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[writers-get-biters]

now that we have multiple algebralien f/os (who aren't jsut two and x) i& suppose our f/o tagging system is less intuitive since algebraliens names can be written out or in number form. i& think were gonna stick to having two tags for 2 bc cake is special but just choose one for the others, probably just number form.

zro is a special case tho bc spelling their name that way is how they are differentiated from the other zeros, so their tag is "zro ~"

[letswonderspirit]

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

[giuseppe-yuki]

secret admirer

1st grade teacher!max verstappen x 1st grade teacher! reader

w.c.: 1.9k

warnings: none :)

summary: a rose appears on your desk every day. who is it from??

a/n: i know it's edited but glasses max has me in a CHOKEHOLD!!!! anyways, mini fic while ya'll wait for the promised spiderman!au fic (i'm still working on it...)

mini accompaniment: good idea..?

picture credits from pinterest :)

there’s a single rose on your desk - a pretty swirl of soft pink petals that still has that faint sweet smell. 

it sits neatly on your stack of graded addition-papers, right atop aurelia's perfect-score paper. 

at first, you had thought that it was from one of you adventurous first-graders, jack or tina, who had climbed up onto the rose-bush hills and plucked a single flower to put on your desk. it wasn’t rare, of course, for your students to give you gifts. (you still had that rock that your student from a few years ago, logan, had given to you on your desk)

you had even asked your class, standing in front of all of them with the roses in hand, asking who had picked them.

they had all shared that devious look only first-graders could make, covering their giggly mouths with a hand, and refused to elaborate. 

only gabriel, or bubbles, as many called him, had raised his hand and said, ”it wasn’t us because i saw someone down the hall come in with a flower for you,” before isack, who sat next to him on the colored square carpet, slapped his glue covered hand in front of gabriel’s mouth and announced, “no, we didn’t see anything, missus teacher.”

weird. 

a white rose sits on your desk today, its pure petals almost glowing from the sunlight filtering through your window. 

you poke at it, as if it could just magically reveal who had placed it there. you even consider sniffing it really hard in a moment of desperation, as if the scent of the giver would somehow be there. 

however, the pitter-patter of sparkly flats and light-up shoes squeak through the hallway, accompanied by the loud chatter of your first grade students stop you from performing such a stupid-sounding act. 

they’re obviously not supposed to be inside where you are, sorting their coloring worksheets, but rather supposed to be outside on the play-yard with the rest of the first graders. of course, when have 1st graders ever listen to adults, anyways?

the scuffling of several pairs of shoes stop in front of your closed door. 

ollie’s voice drift through the cracks of the door first.

“you open the door,” he says in a whisper-that’s-not-so-quiet.

a second accented voice echoes through. “no you open the door, ollie, you’re the one who wanted to come here first!”

right away, you clock it as ollie’s inseparable best friend, kimi.

a third voice resonates through the classroom through the crack under the door. 

“don’t be a idiot, kimi, you both wanted to come back to the classroom.” 

doriane.

“hey! don’t be meanie, doriane, that is a bad word!”

”well, you and kimi both have cooties, anyways.”

the sound of someone bursting into tears. 

at that point, you shoot out of your chair, leaving the rose atop a quite frankly, badly colored picture of a dinosaur. 

slowly, you open your classroom door to find doriane and maya standing with their arms crossed, facing an angry-looking kimi who was holding up a bawling ollie.

”what’s going on here, guys?” you ask, crouching down to look them in the eyes. “why did you guys come back into the classroom when you guys should be out in the play-yard with your friends?”

ollie wipes the tears from his big brown eyes with the back of his hand before shooting forward, out of kimi’s grip. 

“i just wanted to tell you, that me, and maya, and kimi, and doriane were playing tag- and guess what!” 

“what,” you respond, just to appease him. 

“we heard- “ he looks around nervously- “that the teacher from room 33 down the hall called you gor- gor-“

”gor-jus!” maya interjects helpfully. 

kimi and doriane nod aggressively. 

“did he?” you respond slowly. “that’s very interesting, guys, thanks for telling me that. now go run along back to the playground, because you guys still have five minutes of recess left, okay?”

they beam, and echo you’re welcomes before scurrying back down the hall.

hmm.

a yellow rose sits on your desk this time, thornless, but with a single spiky leaf on its stem. it fits in the pot real nicely with the other two roses, even though they are different colors. 

you almost zone out looking at the flowers, before you feel a little hand grasping your shirt and pulling. 

jack stands next to you with a piece of paper and a shy smile. 

quickly snapping out of your trance, you scoot closer towards him on your wheely chair and lean forwards him. 

“hiya jack,” you say, encouraging him to speak up. “did you want to show me something?”

”yeah,” he says simply, before turning his paper around. 

it’s…something. 

“wow, that’s very nice, jack,” you respond, trying to decipher and piece together exactly what the five big pink and blue squares, two circles, and random black scribble on the side were supposed to mean. 

“it’s a car,” he states matter-of-factly. “it’s ‘cause i want to be a race-car driver when i gr-“

before he can finish his sentence, bianca runs up behind him like a secret-agent before shoving him out of the way. 

“hey, i want to show missus teacher my paper,” she snaps.

almost immediately, you leap up to catch jack before he stumbles and falls head-first into the trash can placed  next to your desk. 

“bianca,” you chastise. “we do not push, we wait our turn, okay?” 

she frowns, whispering a quick ‘sorry’ to jack. 

“that’s o-k,” jack says, smiling kindly, before walking away to show somebody his abstract shapes/car drawing. 

bianca shoves her picture in your lap the moment you sit back down.

it’s beautifully drawn, and you would definitely paste it on your “artist superstar” board in the corner of your classroom, except for the fact that there was two figures, one clearly with a rose in its hand, embracing another figure with a blue shirt and yellow-crayon colored hair. 

“that’s you,” she explains, pointing to the figure with the red rose. “and that,” she says, pointing to the mysterious other figure, “is your secret friend that likes you.” 

“oh!” you respond. 

right, okay. 

a velvet red rose shows up on your desk half-way through the next day. it’s in perfect bloom, petals opening to a perfect rounded shape. 

as pretty as it is, you almost forget about it, only because of the fact that your class was being well-behaved, unlike normal.

they actually listen as they sit quietly on their own little carpet squares, whiteboards in hand, as you begin your lesson on the three properties of matter at the front of the classroom.

it doesn’t last very long, however. you’re halfway through explaining how ice cubes can go from the solid form to the liquid form, when you start hearing whispering from the back row. 

liam, with, like, twenty goofy little lightening mcqueen stickers stuck all over his shirt, squeals in laughter as he scribbles something on his white-board, causing the kids around him to laugh. 

you sigh, setting down your own marker, before turning back around. time to confiscate whiteboards. 

“liam, please give me your white-board,” you declare as kindly as you can. 

“no!” he screeches stubbornly as he ferociously scribbles something on the board again.

you have to almost snatch the board away from his surprisingly strong grip with excess force.

on it, instead of the water droplet diagram like everyone else, he has drawn a big heart, complete with your initials, a plus sign, and a big fat MV next to it. 

what. 

gathering all the clues together from your students like you were some type of detective, you are certain you know who has been giving you the roses. there was only one person down the hall, in room 33, who always wore a blue shirt with blond-ish hair that had the initials mv. 

you stroll down the hall during recess the next day, when ollie and kimi and jack and all the little troublemakers are outside jumping rope and playing tag.

when you peer into the window of the 1st grade classroom located at the end of the hall, you spot a familiar man sitting in a swirly chair in the corner of the room. aside from you, he was one of the only other 1st grade teachers at the school. you hadn’t really talked to him much- just limited conversations in the teacher break room or quick greetings the hallways.

he’s scrunched over his desk, lamp setting his blonde hair alight into golden strands. the glasses that sit atop his nose slide down his sloped nose, which he quickly corrects by lifting his hand and pushing it back up to its correct position. 

huh. you suppose he was kind of cute. 

max, or mr. v, like all the students call him, jerks rather violently when you stick your head into the doorway his race-car themed classroom and wave a hello. the glasses he wears skew crooked, and the half-open can of redbull that he has on the corner of his desk almost goes flying onto the checkered rug that he has placed on the floor.

“oh, i’m so sorry, max, didn’t mean to scare you there!” you apologize, watching as he snatches the silver and blue can with lightning fast reflexes before shoving it haphazardly behind a stack of ungraded papers. 

“no, no, you’re okay,” he says much too quickly, fixing his glasses. “i was, just, you know, sitting around, um, here.” 

there’s a slight lisp to his voice that you hadn’t noticed before. it curls around you in a surprising yet comforting way. you kinda liked it. 

”right,” you affirm. “well, i hope you don’t mind me interrupting your, er, sitting around time, but i’ve been receiving this kind gift from a certain someone and i was wondering if you could help me find them.”

you reveal the small bouquet of multicolored flowers from behind you, tied neatly with a piece of ribbon from your supply bin. 

max’s eyes widen just a fraction behind his square-framed glasses. his cheeks flush a pretty pink. 

“oh!” he stutters out. “i-i-wouldn’t really know anything about that, um i don’t think.” 

max scratches at his neck awkwardly. 

you laugh. 

”max, i know it’s you. somehow, my 1st graders picked up on it before me, which is kind of crazy, but they kind of snitched on you.”

he turns even redder. 

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out. “i hope it’s not weird- it’s just that i think i really like you, and that my friend charles suggested i give you a gift sometime, but i keep getting caught up in the classroom but also get too scared to give you the flowers and i thought-“

“-max,” you say, cutting him off. “it’s okay, i don’t mind at all- i thought it was really sweet. i haven’t had a chance to know you very well, but i’d love to know you better. we can do my house, this weekend? i’d really like some tips on how to deal with rowdy 1st graders!”

you add in a reassuring smile.

”yes!” he snaps as soon you finish talking. “wait, sorry, i meant um, i would love to,” he quickly adds.

”great!” you beam. ”it’s a date then!”

he smiles shyly at you. 

“it’s a da-“

a sudden screech cuts off max halfway, leading the both of you to turn towards the doorway. 

somehow, ollie, kimi, doriane, and maya have snuck inside again. they stand there, wide-eyed, at the scene.

doriane points an accusing finger at you.  “ewww!!!!” she yells at the top of her lungs. “that’s disgusting! you’re going on a date with a boy! he’s gonna give you cooties!”

[zombieplaguedoc]

Do y'all ever just... think about your F/O's body and like- any scars, blemishes and other little "imperfections" they might have? And how that just makes them even more beautiful and special, because it's their body, and you love it unconditionally? And maybe they felt a little insecure about those things, but your love just makes them a lot more confident, and they're so grateful for it.

ANTIS FUCK OFF, THIS AIN'T FOR YOU

[skeletonh0e]

Y/N, internally: Don't be intimidated! Just imagine him as emo!

*Sans turns into Underfell Sans*

Y/N: OH NO HE'S HOT

[tyger-land]

𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 1984

[technofinch]

ok new oc ask game

Send me 📻 + an oc and I'll give you a random song off their playlist + an explanation of why it's there

[writers-get-biters]

:D

grrr gahh we love them so much

[blackfliesinbluesugar]

BEACH DAY BAGGAGE

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[giuseppe-yuki]

Heyyyy, so Idk if you're going to see this but I have an idea, it's more of the reaction type? Like the drivers find out that you were a famous gamer back in 2020-2022, like a minecraft y'tuber or smthn like that but you don't show your face and stuff and they find out when you casually bring it up? Idk if u're comfy writing for the rookies but if u're not it's fine. (I hope I didn't sound rude lol)

hi anon :)

you don’t sound rude at all - my inbox is open to all requests! i love specific ones cause they’re easier to write too lol so thank you <3

i hope i did you prompt justice with this quick headcannon!

ex youtuber!reader x rookies headcannons

(side charles leclerc x reader)

• it's bright and early on a thursday afternoon - the most perfect media day the pr management could ever ask for

• ofc, charles his pr to do with ferrari, so he gives suggests you to drop by in his drivers room to chill

• he gives you kiss before you go, cause ofc, he's a good boyfriend

• on the way down the hospitality lane, you stumble upon kimi and ollie in a questionable alley trying to set up a camera to do a "vlog" for their pr duties

• in the seconds that you are walking by them, kimi almost drops the camera twice while ollie stands at least a meter away from the setup as if kimi was going to accidentally press a button that was going to detonate the camera

• feeling your "motherly" instinct kick in, you approach them to fix the problem - you're all too familiar with camera set-up from your streamer days

• "here kimi, move a little to your left, so you'll be in frame, while i adjust the resolution before you start filming"

• it's quite laughable the way you are dressed in a fashionable outfit with your little rosso corsa mini birkin, yet you are are wedged in between the mercedes and haas motorhomes, on your knees, trying to help the rookie drivers focus their camera

• they thank you profusely, but kimi gets curious enough to ask you how you even know so much about camera set-up

• "well, let's just say i had a little bit of an online presence during the covid years."

• you leave them alone to continue their recording and make your way to charles' driver's room before they have a chance to ask anymore questions that you aren't sure you want to answer

• they track you down after they finish their media and meetings though

• ur literally trying to enjoy your coffee with charles in front of hospitality with charles and they come barging into the gated off area (lewis gives them a bombastic side-eye) to ask you more questions

• “wait, so were you streamer or something?"

• charles: ????

• you don't reveal anything directly, but you do say - "well, how do you think charles knew how to set up streams during the covid era? he can barely make pasta by himself!"

• (charles catching strays while being confused what the hell is going on)

• them coming to the realization that yes, you were a streamer they get even more nosy...

• how many subscribers did you have???

• five.... million

• what did you stream???

• 🤫

• you leave at that, knowing that they're bound to be making extensive research to find you

• it's isack that recognizes you by the sound of your voice first after the news breaks in the rookie group chat

• on the verge of tears, begging you for an autograph (as if he wasn't an established celebrity himself)

• "omg this is the best day of my life - i watched your streams all the time."

• close second to lewis hamilton himself on his idol list

• gabriel tries to secretly get the stake media team to try and recruit you for at least 1 chronically online pr video cause its not fair got mclaren got Idshadowlady and now he wants a big youtuber collab too

• (charles vetoes that idea immediately cause god forbid his girlfriend is in an enemy team pr video...)

• it's not much of a secret anymore after jack doohan yells across the hospitality area when you walk by "NO ACTUAL WAY- you were literally my entire childhood i had no idea that was YOU"

• media had a field day with it bc its basically an accidental face reveal at this point

• people now coming to the paddock to get your signature instead of charles????

• ur cult following + charles tifosi = unstoppable

[glitchyanon]

Love! I'm confused!

( @epic-therapist )

What- huh- what's confusing.

*He is now interested in what has confused his lover*

[zombieplaguedoc]

imagine your f/o……… muttering your name as they sleep……………

ANTIS DNI, THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU

[skeletonh0e]

Sans is so the type of boyfriend tha just flops onto his partner like a sleepy cat and doesn't let you move

You probably need the rest anyway, be his pillow

[epic-therapist]

(Idk if u saw the post yesterday BUT THIS IS A FOLLOW UP)

*Aarav arrives home, seeing Glitch on the couch, most color in his purple skin is saturated to be an ugly pastel. He tries to sit up but just grunts in pain and falls onto the couch again.. Then he notices his lover and gasps, trying to teleport up, which just fails*

Shit... hey honey!

- @glitchyanon

*he takes a few granola bars from his bag and hands it to him*

Eat. What else do you need right now?

[aquariyein]

MIKE SCHMIDT : PRICE TO PAY

cw : smut, oral sex (m receiving), gn!reader, sub(?)mike, not proofread

notes : first fanfic on the site, yay! and it's a smut oneshot too! please do inform me if there are any words that are allude to the reader not being gender neutral, and please inform me if there are any mistakes!

thinking about MIKE SCHMIDT . . .

mike schmidt; your pathetic little neighbor. you've seen him around before, sending him smiles and nods of acknowledgement when you both see each other. and you've seen him in action; especially when he went and beat up that man in the fountain. after that fiasco, you haven't seen nor heard from him for a few days until today.

mike schmidt who mysteriously knocked on your door on a cloudy afternoon, with a nervous smile on his face.

"hey, uh.. i know we don't know each other very well, but uh— since you're my neighbor and all, and you live pretty close to me, i wanna ask you for a favor— if that's okay."

mike schmidt who boldly yet nervously asked you to babysit his sister for a few days despite not knowing you personally. you agreed of course; how could you not when he looked at you with eyes that could made your knees weak?

mike schmidt who anxiously looked everywhere and anywhere to not meet your eyes when you confronted him about your payment. it's been more than a few days; more than a few hours of babysitting, more than a few days of talking with him, more than a couple of days subtlety flirting with him, and more than a week of fleeting touches and glances.

mike schmidt who doesn't know how to pay you back as he nervously looks down at his feet and the front door; maybe he should just book it out of here and pretend he has somewhere to be? maybe he should just get out of this chair, run to the door, and just immediately leave without reason? however, you on the other hand, you couldn't help but notice just how hot he looked when he was nervous; the way his adam's apple would slightly bob when he'd gulp, the way he'd bite and lick his lips, the way his upturned brows and pitiful brown eyes looked so pathetic; it had your mind going places.

mike schmidt who admitted that he didn't know how he'd pay you, but he swears he'd do anything to make it up to you. you think about his offer; anything, huh?

mike schmidt who immediately locked eyes with you when you went up to hold his hand gripping on armrest. you could feel it soften and open as soon as you snaked your hand to intertwine with his. looking at his big brown eyes, you couldn't help but move closer to his face; you failed to notice how his breath wavered at how close you were getting, and how hard his cock was in his pants.

mike schmidt who has to stop himself from groaning out loud when you flirt with him, your faces inches apart, and your hand trailing down his face to his abdomen. your suggestion had his mind going hazy, and he couldn't help but agree when you said you wanted him as payment when you looked at him like that with your sultry eyes.

mike schmidt who can't help but whimper and moan loudly when you're sucking off his dick that good— he genuinely can't keep his voice down, especially when you suck the tip so good. his moans and groans increase in volume every time his cock hits the back of your throat, and when you look up at him from where you're kneeling, you could swear that he practically had hearts in his eyes. his body felt like it was on fire and the pleasure was immaculate— the beads of sweat dripping down from his face to his hickey-covered neck. all he could think about was, you, your mouth, and the mind-breaking head you were giving him.

mike schmidt who had his mouth gagged with your underwear, but his voice was still as audible as ever with all the pretty muffled moans and whimpers spilling out of his mouth. he was bucking his hips into your mouth with his hand in your hair, begging to cum in your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the feeling had your eyes rolling back ecstasy as he used your mouth to chase his release.

mike schmidt who spat out your underwear just to beg and plead.

"g-god, oh please— please, please, please... oh fuck, oh my god, i'm so fucking close— let me cum in your mouth, please— w-wanna cum so fucking bad—"

with the way he begged so pathetically with his head thrown back, how could you say no?

mike schmidt who let out the prettiest moans when he finally came, his hips stuttering as his dick twitched in your mouth; his hands in your hair as his dick softened against your tongue.

mike schmidt who smiled at you with his hair disheveled and his face sweaty, and his eyes crinkled with embarrassment as he gave you a hand to sit up.

you know, maybe this babysitting job wouldn't be so bad if it meant you'd get to be paid like this.

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