”

“And that’s the issue!” You exclaimed as you shifted a bit away from him, your side profile now facing him.

“What? You’re saying you’d want me to do those things again?” Safe to say, he was lost. “I'm not sure I get it, what’s the real issue regarding us?”

“The sex, Franco!” You had raised your voice a bit, immediately regretting it. You moved again to sit cross-legged, now actually facing him. “Or more like the lack of it.”

“And that’s the issue because…?” He encouraged you to keep going, still not getting your point.

“Because I’m not having sex with you?” You tried to make him understand. “Because I will probably never have sex with you? Because everything between us is just too vanilla – even more than a middle schoolers’ relationship?”

You expected any reaction from Franco, literally anything. Except him laughing. But that’s what he was doing right now. He had just bursted out laughing.

But you weren’t laughing, far from it. You were just looking at him, widened eyes at his reaction.

“Oh my… oh God…” Franco did his best to calm down, slowly breathing in and out to stop laughing. “Since when is the lack of sex in our relationship an issue? You never brought this up before.”

“I mean, we did talk about it when we got together.”

“But still, I thought we were on the same wavelength? Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?”

“It’s not like– important…”

“Kinda seems like it is”, Franco interrupted.

“Okay, maybe it is. But it’s just that– like– yes, we had agreed that it wasn’t necessary between us… but just watching the podcast and seeing you talk about it, seeing people comment on it–”

“Fuck the comments.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be paying attention to them…” You admitted. “But I just got in my head, and then I started overthinking…”

“And you thought that us not having sex had become a problem for me? Without asking me what my actual opinion was?”

“Bingo,” you confirmed with a dry laugh.

The silence settled once again between the two of you, but it wasn’t as heavy as earlier. Franco took your hands in his, squeezing them in reassurance.

“How much of the podcast did you watch?” He eventually asked.

“The segment of you talking about pre-race sex, obviously.” You rolled your eyes at him as your voice was full of sarcasm. "And the sex-on-the-first-date moment.

“But did you watch what I said after?”

“Yeah, a bit.” You tried to recall how long the extract had been. “The whole thing wasn’t entirely subbed so I didn’t actually watch everything but–”

“So you remember what I talked about after that?” Franco waited for you to nod before he continued. “About the difficulty of creating real bonds with people, finding a connection, something that matters… That’s you”, he claimed. “You’re the person with who I share an actual bond. The person who I know is here for me, who loves me, and who I love back. What’s between us is precious, something I wanna cherish and care for until you’ll stop having me.”

“I’ll never stop, though.” You tried to avoid Franco’s gaze, ashamed of having doubted his feelings.

“Well, I hope so.” Franco squeezed your hands once again, before he let go of them to cup your face and wipe your cheeks. “You shouldn’t be crying because of me.”

“Bro”, you said with a deadpan tone. “You’re out there declaring your love for me and I’m not supposed to cry?”

“When you say it like that…”

He laughed. But this time, you enjoyed hearing it. And it made you laugh too.

The situation shouldn’t have been a laughing matter – not for most people – but still, you were laughing together. Then, Franco leaned in, his hands still on your cheeks. You leaned towards him as well, and he closed the space between you to kiss you.

For every insecurity you would ever have, Franco would be there to appease them. And for every dumb insecurity like this one, Franco would just have to remind you that the ‘vanilla’ relationship between the two of you was worth so much more than any pre-race sex he could ever have. And maybe he would also remind you that despite not having sex, the make out sessions between you two were sometimes far from being vanilla.

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Ok so this one's a bit more personal than others (not counting that one logan fic in which i poured my heart lol)

Ik there's this franco persona we all see as being the epitome of no pr training bc bro is sharing loads of private stuff - and it ain't even that deep tbh like he's just a guy🎀 (btw i did watch the entire pod which was super interesting bc i didn't know that much ab franco before f2 so i recommend!!)

But yeah, this one's for my ace girlies out there who, like me, might think that it's impossible to find love bc most people will expect sex in a relationship💜

This was just a short n' sweet fic that i thought went well w franco (who's the green flag we all need in our lives) - mostly written for my own mental health bc i needed some self love & reassurance🤍

Thanks for reading<3 I'll see you soon, take care of yourselves, i love y'all xx

A diferentes velocidades (Lando x Lectora)

Resumen: durante cierto evento de la FIA, el par de pilotos compartió una entrevista. Y desde ese momento, Lando se obsesionó con la mujer.

Masterlist de mi autoría

~¿Yo? Apuesto por Red Bull. Se desarrollaron mejor en la última carrera.~

~Pero yo soy mejor, saqué el mejor tiempo. 1 minuto y 12 segundos... ¿No te parece bueno?~

~Depende en qué ámbito y contexto... ¿No te parece? Puede parecer... poquito.~

La manera en que el rostro de Lando se tornó rojo en un segundo fue un meme y suceso destacable del ámbito a partir de ese momento. Sumado a los masajes de Amsterdam, la sonrisa y rostro carmesí de Norris fueron patrimonio nacional entre sus fanáticos, quienes no tardaron en hacer miles de edits con la escena.

Si... Fue una locura.

Y ____ no esperaba que fuera para tanto.

La piloto de rally coincidió con Norris en el enorme hall del evento, y por pura gentileza accedió a la entrevista pedida por cierta periodista. No esperaba tal revuelo por tan bobalicón comentario.

El Motorsport Games de la FIA llevaba solo unos pocos años en el mapa, apenas se estaba acercando a la popularidad media. Y la mujer tenía los patrocinadores justos y necesarios para sustentar su lugar. Ahora le llovían interesados.

Y no solo patrocinadores.

~Se te vio en las gradas de la última carrera ¿No conseguiste acceso al paddock incluso ganando el oro el viernes?~

~Nos discriminan a los de mi categoría. FIA, dame el gusto ¿Si?~____ rió apenas~. Es broma, la verdad no solicité nada... Esperemos que si Checo ve esto, me invite a su palco. Sería un honor.~

~¿Y... Si McLaren ofrece un lugar?~

~... ¿Oscar sería tan considerado?~fingió confusión, pero no tardó en sonreír~... La verdad es que desde aquel día no volví a hablar con Lando, fue algo del momento y ya. Temo arruinar nuestros shippeos para los fans de Tik Tok.~ Se encogió de hombros divertida.

Se equivocaba.

El fin de semana anterior, Lando estuvo al completo pendiente de la mujer.

Puede que no entendiera mucho de la categoría donde ella estaba, pero con tal de verla y saber más de ella, se mantuvo bastante entretenido.

—Es por tiempo, pero Sprint... O algo asi.—

—... ¿Estuviste toda la tarde mirando eso?—

Oscar llegó al departamento casi de noche, encontrándose a Lando en el salón común, mirando la última carrera, donde ____ salió campeona.

—____ ganó... Con una diferencia de media hora.—señaló sonriente la pantalla, donde la mujer se quitaba el casco agitada, dejándolo en el techo del auto—. Mírala... Es tan atractiva que volvería loco a cualquiera.—

—¿Esto fue ayer no? Deberías mandarle un mensaje, felicitarla.—la sonrisa de Lando se desvaneció.

—No.—

—¿Qué? ¿por qué?... No me digas que te da pena, justo a ti.—

El chico no dijo nada, solo se limitó a seguir mirando el televisor.

____ subía al techo de su auto junto a su copiloto, alzando la bandera de México con una sonrisa radiante pese al cansancio.

Lando no duraría mucho más manteniéndose lejos.

La mañana de ____ empezó como cualquier otra ese viernes, con la única -e interesante- diferencia de un sobre en su correspondencia.

—... No me digas que es lo que creo que es.—

____ le mostró a Lucas, su copiloto, el pase para el paddock de ese fin de semana. Era para el sector de McLaren.

—Parece que Norris te tuvo en cuenta al final.—

La mujer se sorprendió por el gesto, pero no tardó en sonreír.

—Ella está aquí, la vi en el salón general.—

—¿Quién?—

—____.—

Lando se levantó enseguida del sofá, mirando a Oscar como si le hubiese dado la mejor noticia del año.

—¿Dónde?—

—En el salón general... ¿Estás bien?—

—Iré a saludar.—caminó hacia la puerta, pero se congeló antes de abrirla—... No, mejor no.—

—... ¿Sabes algo? Hace mucho no veía a éste Lando nervioso e inseguro. No lo extrañaba.—Oscar lo vio dar unos brincos en el lugar, dándose valor—. Solo ve y di hola, no es tan dificil.—

—Para ti es fácil decirlo.—

—Pues si, a mi no me gusta ni me da miedo.—

Lando estaba por negar aquello, cuando unos toques en la puerta los interrumpió.

Si el chico ya estaba bastante exaltado por la situación, ver a la mujer ahí de pie le explotó la cabeza.

—Oh, que bueno encontrarte. Llevo buscándote un buen rato.—la chica sonrió enseguida.

—¿Me... Buscabas?—

—Pues sí, para agradecerte.—____ alzó el carnet VIP—. Gracias, Lando. Todo es genial por aquí... Para nada el ámbito del rally.—

—¿Extrañas el polvo y el calor?—Oscar llamó su atención. ____ rió entre dientes.

—Para nada, Oscar... Es un placer conocerte, por cierto.—Lo vio sonreír. ____ volvió su atención a Lando, quien parecía paralizado—... ¿Estás bien?—

—Si. Muy bien. Excelente... Que bueno que viniste, digo, que hayas aceptado las entradas... Para venir a apoyarnos.—sonrió nervioso.

—Oye oye, más despacio.—____ señaló su gorra de Red Bull—. Checo sigue siendo mi favorito.—

—... ¿Algún requisito en específico para que uses una gorra mía al menos por hoy?—

Lando se animó a decir aquello, sin saber bien cómo lo tomaría la mujer. Sintió burbujas en el estómago al verla sonreír.

—Si me regalas una y la firmas... Podría considerar ser tu fan, solo por hoy.—el rostro del hombre se iluminó.

Lando le sonreía a la nada leyendo los comentarios de aquella publicación.

Los fanáticos dejaban volar su imaginación con aquel posteo, y el piloto disfrutaba de los delirios ficticios de todos.

Después de la carrera, Lando no tuvo oportunidad de buscar a la mujer, quien tuvo que irse temprano por su agenda. Al otro día empezaba otro circuito para ella también.

Pero aún así, recibió un mensaje que le alegró la noche.

—¿Te estás mensajeando con ella?—Lando enfocó la mirada en su compañero, quien dormitaba en el sofá contrario—. La cara de tonto te delata.—

—Pidió disculpas por irse antes... Y nos felicita por haber ganado los primeros puestos... Dice que le gustaría volver a vernos, cenar juntos o algo asi.—

—O sea que quiere verme a mi también, no es que tú le gustes.—

—Disfrutas sabotear mis ilusiones ¿Verdad?—

—No son ilusiones, creo que a estas alturas, todo el mundo sabe que podría haber algo.—

Por si no fuera ya un bombazo ver a la mujer en el paddock usando la gorra de Lando, ver al McLaren en Egipto celebrando la reciente victoria de la mujer terminó de explotar entre los fanáticos.

—Somos tendencia, compañero.—

Lando miró a la mujer entrar al restaurante, usando un vestido demasiado provocador para su gusto. Lo amó.

—¿Y cómo no serlo? Llevamos todo el día provocando en redes.—la miró sentarse frente a él—. Estas muy linda... Imposible imaginar que hace unas horas estabas cubierta de arena... y también estabas muy linda.—la escuchó reír.

—Gustos extraños los tuyos... Es como si yo admitiera que adoro verte al final de las carreras agitado y sudado.—alzó las cejas con burla.

—Pues a mi si me gusta verte agitada y sudada después de las carreras...—

El par de pilotos comenzó a meterse en terreno peligroso...

Cuando no dices ❛ Te amo ❜.

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(🐚) choi seungcheol.

SeungCheol ya se había preparado para ir al gimnasio cuando iba a salir de la habitación, acercándose hacia ti para dejar un beso en tus labios y despedirse. — Regresaré pronto, te amo — Dijo, inclinándose sobre tu figura recostada en la cama, dejando varios besos en tus labios.

— Está bien, cariño — Fue lo único que respondiste, teniendo la intención de jugarle una broma que habías visto en Internet la noche anterior. Tu novio se dió media vuelta y repitió el "Te amo" esperando escuchar una respuesta, sin embargo, ver que te quedaste callada hizo que se detuviera.

— Bebé, te dije que te amo, ahora dilo — Se dió media vuelta, regresando a la cama y recargándose sobre ti, causándote risas por su intensa mirada. — Dilo — Pidió suavemente, besando tus labios.

— Te amo —.

— Así me gusta — Dejó un último beso en tus labios antes de salir de la habitación.

(🌊) yoon jeonghan.

JeongHan coloca una mano en su cintura, sosteniéndose de la puerta al mismo tiempo te miraba en el sofá, conteniendo tu risa. — ¿Qué acabo de decir? — Levantó una ceja, sabiendo que todo era un juego debido a que no pudiste resistirte a reír a causa de sus ojos expectantes que esperaban una respuesta.

— Que irías a la tienda de convivencia, ¿No? — Fingiste no saberlo, riendo a carcajadas apenas viste como puso sus ojos en blanco.

— He dicho que te amo — Repitió, dando unos pasos hacia ti y deteniéndose en frente tuyo, queriendo evitar sonreír.

— Yo también te amo — Contestaste con una sonrisa finalmente, logrando que JeongHan se fuera tranquilamente hacia la tienda de convivencia.

(☀) hong joshua.

Joshua se detiene en medio del pasillo cuando no te escucha responderle, durando unos segundos allí de pie mientras pensaba en lo que pudo haber hecho mal. — Love, ¿Acaso hice algo mal? — Preguntó con el rostro de preocupado al mismo tiempo que se daba vuelta y se acercaba hacia ti.

Tu novio podía ser tan irresistible, que no pudiste soportar el hecho de que te mirase de esa forma, por lo que, la broma no duró tanto.

— No hiciste nada malo, solo estaba jugando — Aseguraste con una sonrisa, plantando un suave beso en sus labios.

Joshua asintió. — Está bien, pero dilo de nuevo —.

— Te amo —.

(🐚) wen junhui.

Jun estaría tan confundido, dejaría de observar su teléfono luego de haberte dicho que te ama de repente y no hubieses contestado. Ambos se encontraban en el sofá entre montones de mantas, sin embargo, el silencio había sido interrumpido por la inesperada confesión de amor de tu novio.

— Cariño, te dije que te amo — Repitió, algo confundido. Tú parecías algo distraída, así que lo miraste finalmente una vez sostuvo tu mano y la acarició con delicadeza. — ¿Sucede algo? ¿Te sientes mal? —.

No pudiste evitar sonreír, negando con tu cabeza. — Yo también te amo, Junnie — Y ahí fue cuando lo viste sonreír de la forma más dulce.

(🌊) kwon soonyoung.

Todos conocemos a SoonYoung, por ende, sería un total drama no oírte contestarle.

— ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué no me respondes? — Decía mientras te seguía por toda la casa, sin importarle que estuviese llegando tarde al trabajo, simplemente quería escucharte decirlo. — Te dicho que te amo — Habló nuevamente, logrando que te detuvieras en medio del pasillo.

Te diste media vuelta. — Te amo — Respondiste, riendo a carcajadas en el instante que viste su rostro de emoción y lo abrazaste. Aún así, eso no lo tendría totalmente satisfecho debido a que durante el resto día, te llamaría varias veces solo para que le dijeras que lo amas.

(☀) jeon wonwoo.

WonWoo no está acostumbrado a decirte "Te amo", por tanto cuando ambos estaban en la sala, cada quién ocupado haciendo lo suyo en total silencio, su repentina confesión te tomó muy desprevenida, tanto que ni siquiera sabías que decir.

Giraste tu rostro apenas lo escuchaste decir aquello a lo bajo, sorprendida. WonWoo volvió a hacer lo que estaba haciendo luego de notar que te quedaste en silencio, internamente pensando que no dirías nada más, no obstante, también le toma desprevenido lo que dices.

— Yo también te amo —.

(🐚) lee jihoon.

A JiHoon no le molesta sino le respondes, no es como si decir que amas a alguien fuese algo de no tanta importancia, pero te conocía y sabía que a veces te costaba mucho más que a él decirlo, por lo que estaba un poco acostumbrado a no recibir una respuesta.

— Te amo — Soltaste de la nada cuando estabas sentada en una esquina de su estudio, llamando su atención. JiHoon se remueve los audífonos con los que estaba escuchando una pieza, girando sobre su silla para verte con una sonrisa en el rostro.

— ¿Qué dijiste? — Preguntó, alzando una ceja.

— Que te amo — Repetiste y lentamente pudiste ver como sus ojos se achicaban debido a la gran sonrisa en su rostro.

(🌊) lee seokmin.

SeokMin sería un poco sensible, pensaría que había hecho algo mal cuando no le habías respondido aquella noche que estaban hablando en la cama, así que en el momento en que te dijo que te amaba, ya te encontrabas durmiendo profundamente y él ni siquiera se había dado cuenta de ello, por ende, a la mañana siguiente tuviste que despertarte junto a un novio preocupado y con los ojos brillantes.

— Te amo mucho — Confesaste mientras reías, ya que el solo pensar que había dormido imaginando que estabas enojada con él y lo habías ignorado cuando solamente te habías dormido, te daba gracia.

(☀) kim mingyu.

Sería igual de dramático que Hoshi, lo que te haría reír por su actuación. 

Lo viste quedarse paralizado en frente de la puerta, estando a punto de salir a pasear en su bicicleta, girando su cabeza al instante. — Amor, ¿No escuchaste? Dije que te amo — Habló, acercándose hacia la cama y tomando asiento a un lado, cruzando sus brazos y observando hacia la pared.

— No me iré hasta que lo digas — Aseguró, escuchándote reír y una vez que terminaste de ello, te miró, esperando una respuesta.

— Te amo — Dijiste finalmente, viendo como una gran sonrisa se asomaba en su cara hasta que inclinó y dejó un beso en tus labios.

(🐚) xu minghao.

Ambos se encontraban regresando de una cita romántica mientras tu novio manejaba con una sola mano y con la otra sostenía tu mano, dejando un beso en tus nudillos y susurrando un "Te amo" a lo bajo.

El silencio inundó el carro y mordiste tus labios fuertemente para evitar sonreír, sintiendo como te miraba varias veces antes de enfocar su atención en la carretera otra vez. — ¿Hice algo mal? — Fue lo único que tuvo que decir para que no pudieras continuar con tu broma, teniendo que explicarle inmediatamente.

— Bien, ahora dilo — Pidió suavemente, sonriendo al instante cuando te escuchó decirlo.

(🌊) boo seungkwan.

Pertenecería al combo de los dramáticos y de forma descarada, debido a que estaba pasando por la cocina y te dijo que te amaba, esperando que le respondieras y aún si estabas a espaldas de él sentada en el sofá, no pudiste contener tu risa apenas sentiste como se acercó hacia ti por detrás y tocó tu hombro.

— Disculpa, pero te acabo de confesar mi amor, ¿Sabes? — Te observa, cruzando sus brazos, sin embargo no le das respuesta. — ¿No lo vas a hacer? Bien, da igual — Dijo y se dió media vuelta.

Durante el resto del día, trataría de ignorarte por completo, pero su misión fracasaría en el momento en que te acurrucas junto a él y le dices que lo amas.

(☀) chwe hansol.

Silenciosamente se confunde y se desconcierta un poco cuando no le contestas, no obstante, tampoco hace un espectáculo por ello, simplemente le hace bastante raro que no le hayas contestado, así que cuando te está ayudando a lavar los trastes y le dices "Te amo", decide mantenerse callado, pero no puede ocultar la sonrisa que se asoma en su rostro y se acerca hacia ti, dejando un beso en tu mejilla.

(🐚) lee chan.

Tu silencio sin respuesta le hace pensar que hizo algo mal, por lo tanto, suspiraría y tomaría tus manos entre las suyas, preguntándote al respecto. — Estás enojada, ¿No? — Dijo, sintiéndose culpable por lo que sea que haya hecho, pero no puedes resistirte ante su rostro de preocupación y lanzas sobre él en un abrazo.

— Yo también te amo, solo estaba jugando — Le explicas, dejando múltiples besos en sus labios que causan que sus mejillas se sonrojen.

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⊹ Writing Challenge (01 AU)

im super sleepy

don't worry about posting vee! I have the same problem (a lot of thing happening in life plus writing in Spanish ans rewriting in english) Im curious, do you have a writing routine? 🤍

Hi and thank you so much for understanding!

And yes, I do have a writing routine as it isn’t only the best for me and my pretty busy life (uni, work and also some other classes and having a social life), but also because I really wanted to write more this 2025!

If you wanna know it detailed, here it is! Also, if you have some questions about it, or you want me to post more about this, or even some advice (i'm not an expert), just tell me :)

‧ First of all, I try writing daily at least 1k words a day. This is not always possible, but my intention is what actually counts. ‧ My writing time is during the mornings (if i have them free), after lunch time and also, at night. ‧ Before writing, I spend time doing a detailed planning of everything i'm going to write. This might seem stupid, but for me is so useful since I don't have to stop and think if I get blank at some point (even I change certain details while writing). ‧ From Monday to Thursday I write series chapters, while from Friday to Sunday I write one shots/individual fics. ‧ Also, I use weekends to do a detailed planning on all my series as I have many of them, and all of them are settled in the two different Formula 1 universes created by me and some of my fellow F1 writers friends. ‧ And don't forget all the time I spend correcting my fics after writing them in Spanish, and then translating in English and doing corrections! ‧ Last, but not least, I also publish on Wattpad, so I have to promote my fics on social media, specially TikTok and soon, on Instagram too! I have to make content to post, as well as covers, gifs and every single piece of media for my readers, if I have some of them, to like the story better)

Overall, writing takes me too much time so I hope you understand if sometimes I can't post! However, I'm absolutely grateful because all of this is so worth it since lots of you seem to love my fics <3

“Not all men. Nah, who am I kidding? All men”

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x GF! Reader ✯

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She was pacing the living room, phone pressed to her ear as she chatted with her best friend. The conversation had taken its usual turn into juicy gossip, her friend recounting the latest drama with one of her coworkers.

“So, he goes on three dates with her, right? Three! And then just ghosts her. Like, how do men even function like this?” her friend said, exasperated.

She hummed in agreement, rolling her eyes even though she couldn’t see her. “Yeah, men are just... ugh, they’re all the same sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” her friend shot back. “Girl, always. Every single time.”

That made her laugh. “Okay, fine. Men are always like this, gosh.” she paused for a beat, then added with a mischievous chuckle, “Not all men. Nah, who am I kidding? All men.”

Her friend cracked up on the other end of the line, and she joined her, the two of them feeding off each other’s energy. “God, you’re so right,” her friend said. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later. Thanks for the laugh.”

“Anytime,” she said, smiling as she hung up and slipped her phone into her pocket.

The room was quiet now, except for the soft rustle of pages turning. She glanced up, seeing Seb on the couch, book in hand, but the amused grin on his face told her he’d heard every word.

“So,” he said, setting his book down and folding his arms. “All men, huh?”

“Wait, you were listening?” she chuckled, “to my very private top secret conversation?” she joked.

He grinned wider, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he teased back, “Well, I must say, I learned some rather…pertinent information about the male species today. Seems we're all just a bunch of clueless, womanizing ghosts.” He chuckled softly, standing up from the couch.

“I stand corrected,” she started, her grin wedding with the banter, “queer men are usually not like that.” 

Seb laughed and walked over to her, slipping an arm around her waist. “Queer men, huh? Well, I guess that means I'm still in the doghouse then,” he joked, giving her a playful squeeze.

Seb grinned mischievously as he pulled her closer. “But hey, if all men are really that bad, why do you keep hanging around this one?” he teased, his blue eyes twinkling with playful accusation. “Maybe you secretly enjoy the thrill of being surrounded by such a charming rogue.”

“Okay, okay, maybe not all men,” she finally conceded, “but always a man.”

Seb chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I suppose that's fair. I mean, let's not forget who was chasing after who in the beginning,” he said with a playful smirk. “I seem to recall a certain someone keeping things casual, while I was the eager one wanting to make things serious. Sounds like you were the real rogue there, love.”

She chuckled slightly, as there was true in his words. “Okay, maybe you're like the exception,” she admitted, smiling.

Seb grinned triumphantly and pulled her in for a quick, playful spin. “Now you're talking! I guess even the most die-hard cynic can find a decent bloke now and then,” he teased, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before releasing her.

“Die-hard cynic? Me?” she said, her faux offense evident in her tone.

Seb winked playfully as he took a step back. “Well, you know what they say —the more cynical they are, the more they need a good man to prove them wrong,” he quipped with a cheeky grin. “And lucky for me, I seem to have succeeded in my noble quest.” Seb's grin softened into a more tender smile as he reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips lightly brushing her cheek. “But in all seriousness, you know I'm just happy to be the exception to your rule.”

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✯ authors note: I just loved the quote “Not all men, but always a man” Also the images are a little random lol

English is not my first language, and I hope you liked it <3

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@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

Summary: Reader runs away from home because of her parents' mental abuse, Anakin receives her.

Warning: Mental Abuse

Tags: Comfort, Confessions, Friends to Lovers

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Walking along the street, it looked like the sky was about to fall, the storm was strong, and your wet clothes made it difficult to advance. Some people were running under the rain, and others hid under the roof; you walked, how fast you were able. 

You were mentally tired, and even if you were freezing, it was so much better than staying in your parent's house. You knew the way to your comfort, to the person who could make you safe, and loved. At the end of the street, a little blue house highlighted among the others, your hands shaking, and your wet eyes weren't a barrier to knock on the door; at first, with a soft punch, but when no one answered, your desperation took control under your decisions. You heard the steps coming, and tried to straighten your hair; the door opened, letting you see him. 

Anakin was startled, his clothes were dirty and his face was stained with dust, but you were worse off. Your wet hair, red nose and eyes worried him immediately, wrapping his arms around and pulling you inside. 

“ Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how dangerous it is going out with this storm?” Anakin took off one of his clothes to cover you, his voice sounded like he was furious, you were aware that he was worried; he was always worried about you, and you also wanted to do something for him, but he never came to you to ask for a favour. His hands attempted to share some warmth, your skin was cold and the wet clothes did not help. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go'' Hearing your whisper, made Anakin understand. You didn't mean to put yourself in danger, you just wanted to escape. Anakin was aware of the problem that your parents represented, instead of being responsible for their own mistakes, they chose to responsibilize you for that. Mentally abusing you, every time they were stressed. 

He lent you some clothes, they were too big for you but the fabric was soft and a faint whiff of Anakin’s perfume, which instantly made you feel safe. R2D2 was there, next to you, you posed your hand on the top of his head. 

“Hi, R2” he made some happy robotic sounds causing your smile. Anakin entered the room checking if you were more calm than before, you noticed him and without stopping yourself you called him. Right away, your ears blushed. 

“ Sorry, I was just… Are you feeling better now? ” It was the first time that Anakin looked like this, shy or at least that was how you saw him. He wasn't shy, he was trying to hide his anger, his frustration for not being able to protect you from your parents. 

“ Yes, thank you for the clothes” you replied, settling down to get out of the bed. With a smile "Did I surprise you?”

Anakin leaned against the door frame.

“ A lot, actually. But I'm glad you came here” If you were close to him, he knew that he could protect you. “Is there something you want to eat?” 

Standing up you smiled kindly, Anakin's house was beautiful, it was comfortable but most of all it had Anakin in it; however no matter how kind he is, you could not abuse his time and space. 

“No, I think I should go to my house” The abuse of your parents, their words were strong, but that shouldn't mean that you should simply carry away yourself for your desires. You passed by his side. “ I will send you back these clothes, probably tomorrow after work. Sorry for annoying your evening”

“Annoying?” Anakin laughed stunned. “If I tell you I don't find you annoying, would you stay for dinner?”

You giggled nervously, his touch on your wrist and his words were a clarifying factor as to why your heart was beating so fast. You knew you were useless, that your feelings for Anakin were something that you could not allow yourself, that you should try harder for being enough. 

“ Anakin, really, I'm glad but-” 

“ If you’re glad, you should thank me accepting my proposing” 

Anakin was asking you for something, and you couldn't handle saying no to him. You were good at cooking, so you offered to do it, but Anakin was very persistent with the idea of him cooking. You and R2D2, were not convinced as much as him, promising to keep an eye on him, the result was good, and a much tastier meal than you had thought was served.

“ What did they say this time?” Suddenly Anakin asked in the silence of the dinner, since you didn't understand, he added “I mean, your parents, what did they say? “

“ Uh, nothing, they were angry and we fought” Trying to sound like you were fine, your eyes didn't direct towards him. 

“You fought…?” Anakin asked before fakely smiling. “If they are insulting, it's not a fight. Its abuse ”

Stupid, dumb bitch, useless, you're only a problem. 

“ No… I don't think it's like that” you murmured trying to convince yourself. You were aware that your parents weren't the best, or even kind. You felt hurt, unfortunately they were your parents, and no matter how much pain they do to you, hating them was so much harder than anyone could imagine. 

“ You don't deserve to be treated like this” Anakin affirmed with the confidence that you didn't have.  Anakin grabbed your hand, gently touching it. “Not even for your parents” 

His voice was sweet, giving you chills, your heart was weak. 

“ Anakin, you're kind and I don't deserve-” 

“ T/n don't even dare to say that, you're fantastic” Anakin breathed, he needed to ask for it “Stay this night” 

You didn't pretend to misunderstand his words. 

“ I like you, and I want to stay with you, I want to protect you” He added.

Maybe, there was nothing to misunderstand. He kneels down in front of you.  “Ani…” you were out of breath. “ I like you too ”

OKAY I made so much mistakes, remember spanish is my first language and im just learning english.