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Means Well | Smoove Move X F!Reader (Human AU)

A/N: This request is made by @urmysuperstar. Thank you for making one! It was a great chance for me to focus on Smoove’s character, in addition to Skidmark’s. It was somewhat of a challenge on Smoove’s dialogue, so constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Again, this is based on the Turbo F.A.S.T series. I decided to make this a human a.u., or else I’d be automatically tagged as insane for a snail and reader pairing. (Also, I literally struggled to find a perfect image or GIF of Smoove. Man..) Enjoy!

Universe: Human, where the F.A.S.T Crew are university students with racing as a hobby. Smoove Move is referred to as Darion for his student name.

Summary: After feeling ignored during your dinner date, you’re starting to doubt your relationship with Smoove Move.

Pairing: Smoove Move (Darion) X Reader

Word Count: ~1470

Warning(s): Insecurity of relationship. 

Genre: Angst to fluff.

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Some dinner, you thought to yourself. You were in class, and yet, you found it hard to focus on your professor’s content.

Instead, your mind kept running back to two evenings ago. You had a dinner date with your boyfriend Darion, but apparently, the majority of the time had the waitress flirting with him. Of course, you weren’t clueless as to why. This man went by the name, Smoove, as a famous racer in the F.A.S.T crew. He was also a talented DJ at the local club.

To top it all off, Smoove was handsome and a sweet-talker.

You weren’t worried by the difference in your interests. Rather, you were starting to worry about the fame that might take him away. He returned the flirting, which gave you a red flag.

“Ahem,” your professor coughed out, “Ms. (Surname)?” You jumped in your seat, making the students beside you chuckle. “Yes, Professor Keating.”

She crossed her arms. “You’re a good student this far in, (Surname), so I need you to quit frowning over your relationship issues and focus.” A stunned expression took your face; even your professor managed to figure you out. Still, after five months with her, you knew she meant well. You nodded in response.

“Now,” Professor Keating began, “remind this class why does a leap year have an extra day.”

“Each year actually has 365.25 days, but for a more simpler count, the calendar excludes the one-fourth. Add the one-fourths from all four years, and that makes one more day.”

Your professor looked to your peers. “That’s one of the most basic things to know, and barely any of you remember. Keep that in mind for the final exam, otherwise you just lost an easy point. Next,” she faced the board with her marker, “how do we know what elements the sun is composed of?”

“Ooh, ooh! Me, me!”

She flickered her head to another student, paused, then furrowed her brows. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

You blinked to your left, finding a familiar person sitting in your class. The man was scribbling in his notebook, while keeping his hand raised. “Oh, don’t mind me, Professor, I just find your content rather fascinating—.”

“I don’t care about why you’re here. Just tell me your name.”

“Yahir Skid.”

Skidmark? You gaped at his boldness to sit in a random classroom. You heard your professor sigh loudly. “All right, what is it?”

“By using the spectroscopy to study the behavior of electromagnetic radiation with matter. The spectroscopy splits the energy into different wavelengths to reveal—!”

After bidding Professor Keating goodbye, you walked down the stairs. Your class ended right when the sun was beginning to set, and you didn’t know whether you should be thankful that a pop quiz wasn’t involved, or thankful to get out of hearing the long answers from Yahir. As much as you were a curious student, you currently had an issue to deal with.

“Hey hey, (Name)!”

Yahir leaped off the stairs onto the ground. “How’re you feeling today? Any bird drones fly into your window today?”

“W-what?” This guy acted like you two had known each other for months. “No, none at all. And I’m feeling fine, thanks for asking.”

“Of course, of course,” he wafted his hand, “any good friend of Smoove is mine! Anyway, man, that class is interesting! Your professor needs to relax a little though. It’s not like I’m trying to offend anyone by suggesting that inner Earth is actually a whole ‘nother world.” He paused, then grabbed your shoulders, facing him.

“Unless,” he shook you, “she’s part of a secret agency in the government, trying to brainwash us. That way, we won’t leave the country, and they would be able to force us to pay taxes!”

You removed his hands. “No need to be intimidated that bad. Professor Keating means well, Yahir—.”

“Skid,” he corrected.

“—Skid, at least for students actually enrolled in her class, but still.”

“Hmm.” Yahir narrowed his eyes. “All righttt, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Why did you come to my class anyway?”

“Smoove— I mean—.”

You stopped in your tracks. Ah, it was starting to connect. “Smoove put you up to this, huh?”

Yahir gasped. “Ooooh, you’re good.”

“Does he need anything from me or something?”

“Actuallly, I already asked you the thing: how’re you feeling?”

You didn’t know what to say at first. “…That’s why he asked you to see me? He couldn’t just text me that instead?”

“Trueeee, but Smoove also wanted me to get you to reveal your personal thoughts of him, since he thinks you won’t tell him yourself. He feels guilty after your last date. I may have agreed to doing a favor because I like the idea of being the spy, the infiltrator instead, but—.”

You looked at the ground, questions drifting in your head as Yahir continued to ramble on. Maybe your boyfriend did care after all. Still, you thought back to Darion flirting with the waitress. His friend might have claimed that he felt bad, but he was, again, a sweet-talker. Who knew if Darion was telling Yahir the truth?

Don’t fall for it that easily, you told yourself.

“Is he busy right now?” you asked, cutting off the rant. “I… would’ve seen him this far from my class.”

“Well, Smoove did tell me that he has someone to see— oh! Look, there he is!” Yahir happily sprinted over to your boyfriend. The words spewing from his mouth instantly.

You, on the other hand, slumped your shoulders. “‘Someone to see?’”

You walked down another set of steps when Darion turned his gaze from his friend to you. “Would you look at the time, I better go get my bigfoot hunting gear.” Yahir waved, backing away rather quickly. “It was great talking with you, (Name). I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye!”

“Now, wait a minute, you still didn’t tell me—.” Darion was a tad late, the maniac gone in a flash. He sighed, “And he dipped just like that.”

Your boyfriend faced you, taking your hand. A grin taking his features. “Well, gree-tings to you, m’lady.”

Immediately, he visibly froze after letting those words slip. Smoove’s free hand went to cover his face in embarrassment. “Hold up, did I just— I can’t believe I just say that,” he groaned.

Huh, this new side of him actually made you chuckle. “To you, my lord.”

He looked away and muttered, “My brotha managed to do it again.”

“You were… seeing your brother?” A breath of relief escaped your lips.

“I had ta pick him up from the airport. That’s why I couldn’t get to ya earlia.,” he explained. “Said he wanted me to take him out for a spin for inspiration for his art. Coulda taken it from YouTube though.” Darion huffed. “You haven’t met him, but he and I… don’t groove the same way. Busta’s more of a geek, if y’get what I mean.”

“I don’t see what’s so wrong with that, Smoove.”

“No worries, I love my brotha. He’s just a little weird in the head.”

You chuckled. “I can say the same for your friend, Skidmark; he’s… kind of strange,” you said with honesty. “He’s also terrible at keeping the truth, because I heard about your ‘favor’ from him.” Your arms crossed, waiting for your man to explain himself. Smoove widened his eyes. “Aw, what? He told you everything?” You nodded.

“Dang. He knows how to do better than that, but I know my boy means well….” Your boyfriend rubbed his nape. “And— (Name), I’m sorry about what I did for our otha date. I promise I’ma make it up to you.”

Your lips fell into a frown, gazing away.

Smoove held your shoulders. “Hear me out, now, (Name). I know I was flirting with that waitress last time, but that was all so I can get us V-I-P access to their five-star menu and exclusive dance floor, baby.

Now, imagine it for a sec.: you and I moving along to those tunes. Just the two of us.” Your boyfriend held up a black card with letters standing out in a gold-like color, waving it in front of your eyes. “I never got intentions of cheating or putting you down.”

You met his eyes again, and Smoove took your hand again after putting away the card.

“I didn’t put in all that time and effort, y’know, getting my boy Turbo to give you that letter, Burn to help pick out a gift, and Whiplash to let me off from practice to see you. I didn’t do all that just so I could forget about ya.” He shook his head. “That ain’t my groove. So if something’s out’a’place, let me know, aight?”

Bringing your hand closer to his lips, he kissed your wrist. “I love you, (Name).”

Yeah, Smoove meant well.