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A GIFT FOR KEEPER OF THE STARS
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EACH OTHER BEST KEPT SECRET | Sebastian Vettel
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sebastian vettel x carlos gf!reader
summary: seb's is feeling like shit and the only thing that will make him feel better is having a one night stand with carlos sainz's girlfriend
word count: 4328
warnings: cheating, y/n is carlos sainz's gf and seb is married to hanna (pls do not cheat to your partners!). smut (oral, both female and male receiving; fingering, p in v). curse words. slight degradation. narrated on seb's pov. use of y/n y/l/n.
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Mick was by my side with a drink in his hand. He was constantly smiling despite getting a worse result, which only made me feel worse. I had dragged myself here so as not to look bad, and all I felt was that I was letting him down and had become more of a burden to him.
How could I enjoy this crappy party when all I wanted was this season to end when it just started?
"Do you really think bringing me here would help me?" I asked him as I waited for the seventh drink I thought I had taken. "I'm not in the mood, and I'm too old for this."
"I know you're not feeling well, Seb, but you need to disconnect a bit. Trust me, you will feel better.”
I reluctantly agreed.
I tried to smile at everyone who greeted or simply looked at me. I even tried to mingle among the bodies swaying back and forth, as drunk as I was, but it was impossible.
I was disappointed with myself. From being a threat on the track to seeming like a rookie.
"You don't look like a rookie, Seb. At least, not like me."
The voice of the recent Haas addition snapped me out of my thoughts. Had I said that out loud?
"Remember why you started all this, Seb," the boy continued. "The passion you have is still there. What's different are the results you're getting."
"Did I speak out loud?"
"This is the definitive sign for me to realize you’ve had enough alcohol today,” he pointed at my glass, filled to the brim with gin and tonic. "That's the last drink you're having. I don't want to drag you to your room. What would Hanna say if she saw you like this?"
She'd probably want me to have a good time, for sure.
"That I should stop drinking, or what?" I replied to Schumacher.
"Exactly. Don't let the pressure collapse you, Seb. You don't deserve that."
After talking a bit more about the disastrous first race of the year that we both had, Mick dragged me to the center of the dance floor. I refused several times at first, insisting that I wasn't one to let loose in front of others, but the boy was so enthusiastic, and I was so wasted, that I decided to go along with him and the atmosphere.
I moved not as timidly as I expected to the rhythm of the music, setting aside my worries and, above all, starting to care less and less about what would happen from now on with every drop of alcohol I ingested.
I noticed how suddenly Mick stopped. His gaze was fixed on a girl who passed next to us and who, undoubtedly, looked quite attractive, at least that's what the blond's looks confirmed. I also stopped my body's dance and turned to her, but it was quite difficult to recognize who she was among the crowd. Her dark green sequined dress and her raven hair, falling in waves over her back, were, at that moment, the only things that seemed to stand out from her in the dimness of the nightclub.
Who the hell was the girl who seemed to have caught my eye?
"Seb, are you coming?"
Mick's shouts over the music briefly made my eyes divert to him, then quickly return my attention to the stranger. She was now moving quite sensually with who knows who, somehow making me, Sebastian Vettel, married and a father, start to get excited.
"You go ahead, Mick. I'd rather stay here for a while."
My answer, barely audible, was a complete lie.
Of course, I wanted to go with him. What I didn't want was to once again succumb to temptation as I did with Astrid a few years ago.
"Wait, Mick!" I shouted, approaching the boy enough to grab him by the bottom of his shirt and pull him back to me. "Who is she?"
"Don't you know her? Seriously?"
I denied it too many times for him not to understand.
Did he really think that if I knew who she was, I would be asking him?
Mick, with a mischievous smile, finally understood that I was more confused than I would like.
"It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. An influencer. She makes TikTok videos and all that stuff," the blond whispered in my ear. "She's also Carlos's girlfriend, in case you're interested to know."
I tried to remember, but the drunkenness prevented me from recalling any kind of connection or image of that girl. Y/N Y/L/N, Carlos's girlfriend... Sainz? Of course, it had to be Sainz, there was no other Carlos on the grid... that I knew of.
"Oh, yeah, of course," I lied. The last thing I wanted was to admit that right now I didn't remember anything about that girl. "Carlos Sainz dad or son?" I added, then laughed.
Mick looked at me, raising an eyebrow. Clearly, my last comment didn't amuse him.
"You seriously don't remember her?"
"Well, I talk to too many people throughout the day, and I have more important things on my mind than that girl whose dress gives her a perfect ass, you know?" I tried to excuse myself.
"If you don't know her, as you say... Why don't you go and say hello? It never hurts to socialize, and maybe it'll help you forget all the birds you have flying around in your head," the boy insisted, ignoring my previous comments.
I felt a mix of shyness and concern invading me. If I approached the supposed girlfriend of Sainz, not only was I letting down my wife, but also a colleague. I didn't know who could be around here or what might happen if we were seen talking.
I was sure that if I approached her, there were two options: either I made her uncomfortable, or everything was misinterpreted, and we both got into trouble unintentionally.
"I don't want to overwhelm her, Mick," I replied. Right now, I couldn't think of coherent excuses, but any seemed good to me. "What would I say? 'Hello, Sebastian, how are you?' Come on Mick, we're not kids anymore."
Mick crossed his arms. His eyes revealed amusement, and there was no doubt he was enjoying this.
"Seb, you're at a party. Talking is what you do at a party, not talking about cars all the time, that's what briefings are for."
"But..."
"Stop being silly. Go and say hello. You'll see she doesn't bite."
I loved Mick Schumacher like a son and like a little brother, but moments like this were when we seemed like teenage brothers fighting over control of a video game.
"Fine, I'll go say hello," I finally relented.
"You won't regret it, you'll see."
I was sure I would regret it.
I was drunk, and I could barely remember my own name.
I wasn't sober, and I knew I was about to make another mistake, one I didn't know if I would regret as soon as I woke up.
I was Sebastian Vettel, and, of course, adrenaline and the forbidden attracted me.
I had done it once before, and everything had stayed between Astrid and me, so... why not do it again for a second time, and let everything stay between Y/N and me?
"This place is too packed."
Y/N turned around, our chests almost touching. I immediately lowered my gaze, and it was difficult for me to look away from her cleavage, quite revealing.
"I hope it is not full of idiots like you, Vettel. My face is up here, not between my tits."
Shit.
"Sorry," I said, rushing. Did I really have to screw it up now?
"Do you need something, Vettel?"
"Do you want to go out for some fresh air?" I asked without even thinking. "The music is too loud, so it's going to be hard for me to hear you."
Y/N seemed to consider it for a moment. Her expression betrayed indecision and, at the same time, I would dare say curiosity. After a brief silence that felt like an eternity, and where I was praying that she saw me with the same eyes as I saw her, she agreed.
We walked outside, she in front of me and me acting as if I were doing something completely normal. I sat on some steps far enough away so no one could see us; to my surprise, she sat next to me closer than I expected.
"Well, Vettel, what's the reason for wanting to talk to me so badly?" the young woman demanded to know.
I'd like to tell her that I'd like to fuck her tonight, but that wouldn't be very polite of me.
"Well... I don't know. I saw you and I said, 'Oh, it's Y/N, Carlos's girlfriend,'" I emphasized the last part to see if she reacted. There was no reaction on her part, so I counted it as a win. "I wanted to say hi."
"Did your nerves also wanted to say hi?"
I said nothing.
"From the little we've talked you seem like a nice guy, Sebastian," she continued speaking, calling me by my name for the first time. "But today it seems like you're especially quite interested in talking to me. Do you have something else to tell me, or is it just a feeling I have right now because I've been drinking?"
"Maybe."
I tried to keep my composure, but her getting even closer to me, and starting to caress me in a way that sent shivers down my spine, and leaving her hand on my thigh, too close to my member, made all the hair on my body stand on end.
She smiled, and then I knew I had achieved my goal.
"Why don't we go somewhere more private, Seb?" she whispered in my ear. Her index finger traced my arm, while her right hand began to undo a few buttons on my shirt. "It would be great if we continued this conversation without any chance of being interrupted."
"Do you think you're going to talk a lot tonight? The only thing coming out of your mouth is going to be you moaning my name, Y/N."
"Are you sure you're going to get what you might want, Mr. Vettel?"
God. I didn't expect her to play along, but now I was sure I was going to need more of that.
"Sure, as long as Carlos doesn't find out," I said, deep down, with concern.
"Well then, let's get out of here then, as long as Hanna doesn't find out..."
She nodded with a playful smile, and immediately, I forced myself to get up and find a taxi.
Of the thousands that seemed to be around, I decided to stop the only one that was moving towards us. When it stopped in front of us, I opened one of the back doors for Y/N and settled in next to her, putting on my sunglasses to avoid being recognized.
"To the Grove Hotel, please."
No need to say anything else because, in an instant, the driver set off.
As the vehicle moved through the night streets of Bahrain, Y/N and I seemed to become one. Her hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and she pressed her lips against mine. Even knowing that we were taking a risk, I decided to undo her seatbelt to position her on top of me, where I had much greater access to her entire body. The kisses became faster, more aggressive, and I felt my erection growing at a dizzying speed.
"Is your friend happy to see me, Sebastian?" the girl asked, rubbing herself slowly and torturously against my bulge.
"You'll see him as soon as we get to my room."
I couldn't say much more because my hands acted for me, grabbing her neck and starting to bite it, sucking, and surely leaving a few marks that I didn't give a shit if they showed. Her moans grew louder and louder, begging me for more.
We were lucky that our journey had ended because I was more than convinced that if we had continued like that, I would have fucked her right there.
We got out quickly, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but once we were in the elevator we acted the same way again. Torturing each other seemed to have become the main game of the night, caring less and less about being discovered. The forbidden seemed to excite us more, and I didn't blame the Spanish woman: after all, it was me who had started everything.
When we reached the door of my room I forced myself to stop kissing her. Y/N, however, stood behind me on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me and searching her eyes to see if she wanted the same thing I did at that moment.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked in a soft, husky voice.
She nodded, and with a movement that seemed memorized, I swiped the card through the reader, opened the door, and forced her to step inside.
Once I made sure I had locked the door, I knew everything was done.
She wearing only her black lace underwear, threw herself into my arms to continue what she had been doing on our way here. I lifted her astride me, her legs around my waist, and leaned her back against the wall, continuing to kiss her fiercely while she finished unbuttoning my shirt, throwing it somewhere as soon as she finished her task.
"Y/N..."
"You're horny, aren't you, Sebastian?"
"If you know I am why the fuck do you ask?"
My reluctant comment made the young woman hit my ches. I knew she wanted to go down, so I let her down and, as soon as her feet touched the carpeted surface, she got on her knees and started to unfasten my belt, then the button of my pants before pulling them down.
She left a trail of kisses on the lower part of my stomach and on the beginning of my groin, playing at the same time with the elastic of my boxers and my member.
"Let's see what we have here..."
She pulled down my underwear in one swift motion, leaving my cock, fully erect, exposed.
Her right hand wrapped around it in an instant, moving it up and down too slowly for my liking. I began to sigh, but I refused to beg her to speed up, hoping she would realize it herself. Soon enough, her tongue started to lick my tip, and pre-cum appeared as if out of nowhere; before I knew it, she was sucking on it like a child with a lollipop.
"You look so good like this, Y/N. I know that having another man's cock in your mouth, not your boyfriend's, turns you on more than you might want to admit. You must be fucking wet..."
I couldn't say anything else, but my moans seemed to say it all. My hands were on her head, indirectly urging her to go faster because I was getting closer and closer to what I hoped would be the first orgasm of the night. She listened to me: at least that's what she seemed to understand when a much greater sense of pleasure invaded me as her tongue began to make circular movements on my glans while she continued to suck without stopping and masturbate the part that wouldn't fit.
I came in her mouth without warning, and she swallowed everything without a word, moving her tongue over her lips to finish taking the remnants.
She got up and the only thing I could do, almost powerless, was throw her onto the bed and position myself on top of her to undress her and finally make her mine.
After unhooking her bra and being just about to start taking care of her lower part, my cell phone began to ring.
"Damn it..."
"Pick it up, daddy," she demanded. "We don't want anyone to find out about our secret, do we?"
Having her beneath me, teasing me as if she were an innocent schoolgirl, when all she was doing was provoking me even more, got me even hornier.
I picked up the phone and saw who the call was from.
Hanna.
"It's my wife," was all I could say. The annoying ringtone kept on, but I didn't dare to answer the call.
"Why aren't you answering?" 
"I'm with you, darling. Let it wait."
"What if we do something better?"
The girl sat up a bit on the bed and moved to the edge of it. The call seemed to be continuing, and my unease grew. Did Hanna imagine what I was doing right now, like this, with Y/N? Did she even consider the possibility that I might be unfaithful?
"Sebastian," the girl spoke again, "eat me while you talk to your wife."
"What?"
"Don't you want to play?" she asked. Again, that playful tone that turned me on so much came from her lips. "Well, let's play, but let’s do it my way."
I hated being challenged, and it seemed she knew it perfectly well.
Great. Did she want to play? Well, she was going to get it.
I got on my knees, still holding the phone in my hand. Hanna had already hung up, but that didn't mean I couldn't do things properly.
I selected her contact and put the call on speaker, leaving the device on the bed. I grabbed Y/N by her thighs and dragged her a bit further onto the surface, aligning her pussy perfectly with my face.
I yanked her panties off and the girl let out a surprised scream that coincided with my wife answering the call.
"Seb, are you okay? Is something wrong?"
And indeed, something was wrong, but Hanna Vettel wasn't aware of it, nor could she be.
"Yes, yes..." I replied as calmly as I could while I began to play with a finger between the girl's folds, spreading her wetness all over her pussy to lubricate her well. "It's just that I had to come to the bathroom because it was too noisy, and,you know how people are... having sex in stalls where barely one person fits."
Taking advantage of the fact that now it was my wife's turn to talk, I began to entertain myself with the girl's clitoris, who was ending her moans by putting a hand over her mouth.
"Do you remember when we used to do it?" my wife exclaimed excitedly. "We should do it again next time I come to see you."
"Damn it, Seb!"
"Honey, did I hear someone say your name, or am I just imagining things? Please tell me I'm not going crazy."
Shit. Sticking two fingers inside Y/N without warning hadn't been a good idea.
"No, no, no! There's another guy here named Sebastian. He met a girl named... Y/N, and look, now he must be doing something good to her for the girl to have screamed," I lied the best I could.
"And you're doing it really well," Y/N whispered so that only I could hear. "No wonder Hanna wants to do it with you in some disco bathroom. Who wouldn't fuck you anywhere?"
I took the opportunity to spread her legs even further and sliding my tongue, flat, over her entrance, moving up slowly enough to make her desperate, all the way up to her clitoris. Her hand was on my hair, gripping it tightly so that I wouldn't stop; I quickly moved it away and nodded towards the phone, where Hanna was still on the line.
"When are you coming back, Seb?" my wife spoke again. "The girls are asking more and more about you, and I don't know what else to tell them to make them stop."
"Well..."
Shit. Y/N had to stop arching her back, tilting her head back, and massaging her right breast because all that did was let me know that she was about to come, and for now, I didn't want her to reach that point.
My goal at that moment was twofold: to prevent Hanna, my wife, from discovering what I was doing, and to prevent Y/N, who seemed to be my new lover, from coming, no matter that three of my fingers were entering and exiting her at the same time as the tip of my tongue moved quickly over her clitoris.
"Seb? Can you hear me? Do you have coverage?"
"Yes, yes!" I hoped I didn't have coverage. "Although it's getting worse every time I think.”
The Spanish girl was close, I could feel it in the contractions of her entrance around my fingers. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer to me, if that was even possible. I placed my right hand on the lower part of her stomach, forcing her to stay still.
"Hey, Hanna, I'm going to hang up because I think my phone is running out of battery," I lied again. Now, my only goal was to eagerly lick my new girl, not to talk to the woman I had been sharing my life with for years. "How about we talk tomorrow? I'll call you before I'm at the airport."
"Sure, Seb. Take care and don't do anything crazy, okay? And take care of Mick too, I don't want him doing anything crazy either."
I didn't give her time to say anything else because I pressed the red button at the same time as I withdrew from Y/N.
"You're a son of a bitch, Sebastian Vettel," was all the young woman said. I knew she wanted to kill me at that moment for leaving her on the edge of ecstasy.
"You know as well as I do that you'll thank me soon when I make you mine. The next time you fuck Carlos you regret it’s not me making you feel wanting to be fucked like the slut you are."
I put on the condom as quickly as I could and forced her legs to wrap around my waist.
I entered her abruptly, and now I was convinced that her scream had gone beyond the four walls surrounding us.
"Oh God, Sebastian. Don't stop, please."
"I hadn't planned on it, angel," I replied as best I could. Pleasure had invaded me too quickly, and I was quite surprised.
Why was the forbidden so tempting?
Her back arched again as my thrusts increased in both speed and depth. Her legs seemed to give way because I knew it would be difficult for her to hold out without coming after having been so close before; I kept them on my waist with one of my hands, while the other began to rub her most sensitive spot relentlessly.
"Look at me."
My voice sounded too demanding, but I didn't care.
"Look at me right now, angel," I repeated after seeing that she hadn't listened to me.
I felt her walls surrounding my penis as if her insides were on fire. Her gaze tortured me; her teeth biting her lower lip made me want to put her in a thousand more positions, to keep going with her until we both died of pleasure.
My hips increased in speed when I felt the nervousness in the lower part of my stomach. Then, I forced her to lie down more to start kissing her neck desperately, licking and sucking her nipples, making her sighs increase and forcing me to forget all worries.
Was it the same person who just a few hours ago was crawling around the corners because she had stopped being who she was a few years ago?
If having sex with Y/N would make me forget everything, I was more than condemned to madness because that was what I intended to keep doing if she allowed me.
"Seb..." the girl gasped. I felt her nails digging into my back. The pain that on another occasion would have seemed unbearable was now giving me pleasure.
I was desperate to come. I felt like I was about to explode, but I controlled myself because I didn't want the night to end so soon.
My hands went from holding her lower extremities to massaging her breasts, so big they didn't fit in my hands. I forced myself to stop giving her hickeys on her neck to lift myself up a little and enjoy the sight in front of me. My cock entered and exited Y/N constantly, more regularly even though I couldn't take it anymore; her breasts moving so irregularly because self-control was impossible, and her hand massaging her clit forcefully to come once and for all was an absolute damnation.
"Sebastian!"
I watched her squint her eyes after her shout because she wanted to see herself reach what we both had longed for that night. I followed her with a guttural sound and my semen filling the condom as my hands gripped her hips for as long as I was coming.
I stayed inside her long enough to realize that it had been real.
Meanwhile, silence had taken over. The only thing that could be heard was our breaths, agitated and synchronized with the rhythm of our chests.
I ran two of my fingers over her entrance before lying down, and without me telling her anything, she took them in her mouth, savoring herself. She did the same when she kissed me again, now lying on top of me.
"I want to keep going like this, Sebastian," she whispered, kissing me again in between. "But neither Carlos nor Hanna can find out."
"That's fine with me, angel. From now on, we're both each other's best kept secret."
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hugheshugs · 2 years
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bestie i feel like we need to talk about dad!quinn
the way i got this message right after i read that dad!quinn imagine u reblogged 😭 he'd be the best dad ever and my hearts exploding. lets discuss <3
• i feel like he's a total girl dad. like, totally.
• but then again, i also completely see him with a son too.
• obviously gender doesn't really matter but i feel like he would be so cute with a daughter.
• maybe a son and a daughter?
• either way, he'd be an amazing dad. he'd take up all the responsibilities — feeding them, bathing them, changing them, you know it. he'd just love being a dad.
• quinn got your son skating as soon as he learnt how to walk. you were against the idea because you were scared he'd get hurt but quinn assured you he'd be safe.
• quinn would also be extremely careful with both them.
• i feel like he'd be so hesitant to let anyone near them and you'd have to help him calm down before he's just kinda like okay, fine. but if anything happens it's on you.
• and obviously nothing happens but he still stays very protective of them.
• especially the girl because she's his quiet baby. the boy's kinda rambunctious and also a bit of a mommy's boy so it works out perfectly.
• (that doesn't mean he loves him any less, no, it's quite the opposite)
• they both have him wrapped around their tiny little fingers.
• "daddy, can we get some candy please?" your daughter asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. how was he supposed to say no? so of course, he bought her all the candy she wanted and he regretted it that same night when you put him on bedtime duty.
• "can we go skating, please daddy?" your son jumped on the balls of his feet. quinn sighed, setting down the bag of groceries. he loved how much his son loved hockey but sometimes all he wanted to do was take a break from it. however, of course, he ended up at a rink nearly half an hour later.
• his daughter would bring him in for show and tell... yeah. she wouldn't even tell him about it, she'd just ask him to come pick her up from school a little early and quinn wouldn't even question it.
• she'd see him standing outside her class through the tiny window on the door and run outside, dragging him in by his hand. her little hand could only hold two of his fingers, it was adorable.
• "sweetie, what's going on?"
• "for show and tell, i brought my daddy; quinn hughes!"
• his face would be so red and she'd force him to take a seat on the stool in front of the class while he's sending the teacher an apologetic look. but even though she tricked him, he was still proud of her for coming out of her shell simply because she was excited to show off her dad.
• and his son, don't even get him started on that boy.
• he uses every chance he gets to flaunt quinn, especially in front of his hockey team. he never wants you to pick him up from practice, it's always his dad who has to. and even then, he always requests quinn to bring a special guest, like his uncles brock or elias.
• "woah, brock boeser's really your uncle?" his teammate asks in disbelief.
• "mhm," he nods excitedly, looking around for them. "here they come!"
• he quickly skates towards the glass where the pair stands, their eyes widening as more of his teammates follow suit. he does this every time yet quinn never gets used to having the attention on him. brock simply laughs as the little kids bang on the glass, waving at them.
• all in all, they're a pretty crazy trio. him and his kids are like three peas in a pod and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Love all those posts that are like ‘it may ruin your blog aesthetic/theme but reblog this because it’s important’ and it’s like ‘blog aesthetic/theme? What blog aesthetic?’ Because as you may be able (<that auto corrected to 'blessed’???? wth) to tell, even though my blog colour scheme etc and URL suggest Doctor Who theme (I am a huge fan tbf) I basically just post and mainly reblog whatever I want and always the important posts, I’d never pass over an important post
(On that note please look in the tags)
#i recently reblogged an appeal from skagra3482 for money which it turns out probably isn't above board#skagra/angie is known for bloghopping every so often to do new appeals and there are various things in her story that dont quite add up#i'm sorry if it is real but why then the glaring inconsistencies and need for so many blogs?#i've now deleted my reblog of lateest appeal but not before i'd donated myself#and if anybody else is in same situation contact form to ask for refund/whatever:#https://supporter.help-au.everydayhero.com/hc/en-us/requests/new#if you would like evidence as to the likelihood of dodginess:#https://scammerornot.tumblr.com/post/170539655607/a-running-page-of-shit-we-know-about-angi-dong#i mean i don't want to sob story but i set up a recurring donation because i thought it was a necessary thing but i have no income bc i lef#uni due to ill health so i only have the remnants of my student loan and my savings and i'm not sending that away in bits to a scammer so#i'm awake at 5 am bc anxiety trying to figure out how to get my money back and tbh i could do without this when my life is anxiety-inducing#as it is and i thought i was doing a good thing by donating money to somebody who needed it and turns out i may just be throwing money away#i am also angry#it is so horrid to play on people's sensibilities/emotions by claiming to be in such extremis if you're not as seems to be the case here#im not saying its completely fraudulent#i'm pretty sure there is an angie and she may have some form of disability/impairment but the big picture doesnt make sense because of all#the contradictory details and dates and things#and tbf some of the tactics used by people trying to find out if she's real or not are dodgy too (asking companies to break confidentiality#to give them her details is iffy) but you'd think she'd be a bit more forthcoming about some things which couldn't really endanger her now#anyway: probably a scam please don't donate!!
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ericapooh · 3 years
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Please Stay! Hawks x Fem!reader fanfic
Here's the new update! I'm sorry for taking so long. I also apologize for any grammatical and typographical error. I'm writing this at 11pm and I should already be sleeping, but my brain won't let me sleep in peace unless I write this part. 😓😓😓😓
Thank you again for liking my story and reblogging it.
I hope you like and enjoy this new chapter.
WARNING:
This chapter may include spoiler from the movie My Hero Academia: Two Heroes.
For those who haven't seen the movie yet, go watch it and I apologize for the spoiler.
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Part 22
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Keigo:
"I see. So, that's how it is."
Immediately after knowing your location, Keigo flew to where you were and perched on top of a nearby tree that perfectly hides him from the guards but still gives him a good view of the whole estate especially of your bedroom window.
The sun had already set and he could almost make out your silhouette in the dark room sitting on the bed facing the window.
With his eyes still focused on your shadowed figure, he made a quick phone call to his assistant.
Keigo:
"Rina-chan, send the sidekicks to the house. Tell them to do some 'clean-up'."
Rina:
"On it."
She responded to the order before Keigo dropped the call.
Earlier that evening, while you were in the dining room with the Unubore's, he deployed a feather to infiltrate the mansion and was able to pick up the conversation that you've had. To think that these people would subject you to this kind of situation angered him.
Keigo flew down to where his team were hiding behind trees and bushes, among them was your bestfriend of course.
Keigo:
"Let's go."
His team: "Yes, sir!"
They responded in unison as they made their way to save you.
Back at the mansion.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed when a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.
The maid from earlier was standing in the now open door way.
Maid: "Miss, the Masters have requested your presence. Please follow me."
She exited the room without waiting for you.
'What is up with this person? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Her 'Masters'  also seems to have a few screws loose.'
You sighed, pushed yourself off the bed and followed the maid.
She led you down the same corridor toward the dining room, but apparently, they're waiting for you at a different room as you saw the maid pass by the large door of the dining area.
You wanted to ask her where she's taking you but chose not to. You weren't so sure if she'd tell since she seems a little bit shady. So, you just followed quietly.
The mansion was definitely huge when you noticed that you've already turned at the 4th corner now.
'Where the heck is she taking me?'
You were starting to get nervous as to where you were heading and what awaits you.
The maid finally stopped and stood beside a door.
Maid: "Right this way, miss."
She announced before opening the door.
What you saw definitely gave you the creeps. The door didn't lead to a room but a staircase that seemed to lead to an underground facility or dungeon. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if there really was a dungeon there.
The maid began to descend the stairs and you cautiously followed behind her, staying alert incase something jumps out at you.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you can see that it led to a dingy narrow passageway.
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The drab and gloomy atmosphere of the passageway made you almost activate your quirk, however, the slight sting on your neck reminded you that it would not be a good idea unless you wanted to get electrocuted.
'Sh*t! If only I didn't have this freaking necklace on.'
You cursed in your head but still kept your guard up. You continued down the passage for a few more minutes until the maid turned left.
'Sigh, finally.'
You sighed in relief but to your dismay the corner didn't reveal a door or anything of the sort but another passage that showed another corner ahead.
A few more right and left turns you've finally arrived to where these "Masters" are waiting for you. In front of you was a massive, rusty-metal double doors that didn't have any handles which you surmised can only be opened from the inside.
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The maid approached the door, knocked at it three times, and said something that you couldn't make out.
Maid:
"Tova e parolata."
It definitely wasn't japanese nor english because you couldn't understand what she said but you figured nonetheless that it was a password that every servant in the house knows.
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Btw, "Tova e parolata" just means "this is the password" in Bulgarian. 😁😁😁
Thanks you Google translate....😊
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As the metal-double doors open, you can see the two Unobore men standing among armed men in black suits that you've identified as the body guards and the same men who brought you to the mansion. He was speaking to them, as if giving them instructions. Among them, standing to their left, was a tall bulky man with long red hair who was wearing a mask, combat gear and a white coat. Behind him were four other men who were also armed, wearing masks and combat gear.
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You recognized the man in the white coat immediately. He was the man who hijacked the I-Island Expo where you and your classmates went to during the summer of your first year.
"Wolfram?! What is he doing here?!"
If you think your situation wasn't bad enough, having Wolfram involved in whatever the Unobore plans to do is definitely a recipe for disaster.
The metal-double doors began to close rather automatically, though they look old and rusty, as you and the maid entered the room. The elder Unobore and Richii turned their attention to you, as you stepped inside, grinning arogantly.
Unobore Warui:
"Ah, there she is. The woman of the hour."
The maid stepped aside and Unobore Warui walked towards you with arms wide open, welcoming you. He seemed very happy to see you and it creeped you out, not that he was creepy to begin with.
He stood to your right side and put his hand on your back facing the group of men in the room. You flinched from the touch and tried to distance yourself from him. He did, however, noticed your reaction but didn't much of it. Instead he proceeded to say what he wanted to say.
Unobore Warui:
"I'm so glad that you came down here as soon as I called you. You really are an obedient child. I'm glad F/N discipline his adopted child."
As he said this, he removed his hand from your back and walked to Wolfram's side. The look of confusion on your face delighted him. He is really enjoying keeping you in the dark.
"Adopted?!"
"Is this man right in the head?! "
"Who does he mean by adopted?!"
His grin didn't leave his face as he continued to explain.
Unobore Warui:
"Oh my! It seems like you didn't know. But you heard me right, my dear. Dr. L/N isn't your real father because your real father is this man standing right next to me."
He said as if mocking you for being so ignorant, reveling at the shock and confusion that is resonating on your face.
"What is this man saying?!"
"Dad is not my real dad but Wolfram?!"
What is the meaning of all of this? First the engagement, now this? What else is there that your father hasn't told you? What other secrets does he have? And how can Wolfram be your real father?
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