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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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oscar's girl * ls2

logan never thought he would meet the girl that broke oscar’s heart

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

notes: guys ive been writing this since 10pm girl it's mf 4am now please sue me i'm sorry this was a long wind up im sorry but dont worry i will be writing a part two HELL YEAHHHH

(logan's girl) // |(f1 masterlist)

oscar and logan, logan and oscar. that's how it's been since they had run into each other during a karting weekend in the uk a couple of years ago. oscar had approached him with a toothy grin and a packet of candy after seeing logan walk around by himself for weekends at a time.

maintaining the friendship isn't the easiest of feats: logan lives in south florida, while oscar lives on the opposite side of the globe in melbourne. they don't see each other for very long, and very often in a year. but, it always feels like no time has passed when they get together after months of separation.

but being apart for the majority of the year means the window they've got to keep an ongoing conversation is small. but their string of texts has always come in consistently every day, responses from the other flooding in the early hours of the morning and sometimes in the dead of the night.

that was, until, logan woke up one warm thursday morning to an empty and dry phone. he brushed it off, taking it that oscar just had a long day at school. perhaps too much had happened in the day to simply text at the end of the day. so he went to school as he usually did with his best friend in the back of his mind.

but one day turned into two, and suddenly he hadn't heard from oscar in almost a week.

logan had sent one follow-up text. a simple 'hey' to nudge oscar into a response. which did help, because him and oscar surprisingly texted for a short thirty-minute window before the australian called it quits on their conversation to get some sleep for the next school day.

until oscar goes radio silent again for the next three days. so, he goes to the one other person in oscar's life that he knows personally.

"hey mum," logan starts, walking into the kitchen hesitantly. he's been dancing around the idea of asking his mum for help to see if oscar's even still alive and has not been replaced by some clone that's somehow less chatty than the one he said goodbye to at the airport four months ago.

"yeah, baby?" his mother stands up from her prior hunched-over position at the fridge to smile at him. she opens her arms as he approaches her hesitantly, fiddling with his thumbs. "what's wrong?"

he hums, second-guessing his decision to bring his mother into the situation. perhaps oscar just no longer wants to be friends with him anymore? but if that were the case, oscar definitely would have said something to his face and he's just been quiet. "um, it's just oscar," he starts softly, dropping his gaze to his feet, "can you ask his mum if he's alright?"

"of course," she smiles, letting go of him. she walks around the kitchen counter to find her phone. "why, did something happen to him recently? break another wrist?"

logan shakes his head, pressing his lips together. "no, we haven't been talking as much as we used to. i'm just worried that something might have happened to him."

a blush creeps up his cheeks when his mother's lips pout as she tries to hide her smile. "aw, logan! that's very cute of you. and very thoughtful," she teases as she starts to type on her phone. "i'm texting his mum right now. you hang tight and i'll tell you when she gets up to text me, okay?"

"okay."

he tries not to linger around his mum's circle of personal space for very long, afraid to let on that he's more concerned than he should be for the status of his friendship. to combat the anxiety of potentially losing one of his best friends, he locks himself in his room and plays video games all afternoon.

he had been in the middle of a game in call of duty when his phone started to ring. he glances at from his position on his bed and perks up with oscar's picture taking over the screen of his phone.

he immediately pauses the game, tossing the controller to the side of his bed. he slides his finger across the screen to pick up the call and oscar, visibly tired, pops up on his screen with a small smile.

"hey! my mum just got off the phone with your mum," oscar whispers with a smile. "said you missed me, mate?"

"no, i was just concerned cause you've been off the grid for a while," logan scoffs with an eye roll. "i never said i missed you."

"well, i'm sorry for disappearing on you, mate," oscar drops his gaze and a small smile creeps up on his face. in the dim orange lighting of his bedroom in melbourne, logan can almost make out the redness coming through on oscar's cheeks. "there's a reason for that. it's not because i don't wanna be friends anymore. i've just been a little... preoccupied."

logan tilts his head. he rolls over to his stomach and holds the phone up to his face. "what do you mean? more preoccupied than usual?"

"yeah," oscar giggles. "i uh... i've got-" he clears his throat, the slight embarrassment getting the better of him. he lifts his eyes from his thighs and moves the phone slightly further away. "i got a girlfriend."

logan furrows his eyebrows, throwing his head back slightly in shock. "what?"

"yeah," oscar repeats with a hint of a giggle in his response. "i've been seeing her for a while. do you mind if i tell you about her a little bit?"

"really?" logan smiles, squinting an eye. truthfully, he's finding it a little bit hard to believe that oscar's suddenly got a girlfriend. they're literally always on the phone with one another, texting and updating one another on things that they've got no idea about in their day-to-day lives.

not once has oscar come up to him about a girl before, much less developing a crush on somebody. "this is a bit sudden, isn't it? like, where did this girl come from?"

"she's new," oscar smiles. "so, do you wanna know about her or not?"

"alright, fire away, lover boy."

they talk - no, oscar talks - for the next hour about the girl that's recently enrolled into his private school. all logan can do is giggle and smile with oscar at how their relationship had gone down.

even after oscar has hung up, logan still doesn't really know much about the girl he's spent the better part of the past hour talking about. oscar simply refers to her as 'my girl'.

the next time oscar and logan reunite in the uk is at the end of the year. their mothers made an effort to get flights close to one another, letting them run into each other at the mcdonald's in the airport unknowingly while getting food before heading to the hotel.

"dude!" logan cheers, smacking oscar on the shoulder roughly.

"huh?" the smaller boy ahead of him looks up from his phone, turning his head to be greeted by a familiar pair of green eyes. he immediately locks his phone and slips it into his back pocket as realisation slowly dawns on him. "logan!"

"too busy texting on your phone to even notice i was behind you the entire time," logan scoffs jokingly as a hand comes up to pat him on the shoulder.

oscar presses his lips together as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. "sorry. i was texting my girl!"

"my girl this, my girl that," logan rolls his eyes with a smile. "did she not come along with you?"

"no, mate. she's off for a holiday with her family," oscar shrugs, biting down on his lip.

for the rest of the trip, logan will often catch Oscar cheesing at his phone. it doesn't matter when or where: they could be in their hotel room watching a movie, on the track waiting for the race to start, or while they're having a casual chat before they go to bed.

one question haunts logan for the rest of their stay in the uk: who is this girl?

though, it seems that logan is never destined to meet this girl that his best friend spent an entire year gushing about. because at three in the morning on a random saturday in may, his phone buzzes with oscar's picture taking over his entire screen again.

"we broke up."

logan would stay up all morning with oscar that day, letting oscar choke back on tears for the next thirty minutes about the girl that simply packed her bags and moved halfway across the world from him. they would never speak of this day again, even after they both relocated to the uk together to start their junior career.

oscar never speaks of the girl he once devoted his entire self to, but logan often finds himself thinking of her whereabouts and how their relationship had changed oscar.

oscar never uttered the phrase ‘my girl’ when he started dating his long-time girlfriend, lily zneimer. now that they’re in f1 together, logan has at least gotten to know this girlfriend.

he is very well aware that she exists: he’s talked to and touched lily. but the question still lingers in the back of his mind about the unnamed girl, even years later.

the thought of her pops up randomly in his mind as he approaches the paddocks for his sophomore year in the sport. that was prompted by the sight of oscar also making his way into the paddocks slightly ahead of him.

“mate, i heard you’ve got a special guest in your side of the garage today,” oscar teases, stepping away from logan as he reaches out to tap his card into the reader.

“what? who told you that?” logan scoffs, passing through the gantries as he throws his head back in disbelief. “ugh, alex needs to shut his trap. i bet he told lando then lando told you.”

“no, your mum told my mum,” oscar laughs. he nudges his friend with his shoulder. “why? are you shy?”

“piss off.” logan giggles as he drops his head, shaking his head as he bites back a smile. “i’ll see you later, mate.”

“oh, i’ll see you later alright. i’ve got to see who’s making you blush like that,” the australian giggles, shoving him in the direction of the williams racing home.

logan chases his shoulder, managing to land a soft smack before he completely walks away. sure, logan had been seeing somebody for a while, and this weekend was the one he had singled out for you to come out and watch his race.

you were scheduled to come in about thirty minutes for now, about twenty minutes before he is supposed to disappear from the garage for an interview panel.

and he’s excited. this is his first time having his personal guest, who isn’t his mother or brother, in his side of the garage. sure, getting halfsies of alex’s girlfriend from the garage next to him is still something, but it’s just not the same.

so, he tries to pass the next thirty minutes as well as he can. and he does everything: he terrorises his team in the garage, then james sitting his office, then alex in his driver’s room.

still ten minutes left on the clock.

kinda early, but i’m here! :)

logan almost jumps out of his skin at the notification that pops up along with your name. he swallows back the excited scream as he runs down the stairs, pushing himself past alex and his girlfriend who were gathered downstairs with james.

logan swings the glass doors open, slumping his shoulders and feeling a wave of happiness in his chest when he sees you standing shyly by the stairs.

you look very cozy: wrapped in a dark puffer jacket and your bag barely hanging onto your shoulder. he almost wants to disappear with you into his driver’s room and cuddle all day. to hell with his commitments, even if it means fighting off his pr officer.

“hey, you!” logan beams, perking up as he jogs down the few steps to where you were. “you should have texted me when you reached the paddocks. i could have picked you up.”

immediately, he bends down to take your bag into his hands and then he pulls you in for a warm hug. “thanks for making it out this weekend.”

“of course. how can i decline a chance to watch you in your element?” you smile, leaning back slightly and wrapping your arms around him. “thank you for reserving a pass for me.”

“absolutely!” logan cheers, pulling away. “let me bring you inside and introduce you to the team. you don’t mind, right?”

“it’s my pleasure,” you smile.

he puts a hand on your back as he guides you up the racing home, pushing the door open and beckons for you to walk in before him.

“ah, lily, you were right! it’s neither his brother nor his mum that’s making a special appearance this weekend!” alex booms from deep inside the hospitality, throwing his arms in the air. “mr american man got a girlfriend over the winter break?”

“shut up, mate,” logan scowls, moving his hand up to hold your shoulder protecticely. “but, yes. this is… my girlfriend.”

he shyly looks down at you, catching your eye as you glance up at him. you’ve only recently gotten into a relationship with logan; fresh, only six weeks into the title.

“oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” lily steps away from alex’s grasp and holds a hand out to you, “i’m lily. welcome to the paddocks.”

“hi, i’m (y/n). it's so nice to finally meet you,” you smile, taking her hand. “and alex! logan talks about you guys really often. i’m a big fan.”

“oh, logan talks about me,” alex teases in a laugh, also extending his hand out to you. “good things only, i hope.”

“hey, i told you not to tell him that,” logan says through his teeth, giving you a warning stare with wide eyes.

“it’s my first time meeting him, babe,” you laugh to logan, taking his hand in yours to shake.

"oh, can i tell you about logan's antics last year in the paddocks?" alex asks you excitedly, hopping one step toward you.

"or," lily laughs, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend to steer him away from you, "let's let her settle down with logan. you can terrorise her after the day has ended, alex."

"aw, but i've got lists of embarrassing things about him," alex sighs with a frown, though he lets lily guide him away from the new couple. he cranes his neck and grins at you. "i will see you later! i'll prepare a list!"

"so we're avoiding him later," logan smiles at you, now guiding you towards the steps that would lead you to some privacy. "have you run into anyone yet? have you seen liam yet?"

you shake your head. "not yet. but i hope you'll bring me to him so that i can get to say hi? i haven't seen him since we bumped into them at disneyland in december."

"yeah, i know. he's been asking about you." he opens the door to his driver's room to let you in. "so, i've got to run for a bit. i've got an interview panel. it really shouldn't take too long. i'm sorry."

"sorry? what are you sorry for?" you giggle, taking a seat in the corner of the room. your eyes scan the small room, taking note of the endless shirts riddled with williams' logo hung in the corner.

"i don't wanna just leave you here by yourself," logan slumps his shoulders with a frown, resting his hands on his knees as he bends over to meet your eyes. "i feel bad."

"oh, i'll be okay." you wave off his concern and lean in, pressing a chase kiss to his lips. "just text me when you're done. i'll go downstairs and find lily and get to know her better."

"that's a good idea! you guys should really go around the paddocks. there's a concert somewhere too, make the best out of my pass, okay?" logan smiles, his hand cupping your chin. he brushes his thumb over your cheek as he towers over you. "text me if you get lost."

"i won't get lost," you smile, standing up from the seat. "i actually haven't had my coffee yet. do you know anywhere i can get a cup of coffee?"

"oh, lily should know where," logan hums, tapping his bottom lip as he heads for his door. "let me get her for you."

"logan." the firmness in your voice stops logan in his tracks, turning around with curious eyes. "i can find lily on my own. i'll be okay - i'll see you later."

"are you sure? i just feel bad that i'll leave you all by yourself," logan whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "i'll miss you."

"i'll miss you too. but you've got a job to do," you giggle, walking out of his room with your hands wrapped around his arm. "i won't disappear. i'll meet you wherever when you're done. just text me."

"fine."

so logan goes and does his media commitments with alex in tow. and lily clearly had the same idea as you, meeting you at the front doors as alex walked away with logan.

"logan mentioned you were looking for coffee?" lily beams, quickly finding herself by your side as she leads you around the paddocks. "i know the best racing home to get a good cup of, but we might have to sneak in."

"sneak in?" you tilt your head. "is that even allowed?"

"yeah, carmen will get us in! mercedes has got the best cup of coffee to offer around here," lily giggles. "and, you should meet the rest of the girls. what are you going to do for the rest of the evening while the boys are out doing their jobs?"

"i suppose you're right," you shrug with a small smile. "but it's my first time here. should i really be caught sneaking into another team's home?"

"ah, you're with me," lily smiles. "i've got you."

so you actually get your cup of coffee in the back of the mercedes' racing home, now finding yourself huddled together with carmen and lily. they had asked you how you had come to meet logan, especially after the driver had spent most of it behind closed doors and rarely showed himself to the cameras.

it was a pretty simple story. you had been on vacation in new york with a group of your friends, minding your business in the corner of a crowded bar. truthfully, you didn't even want to be there, but it was your best friend's birthday trip. you couldn't say no even if you insisted.

logan had caught sight of you pretending to drink shots your friends were handing you towards the end of the night. eventually, you wound up with about six filled shot glasses hiding behind you, desperately hidden from your friend's prying eyes.

he thought it was funny, and had offered to finish them for you. in exchange for a promise that they were not laced with poison.

you had hit it off, and logan asked you out on a date. while you were unfortunately flying off to another state in a week, he had taken up the challenge and took you out on a date the very next night in the heart of new york city.

the rest is history, as they say.

"does logan actually ever say no to free alcohol?" carmen jokes, blowing into her cup of hot coffee. "wait! there's a concert happening not too far from here. do you guys know who's performing?"

"it should be on the race's instagram page," lily sighs, swiftly taking her phone out of her pocket. "but aren't the guys finishing up their interviews by now?"

"it's a long weekend. would they really notice if we weren't here for one break that they have?" carmen points out knowingly with a smile. "and we've got to show her," carmen gestures towards you, "around. is this your first race weekend?"

you nod shyly, taking a sip from your coffee. "but it's okay, really! don't go out of the way for me."

"that's silly." lily runs a hand through her hair and sighs, resting a hand on her hip. "okay, so, let's meet the guys near the pit building. when they're called in for their driver's briefing, we make a run for the concert area, okay?"

"that sounds like a much better compromise." carmen turns to you with a playful smile. "we will teach you how to make the most out of logan's race pass. you're going to have so much fun with us."

"after the concert, we'll head upstairs to the viewing pen and get a couple of drinks," lily smiles. she glances down at her phone. "oh, seems like they're already done. you guys wanna head there together?"

"sure!"

you start backpedalling from your position, ready to follow the two veteran paddock enjoyers. that seemed like a good idea until your back collides with something - someone - and suddenly you've got mildly hot coffee all over your top.

this is the one time you regret unzipping your jacket to let a bit of the cold in.

"i'm so sorry."

"it's fine," you say with a soft whine, turning around before being flashed by a bright orange jacket and a pair of brown eyes. "it's..." you tilt your head. "do i know you from somewhere?"

the shape of his polite smile and the way his brown eyes look into you are all very familiar. but you just can't quite place a finger on it.

perhaps it's because he looks a lot different from the last time you saw him. you were a wee fourteen-year-old the last time you had seen him before you were forced to pack your bags and move away because of your dad's job.

but, as a kid, you generally did a lot of moving around because of that said job. now you're just trying to single him out by geographic location from the many friends you've made and lost contact with over the years.

"(y/n)?" oscar's eyebrows shoot up, your name coated thickly with an australian accent as his hand lingers on your shoulder.

"oh, you two know each other?" lily excitedly asks, looking between the two younger individuals.

who seem to be very caught up in their unexpected reunion. you'd be shocked too if the girl you had thought was the love of your life shows up at your big boy job with your colleagues' girlfriends with a mercerdes coffee cup in hand.

"yeah, we uh," oscar takes a step away from you and puts his hands in the pockets of his team jacket, "we used to go to school together. in melbourne."

"right," you sigh in relief, finally being able to place him in a particular timeline of your life. you finally remember him: oscar piastri, the school heartthrob with a charming smile and friendly eyes. he had even asked you to be his girlfriend at some point, dating for the better part of a year before you had to leave melbourne with your family. "oscar, right? i'm sorry, my memory's a little bit hazy."

"no, yeah," oscar agrees, scanning you head to toe. "it's been... how long has it been since we last saw each other?"

"very long. it's been years since i left melbourne." you lower your cup and readjust your jacket, trying to hide the prominent wet patch of coffee at the collar of your inner shirt.

but the longer you stare at him, the more the memories come rushing back to the time you spent with the best friend you had made in melbourne for those years. you can vividly remember oscar picking you out in pe to be his teammate, sneaking out of homeroom to grab a juice pack together right down the hall.

you had completely forgotten the tears you shed that day you had to leave melbourne. you swore that you would keep in contact with the warmest brown eyes your eyes have ever seen, but you had simply gotten too busy settling into the new environment that had been thrown at you.

before you knew it, you had dropped your phone into the lake when you were out with your friends and you lost oscar's phone number. you never found a way to reconnect with him, and eventually, he had joined the long list of friends that you had forgotten about.

"i," oscar laughs, "what are you doing here in the paddocks? are you friends with them?"

"no," you straighten your back with a polite smile, "i'm with somebody - logan."

and oscar's never wanted to ever tear apart the paddocks' walls with his own hands before. what do you mean his girl is here with his best friend?

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lowkeyremi · 3 months

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Random haikyuu hcs bc im bored ft. mattsun, atsumu, iwa, tendou and kags

Matsukawa Issei definitely sits around looking at instagram posts with you, rating any and everyone.

"Hey stink, what do ya think about her?" He asks waiting for you to lift your head from your phone.

When you do, you're met with a picture of an elderly woman. "Bro... I am not rating somebody's grandma." You push his phone out of your face and he snorts out a laugh.

"I will, she's a ten in my book." A lazy smirk coats his lips and you smack him lightly.

"You're so annoying."

"You love it." He kisses your cheek.

Miya Atsumu will give you kisses to try and gain your attention. He's lonely without your eyes on him.

He goes for your neck this time, placing a small peck on it. When he realizes you haven't stopped looking at your textbook he tries again. Your faux blond boyfriend goes for a kiss on your jaw.

"Hm?" You finally respond.

"Look at me :((("

His pout turns upward when your cute fingers slowly close the big green textbook to give him your full attention.

"I'm looking."

"Good." His smile is so pretty. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're dating him.

Anytime you text Iwaizumi Hajime that you'll be joining him at the gym he'll use heavier weights to impress you.

"Wow Haji, are you sure that isn't heavy?" You ask watching him lift a sixty-five pound dumbbell in one hand. (idk how much guys like iwa usually lift in one hand so spare me) (i don't lift more than 25 lbs in my normal workouts 😭)

"Nah, these are what I usually use." And you find it cute that he thinks you don't notice the way his muscles strain when his arm pumps up and down and he tries to quiet his exhales.

"You don't have to impress me, baby. You're already impressive as is." He sighs in relief, dropping the dumbbell to the ground.

"I don't know who I thought I was fooling." He smiles at you.

Tendou Satori is always humming/singing a song you're thinking about.

"Tori! I was just thinking about that." He hears you gasp in shock and excitement. A cat-like smile expands on his face.

"Damn, I think we have couple telepathy." You'd never heard of that but it sound like Satori to make something like that up.

"Babe, I don't think that's a real thing."

"I made it up right now :D" How could you crush his spirit when he's so cute?

"Okay! Guess what I'm thinking!"

Last but not least, Kageyama Tobio sucks at card games because he's so easy to read.

He thinks he has the upper hand in Uno, but little does he know the mirror he's sitting in front of shows off his cards and you can see the wild card he has.

I mean, it was already obvious by the way he was smirking in a triumphant way. A proud huff escaping his lips.

So you decide to knock him down a few pegs and place your yellow skip down, his face immediately sours and he grunts.

"Uno!" You call out.

"Well good luck I'm sure you don't-"

You place down a draw four and he stops talking to look you dead in your face, "Uno out!" You giggle when he throws the cards down.

"Tch. I hate card games." He says getting up.

"Well maybe, keep your facial expressions in check, baby. You're easy to read like a kid's book." (hehe see what i did there? tendou dub line :3)

#matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #issei x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi #satori tendou x reader #tendou x reader #satori tendou #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama x reader

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owliellder · 7 months

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: I've been late posting this entire series 😭. i explained a bit when anon asked, but i LOST my compression gloves and got a new pair relatively quick on top of my $200 medication 💔 my wallet is in shambles guys

ANYWAYS thank you all for sticking around and bearing with me!! i kiss and hug everyone!! even though i haven't responded to comments lately, i read every single one and it always makes me giggle ♥️♥️

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 5

The drive back to your university with your mom was excruciating. You hadn’t told anyone what’d happened which meant you had to keep a happy demeanor around them throughout the holidays up until now. Dread had settled in your stomach once the drive began and continued to spread the closer you got, similar to when you’re headed to the doctors or the dentist, just a million times worse.

Texting Ella and Sky had helped a surprising amount, turning the majority of your anxiety into rage. Ella was furious when she found out, so her fury, and Sky’s, quickly became yours.

They hyped you up, ready to be at your side and assist in tearing “that shitty fratfuck” to shreds. The support meant so much after everything, especially after the reality of it all set in; you’d seen the picture via snapchat from someone you didn’t know, so how many others had seen it?

Your worst fear was being seen as easy, being used like you were. But you weren’t, were you? Your friends had made sure to try and convince you otherwise, you had to give them that, yet even with the facts laid out in front of you, it was still hard to divert your thoughts away from that ever-looming self-doubt.

Seeing the campus come into view only served to solidify those thoughts and feelings. No matter what Sky and Ella had tried or are willing to do for you, it just wasn’t enough to fix what’s been done.

Your mom helped you bring your suitcase up to your dorm, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the temple before saying goodbye and heading on her way. Playing okay around your family all winter break was exhausting, so you just chose to sit in silence on your bed instead of unpacking your stuff. Always prepared, you wanted to get here a few days early, using unpacking and settling back in as an excuse, when really you just needed time to collect yourself before the inevitable happened.

He was here, and you were sure he’d seek you out eventually once he spotted you, or maybe when one his friends did and the word made its way back to him. Whichever way it happened, you knew it’d be unfavorable.

“Hey,” Ella’s voice from the doorway caught your attention, “you look miserable..” How hadn’t you heard the door open?

“I am miserable, but uh.. let’s just pretend I’m not, okay?” You replied, barely cracking a smile as you glanced up at her.

She gave you a weak laugh in return, letting the door close as she slowly sauntered over to you, plopping down right next to you on the edge of the bed. “Fine, yeah. You haven’t shown me your schedule yet, by the way.”

“Oh, right-” you paused to reach over and grab your bag, rifling through the various papers in there until finally pulling out the schedule you printed out a couple weeks back. “It’s mostly the classes that aren’t fun.” You stopped to look at your schedule for a brief moment before passing the paper over to Ella, who quickly snatched it from your hand.

She squinted dramatically, holding the paper only a couple inches away from her face. “Yeaaah, these aren’t the best. At least it looks like you’ll have the majority of your pre-reqs out of the way for next year though.” Her observation made you chuckle with a nod.

“Which is what I’m trying to do. Work myself to the bone now, chill out later.”

“Don’t kill yourself trying to do everything in one fell swoop.”

“I promise I won’t Ella, this is just how I-” A knock on the door drew both yours and Ella’s attention away from each other, an immediate scowl settling on her face. You wanted to ask, but it seems she already knew what you were going to say, quickly shushing you in a hushed voice, “Sky won’t be here until tomorrow night. Don’t answer that.”

You paused, thought for a moment, then nodded once with pursed lips. Ella was a pretty serious person, the mom of the group you could say, so when she pulled that tone, you knew better than to test it. Besides, you didn’t want to see who or what was on the other side of the door, you needed more time.

The next day was a little better, if uneventful. You finally brought yourself to unpack your suitcase, a chance to reorganize everything since you’d gotten a few new things over the holidays. Ella stuck close, bringing food up and into your dorm to take advantage of the empty mini fridge while the two of you binge watched a few random movies.

You stayed cozied up in your bed, having already mapped out and memorized your walking path for each class; longer, less foot traffic to and from. All you had to do was get through the rest of this year, that’s all. Little extra walking never hurt anyone, right?

When classes actually started, the long and complicated walks actually worked for a time; no one gave you strange looks, no one tried to talk to you, and it was pretty quiet. Scenic. But everyone knows everything good must come to an end eventually, and of course it had to be when you were just starting to forget all of this mess.

He caught you between classes. Scenic walks backfired massively when you realized there wasn’t anyone else around on that part of campus. Guess you didn’t think this one all the way through.

You couldn’t help but notice he looked pretty roughed up, sporting a few bruises along his cheekbone, a split lip, and a healing black eye. Seems he’s been busy over winter break.

“Listen, please listen-” Leon pleaded, holding his hands out in a weak attempt to trap you in the hallway. All this did was make you even more uncomfortable. “I know what I did was wrong, but I was not the one who sent that picture around, I swear.” You just stood in place after a few tries to get around him, giving him an almost bored stare. He didn’t really expect to finally catch you, so he stumbled over his words as he continued to ramble.

“I-.. I’m so, so sorry for doing that to you,” he slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides once he was sure you’d stay to listen, “I know that what I did was terrible, and I mean it when I say that I am sorry. I wish there was a way to turn back time and undo it, but I can't. I can't even explain why I did it in the first place, but that's not an excuse. I just- I messed up big time and I was- am stupid for letting it happen.”

To you this seemed sincere, but you really couldn’t be sure and it was safe to assume it wasn’t. Leon managed to trick you for months, who’s to say this wasn’t a trick as well?

Your look turned skeptical, crossing your arms tightly against your chest with a shaky breath. Despite handling this better than you thought you would, it was still nerve wracking having this kind of talk.

“I'm not good at this, but I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, if that's even possible..” Leon breathed out, panting as he tried to catch his breath after talking so fast. “I managed to uh-.. to find everyone who had the picture and I made them delete it.”

“I made them delete the picture.” He repeated, taking another moment to breathe before suddenly looking down to yank something out of his pocket. “I-I got your uh-.. these-”

Seeing him hold up your panties so casually made you gasp, immediately looking around the hallway to make sure it was still empty before shooting him a glare, whispering a harsh “Put them back! Put them back!” which made him scramble to hide them in his pocket again.

“Right- right, sorry! Sorry…” Leon was sweating at this point, growing increasingly anxious under your gaze. He didn’t want to mess this up any further, but man he was doing a pretty shitty job at that right now.

His hands were shoved into his pockets as well, both of you blushing with embarrassment, and also shame on Leon’s part. Once he managed to slow his breathing, he started to talk again, a noticeable frown tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t.. have to forgive me or anything, I just wanted to make sure you knew that hardly anyone knows and-” His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, turning his head to the side to look at the wall, “.. and that I’m sorry. I really do like you, I guess I just took a little too long to realize it…”

You made another quick glance over your shoulder before looking back at the man trembling in front of you who was still avoiding your gaze. You wanted to hate him so bad, so bad, but it was hard when all you could see was the Leon who was so sweet, the Leon who let you cry to him when the weight of the world was on your shoulders and made you feel so wanted and loved.

“Can we-” you cleared your throat and pulled the strap of your backpack further up onto your shoulder, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Can we talk later, maybe? Like, in my dorm? I don’t want anyone overhearing any of this..”

Leon perked up when he heard you talk, pulling his hands from his pockets to nervously rake his fingers through his hair, which was now partially damp from the sweat beading off his forehead. “Oh- OH! Yeah, of- of course, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t- I just needed to-”

You waved your hands in front of your chest, shutting him up so he didn’t spill any further. "And throw those away." He nodded silently, wiping a hand down his face until it settled right in front of his lips, probably knowing he was talking too much at this point.

There was one more class you needed to go to that day, so you hurried off after telling him to wait outside your dorm until you were done, and he promised he would. Very adamantly, too. At least he held true to his words, standing in the hallway right in front of your dorm room like a lost puppy when you turned the corner. It was cute for a second, though annoyance quickly replaced that feeling as you walked over and let him in.

You weren’t exactly ready to have a full blown talk, but then again, no one ever was. What made it easier was your roommate never returned that semester, assuming she dropped out, so you basically had the whole dorm to yourself for the rest of the year. Or until someone had a roommate issue and needed a change. Didn’t really matter to you at that point.

There was really only one thing on your mind and that was getting Leon to explain this whole ordeal to you. You needed detail, clarification, anything to help you understand what’d been going on behind your back during that time. And he did, telling you just about everything he could; who suggested the bet, who roped him into the idea, the second guessings he had since the start, how he could’ve done literally anything else to avoid the way it all played out, everything.

Obviously you couldn’t just forgive him like that, even though he kept telling you how sorry he was and how terrible he felt about it. You wanted to forgive him, but you weren’t ready, and he understood that. He would’ve been satisfied with any response you gave him, so having been given the chance to really explain and have you listen was more than enough in his eyes.

“And just so you know, my friends aren’t going to let you off the hook,” you pulled your legs up so you were sitting criss-cross on the bed, looking across at Leon who was sitting on the bed opposite of yours.

“Yeah, I know..” he chuckled awkwardly, reaching a hand back to rub at the nape of his neck. “I was honestly expecting them to jump me, but they just give me evil looks whenever they see me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making a mental note to question Sky and Ella about that later. “You’ll never get nice looks from them again and I won’t be vouching for you.”

Leon nodded, silence blanketing the room as you’d finally run out of things to discuss. Though it was awkward, it was nice to have him hanging around again. “Anyways,” you started, standing up from your bed slowly as you vaguely gestured towards the door, “I need to study, sooo…”

“Oh, yeah, totally, uhm..” he followed suit, standing up from the other bed before sauntering over to the door as you held it open for him. He walked out and turned around almost instantly, a small smile suddenly appearing on his face once his eyes met yours, his arms jerking upwards slightly as if to suggest a hug.

“Don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Sink or Swim

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Angst / Fluff

Description: Things go sideways when you invite your new neighbors over for cocktails and nibbles

Time/Place: Off-season (mid-July 2023) / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This fic takes place a couple weeks back, pre-camp and pre-calf injury 😢

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You check your phone for what seems like the 100th time in the last hour, rushing to finish setting up your cocktails and nibbles spread before your new neighbors, Jake and Eric, arrive. "Where the hell is Joe?" you mutter under your breath, adding several slices of fresh lime to an obscenely large pitcher of margaritas just as your doorbell rings.

You hurry to answer it, greeting your guests and ushering them through the house to the back patio where you have several appetizers ready to accompany the aforementioned pitcher of margs. You get both guys set up with drinks and nibbles before checking your phone again.

Nothing. You chew your lip and toggle back and forth between mad and worried at the fact you haven't heard from Joe in the last several hours. He hasn't responded to your calls or texts and that is 100% not like him. Last you heard he was headed to Black Sheep to work out, but he promised to be home by 6:30 to meet your new neighbors.

"Joe should be here any minute," you smile, trying to relax and make small talk while still being in a state of uncertainty.

After quickly downing your first margarita, you're feeling much more relaxed as Jake tells a story of how his perfectly planned marriage proposal went comically wrong. The three of you are still laughing like hyenas when the patio door opens and Joe walks out, the look on his face causing you to immediately jump up and intercept him.

"Hey," you chirp, your eyes going wide when he ignores you and strides straight up to Jake who hurriedly gets on his feet. "Joe, this is Jake, our new neighbor," you state, looking back and forth between the two men.

"Wow, you look a lot taller in person," Jake chuckles, holding a hand out to shake. "Thanks," Joe mutters, squeezing Jake's hand harder than necessary while flashing a smile that doesn't quite reach his pale blue eyes. Jake snatches his hand out of Joe's overly-firm grasp and takes a step back. "This is Eric," he mutters, gesturing at the smaller man standing beside him. "Don't shake his hand," he whispers loudly to Eric, both men giving him wary smiles before you break the tension.

"Joe? Can I talk to you inside for a sec?" you ask, giving him a 'don't try me' look when he cuts his eyes at you. Joe gives a terse nod and heads for the house. "Be right back," you whisper to your guests, quickly following Joe inside.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you hiss as soon as you close the patio door. "And where the hell have you been?"

"Me and some guys went to that bar just around the corner from the gym. Had a beer and a few wings, no biggie."

"No biggie?" you seethe. "You were supposed to be home by 6:30 to meet our new neighbors." He rolls his eyes as you continue. "You've been ignoring my calls and texts for the last few hours. Would you like to explain why?"

"My agent was annoying me so I decided to ignore my phone for awhile." He gives a nonchalant shrug. "Sorry I forgot about cocktails with the new neighbors, but I'm not loving the fact that I just caught my fiancée getting hit on by two men."

"Getting hit on? Have you lost your mind?"

"I know what I saw! I watched y'all for a few minutes before coming outside."

You take a deep breath and give Joe a slow once-over, taking in his purple tee, black shorts and the black headband keeping his unruly curls somewhat in check. "They're married," you state, narrowing your eyes at him when he hits you with a stank face.

"Oh yeah? Well, where are their wives?" he asks, accompanying his stank face with a bitchy smirk. "They probably got tired of watching their husbands eye-fuck you so they went home."

"You have lost your damn mind," you snort, shaking your head in disbelief.

"But I'm not wrong, am I?"

"You are 100 percent wrong," you snap. "Jake and Eric are a couple!" Joe's eyes widen as you continue. "They're married to each other."

You can tell from the look on his face the exact moment the realization hits. "Oh," he murmurs, quickly followed by an even more emphatic "ohhhhhhh, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think I needed to tell you. If you'd been home at 6:30 -- like you promised -- it would've been immediately apparent when you met them. Don't try to shift the blame onto me!"

"I'm not trying to shift . . ."

"And another thing," you interrupt, stepping forward to put a finger in his face. "It's not my fault that you're a heteronormative jackass!"

"You know I'm not like that," he argues.

"And yet here we are," you scoff, rolling your eyes as you brush past him and grab a plate of brownies off the counter.

"I, ummm, I'll join y'all as soon as I pee."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, throwing him a look as you head back outside.

You walk back out and give the guys a quick apology. "Sorry about that," you soothe. "He totally forgot about cocktails & nibbles tonight." You set the brownies down on the table before continuing. "Not to mention he thought y'all were hitting on me."

"Told ya!" Jake hoots, pointing a finger at Eric.

"Y'all picked up on that, huh?" you ask.

"Yeah, we figured he had the wrong idea," Jake chuckles. "I told Eric I'm surprised he didn't whip it out and pee on your leg to mark his territory."

Y'all are still cackling when the patio door opens and Joe ambles out to join you, a slightly sheepish look on his face as he approaches the table. "I owe y'all an apology," he says, dropping into a chair and giving Jake and Eric a sincere smile. "Can we hit the reset button?"

"Absolutely!" Eric chirps, grabbing the plate of brownies and shoving it at Joe. "Here, have a brownie. They make everything better."

Joe laughs along with the guys as he grabs a frosted brownie and takes a big bite. He chews and swallows before speaking up. "Best brownie I've ever tasted."

"For real," Jake agrees. "We def need to get the recipe from Y/n."

"Y/n is an amazing cook," Joe states, giving you a smile while polishing off his brownie. "She's actually amazing at everything," he continues, winking at you as he reaches for another gooey confection.

"Awww," Eric and Jake say in unison, laughing when you narrow your eyes at Joe before joining in the laughter.

Thirty minutes later -- after another margarita and some fun banter between the entire group -- you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. As you finish peeing your phone chimes with a text. You see it's from your best friend, and it's a simple "WTF?" plus a link.

You quickly wash your hands before clicking the link. It takes you to a twitter post of a bleached blonde woman hanging all over your man. You bite your lip as you peruse the pic -- her push-up bra doing work under her low-cut top as she leans against Joe, her smile looking like the cat that ate the canary. You feel an absolute wave of anger flow through you as you read her caption. "Met Joe Burrow tonight! So glad I got to tell him how HOT he is in person! He seemed to really appreciate it."😉

You send a quick reply to your bestie and head back outside, your poker face in full effect as Joe meets your gaze for several seconds before returning his attention to Eric who is telling a funny story about accidentally setting his college mascot on fire with a sparkler.

You take a deep breath, seething at the disrespect your man has dished out this evening. It's not that a woman basically threw herself at him, hell you're used to both men and women thirsting over him and it's not an issue; he's objectively hot as fuck. But the fact that he ghosted your ass for several hours and blew off your plans? Fuck that, you think to yourself. He's gonna hear about it later.

You tune back into the conversation as Joe continues to make small talk with the guys, a thought forming in the back of your mind about the reaction Joe had when he came home. By the time Jake and Eric leave -- carrying several brownies home with them -- you think you've pretty much got the entire thing figured out.

Joe closes the front door behind your guests and breathes an audible sigh of relief. "They're really nice," he states, his eyebrows heading for his hairline when he turns around and sees the look on your face. "What is it?" he asks.

"How many women hit on you at the bar tonight?"

"None," he scoffs, giving you an incredulous look.

"What's this then?" you ask, showing him the tweet on your phone.

He squints at the screen for a second before meeting your gaze. "I didn't think she was hitting on me," he states, shrugging his shoulders when you roll your eyes at him.

"So if I was at a bar, and a guy was hanging all over me telling me I'm hot, would you think he was hitting on me?" you ask.

"Maybe," he mumbles.

"There's no 'maybe' about it, Joseph, and you know it! -- So let's break it down: you blew off our plans tonight, ghosted my ass for several hours, projected your shitty behavior onto me and our new neighbors when you finally came drag-assing home, and LIED to my face just now about getting hit on at the bar. Does that about cover it?"

"I forgot about our plans and lost track of time. And what the hell does 'projected' mean?"

"It means when you came home and saw me and the guys having a laugh, you immediately decided we were doing something shady like you did at the bar. Pure projection on your part."

"I didn't do anything shady."

You stare at him for several seconds while he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, gathering your thoughts before finally speaking. "I've got so many things I wanna say to you, but I probably shouldn't," you admit.

"Go ahead and say 'em," he mutters. "Just unload on me. Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what would make me feel better? If you came close to putting as much effort into this relationship as I do." He drops his gaze to the floor as you continue. "I've curated my entire life the last several years around your wants and needs. I live in a city that I would never live in if I wasn't with you. I like it fine, but it's not my first choice."

Joe picks at a thumbnail as you forge ahead. "I work from home so I can be at your beck and call." You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks but you keep going. "I can't remember the last time we did something spontaneous like grab an ice cream cone and walk around downtown, go on a picnic, go to the farmers market, a pumpkin patch or a dozen other little things that I'd love to do with you."

"I'm sorry," Joe mumbles, his gaze capturing yours as you angrily wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

You shake your head in agitation. "Your excuse for never doing much with me in town is because you don't want the attention of fans, but it's obvious you actually love the attention as long as I'm not there to cockblock."

"Not true," he argues.

"Let me rephrase that," you sneer. "You love the attention as long as it's from thirsty women who mash their titties against you and tell you how hot you are."

He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut as you continue.

"I used to love international travel, but that's something else I've basically had to give up for you. The last time I left the country was almost three years ago when I went to Paris with my mom, aunt and cousin for my cousin's 21st birthday. I felt bad about leaving you alone for ten days so I haven't done it since. Meanwhile, my passport is gathering cobwebs since you don't think there's any reason to leave the U.S. for vacation."

"You're right," he states, raking a hand through his messy curls while giving you a pleading look. "You're absolutely right and I promise to do better."

The silence stretches out for several heartbeats before you speak up again. "Quit saying what I wanna hear. I'm not done being mad at you yet."

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Not a damn thing. I mean, nothing says 'fuck you' quite like ghosting your fiancée cause you're enjoying the attention of thirsty randos at a bar."

"I didn't enjoy it," he mutters, a hot blush rising in his cheeks as you stare at him unblinking. "I didn't flirt back," he mumbles under his breath, biting his lip when you give a derisive snort.

"You didn't flirt back, huh? You wanna cookie for that?"

"No."

"Then how about a little of your own medicine?"

"Meaning?"

You wipe the rest of the tears off of your face before answering. "Meaning I have plans Friday night with the girls."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet," you shrug. "Maybe a bar, maybe a club." You take a step toward him and tilt your head back to look up into his face. "The only thing I know for sure is I'm gonna wear something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick. Pretty sure that'll get me a little attention, don't you think?"

"That'll get you a fucking ton of attention and you know it," he grumbles.

"Yeah, I know." You give him a bitchy grin and bat your eyelashes. "But I promise not to flirt back," you snark, throwing his own words in his face before spinning around and heading for the back door. "I'm gonna take a swim to cool off," you state, slamming the door behind you.

Joe steps out onto the patio just as you pour yourself another margarita. "It's not a good idea to get too lit before swimming," he scolds, dropping into a patio chair as you guzzle the entire drink before setting the glass on the table with a loud thud.

"I'm a better swimmer than you even when I'm tipsy," you boast, yanking your halter top off, quickly followed by your shorts and strapless bra. You give him an arrogant smirk while his gaze rakes over your mostly-naked body. "I've been swimming since I was four years old, plus I was on the varsity swim team in high school."

"I know you're an amazing swimmer," he admits, "but you probably didn't practice or compete while shitfaced."

"I'm not shitfaced," you argue, pondering whether or not to keep your purple lace thong on for a few seconds before Joe's voice cuts into your thoughts.

"How many margaritas have you had?"

"Three."

"And you feel tipsy, right?"

"Yes, Officer Burrow, I feel a little tipsy," you snark, rolling your eyes at him. "You wanna give me a field sobriety test?"

"I wanna give you something," he states, treating you to another slow once-over. "Let's go to bed."

"No." You put your hands on your hips as he stands up and levels a no-nonsense gaze at you.

"Look, that last drink hasn't even hit yet. I don't think it's safe for you to swim."

"Well, good thing I don't need your permission," you snap, grabbing the margarita pitcher and chugging the last several swallows before setting it back down; you smack your lips in the most annoying way possible and give him a catty wink before turning to sprint for the pool, a shot of pure adrenaline racing through you when you hear him hot on your heels. You hit the jets (you were also a track star in high school) and launch yourself into the pool just before he can grab you, hitting the cool water in a sleek, shallow dive that barely ripples the surface.

You swim the entire length of the pool underwater before coming up for air. You throw a look over your shoulder while catching your breath, surprised to see a pile of clothes and a pair of sneakers where Joe was last standing but he's nowhere in sight.

Before your alcohol-fogged brain has time to register the meaning, he pops up right beside you in the deep end of the pool, his smug smirk leveling all the way up to cocky when you let out a surprised squeal. "You scared me!" you holler, splashing water in his face when he laughs at you.

"Come here," he orders, swimming toward you while you continue to retreat, his eyes going wide as he realizes what you're about to do.

"I'll race you," you challenge just before pushing off hard from the wall; you immediately launch into a strong freestyle stroke, the once placid water churning as the two of you swim side-by-side down the length of the pool, your groan of aggravation loud in the humid night air as you quickly look over just before you touch and realize he's barely beat you. "Dammit!" you snap. "And I even had a head start."

"Not much of one," he soothes. "I got a good push-off like half a second after you."

"Oh shut up," you grumble, making your way over to the pool steps while wringing the water out of your long hair.

"I mean it was really close," he states, watching as you climb the steps and plop down on the top step, his gaze immediately drawn to the way your boobs bounce and jiggle as you vigorously finger comb your hair.

"Don't look so smug," you mutter. "You're almost a foot taller than me plus you have those long-ass noodle arms. Of course you're gonna out-touch me."

"Noodle arms?"

"Not to mention I have more drag working against me since my tits are way bigger than your dick."

"Damn, woman," he chuckles. "Noodle arms plus a small dick. You really know how to make a man feel good about himself."

"Quit fishing for compliments; you know your dick is huge but it's smaller than my boobs, especially when you're not hard." You flick a quick glance down his body, unable to see much below hip level since it's underwater. "I'm assuming you're not hard."

"Not yet," he purrs, giving you a dirty wink when you roll your eyes at him. "What about the noodle arms?" he pouts.

You run your gaze over his muscular arms before responding. "I was just talking about the length not the thickness."

"Mmmm, talk dirty to me," he groans, walking closer until he's just a noodle-arm's length away from you.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Literally every word coming out of your pretty mouth is pissing me off right now."

"Why don't you shut me up then?" he goads, giving you a filthy grin.

"Meaning?"

He slowly licks his lips while staring directly at your lace-covered crotch. "I know better than to talk with my mouth full soooo."

"Oh good one," you snort, quickly standing up before shucking your panties off; you wring the water out of them then grab your towel and dry off, giving Joe a knowing smirk as he watches you closely. "You just wanna get your dick wet."

"My dick's already wet," he quips, climbing the pool steps to reveal his very wet, semi-erect member.

You roll your eyes and toss the towel at him as you turn to walk toward the house. "You know what I mean," you grumble, throwing a look over your shoulder as you continue toward the house. "Just because I'm tipsy doesn't mean I'm gonna forget I'm mad. You'll just have to get yourself off tonight."

You take exactly three more strides before you feel his hands on your waist. "Put me down!" you grit out, simultaneously annoyed and impressed at how easily he snatches you up and wrangles your squirming body onto the oversized rattan daybed sitting in the far corner of your covered patio. You hit the plush cushions facedown with him partially on top of you, his big frame holding you in place as you continue to squirm.

"Manhandling a woman who is much smaller than you is not the flex you think it is," you snap, biting your lip as he pushes your damp hair to the side so he can nip and suck at your sensitive neck. "But I bet you're wet," he whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to run through you. "Of course I'm wet," you scoff. "I just got out of the pool and didn't fully dry off." His dirty chuckle causes a throb of arousal in your core. "You know what I mean," he purrs, echoing your words from earlier. "Whatever. I'm not remotely aroused," you lie, going completely still as he slowly slides one hand from the base of your neck down the length of your spine. "Let me get you off," he whispers, massaging your ass while nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "I'm the reason you're mad and stressed out," he continues. "You'll sleep better if make you cum a couple times."

"I doubt if you can get me in the mood," you grumble, your voice muffled by the daybed cushion. "Well at least let me try," he coaxes, sliding a hand between your thighs while nibbling at the super-sensitive spot just behind your ear. "Good girl," he purrs as you spread your legs a bit wider to give him better access, his deep voice in your ear causing a gush of liquid heat in your core.

You try to stifle a whimper as he ghosts two fingers over your slit, dipping just inside to get them wet before pulling out to tease you, going deeper and deeper each time until he's finger-fucking you with slow, deep strokes.

You try your best to keep quiet but your body language gives you away, your back arching to help him hit the perfect angle over and over before he suddenly withdraws his fingers. You're about to protest when you hear loud sucking noises, a shot of arousal rushing through you when you realize he's sucking your essence off his fingers.

"That's not pool water, baby girl," he teases, smacking his lips like he's enjoying filet mignon. "Shut up," you grumble, smiling against the cushions as he graces you with a raunchy laugh. "You know the best way to shut me up," he goads. "Fine," you state, rolling onto your back before spreading your legs, a sizzle of heat racing through you at the look of pure lust on his face as he immediately crawls in between. You shove a pillow under your head for a better view as he gets down to business.

Your first climax hits fast, with Joe's tongue on your clit and two fingers inside you, his deep voice speaking delicious praise against your most sensitive flesh as he expertly works you, your hands fisted in his hair and his name on your lips as you come apart.

You're still gasping for breath when he goes for round two, using his thumbs to spread you open while slowly thrusting his tongue deep inside, avoiding your over-sensitive clit for what seems like ages until you start writhing and begging for release.

He uses his entire sensual playbook to bring you to the edge over and over, holding intense eye contact as he teases you with his tongue and fingers, pulling back occasionally to talk dirty to you, causing your pleasure points to throb at the raw lust in his voice.

"I'm close!" you gasp for about the 15th time, groaning in frustration when he flutters his tongue over your clit before pulling back. "Joseph, if you don't finish me off I'm gonna do it myself!" you warn, a shot of pure arousal overriding the alcohol flowing through your veins at the sound of his deep, throaty chuckle. "Yes, ma'am," he purrs, adding an expert flick to the thrust and drag of his talented fingers inside you, ruthlessly hitting your g-spot while sucking your clit.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as your climax hits, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through you as he continues to stroke you through your orgasm. Your heavy breathing is the only sound you hear for several minutes, your pulse jack-hammering then slowly returning to normal as you come back down.

When you finally catch your breath you hit Joe with a bratty smirk. "You did a lot of talking for a man who says he doesn't talk with his mouth full."

"You complaining?" he asks.

"No, sir," you chuckle, reaching for him just as he eases off the daybed. "Are we finished here?" you ask.

"Don't want you to think I'm just trying to get my dick wet."

"I was mad when I said that," you grumble.

"I know." He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. "But dick is not on the menu tonight."

"You're gonna be hardheaded about it, huh?"

"Yep."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, vaguely registering the sound of the patio door opening and closing.

A few minutes later Joe shakes your shoulder. "You awake?" he asks, smiling when you give him a sleepy look. "Sit up and take these," he orders, holding out two ibuprofen and a bottle of water, watching closely as you do his bidding. "Thanks," you mutter, drinking more water before standing up. "I need to go take a shower, but I gotta clean up first," you grump, taking a couple steps toward the patio table before he stops you. "I'll clean up," he promises. "You go grab a shower and get in bed."

"You sure?" you ask, trying to stifle a huge yawn as he grins at you. "I got this," he states, patting your plump butt as you walk by him heading for the door. "Thanks, babe," you murmur, letting loose another yawn as you walk inside.

Fifteen minutes later you slide between your cool, crisp sheets, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You wince as you replay the evening in your mind, feeling a little bad for reaming Joe out. He had it coming, you think to yourself, turning off your bedside lamp and trying to relax.

You're still half awake several minutes later when Joe walks into the mostly-dark bedroom; he sets a bottle of water on your bedside table before heading into the bathroom, the thoughtful gesture making you feel even worse. You sigh as you hear the shower turn on, sitting up to drink some water while pondering what to do. "I'll apologize as soon as he comes to bed," you whisper to yourself, setting the water back on the bedside table before laying down. You toss and turn for a couple minutes before hopping out of bed to turn the ceiling fan on. The quiet hum of the fan has you relaxing in no time, and the last sound you register is the shower turning off just before you drift off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ Four hours later ~ ~ ~

You wake up slowly, stretching your legs before rolling over to look at Joe, surprised to see him sitting up with his back against the padded headboard, the glow of his laptop giving him an ethereal look.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he says, giving you a smile as you yawn and stretch again. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"No headache?"

"No." You give him a wink. "Luckily Dr. Burrow got me to take some ibuprofen and guzzle water before bed. Worked like a charm."

"So far tonight I've been Officer Burrow and Dr. Burrow." He raises an eyebrow as he continues. "Pretty sure we're gonna need to do a little role-playing in the near future."

"Damn right," you purr, sharing a naughty smile with him before turning serious. "Listen, I want to apologize . . ."

"Nope," he interrupts. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I was kinda rude earlier."

"And I deserved it. -- I can't sleep because I've been thinking about everything you said. I've been doing a little soul-searching and a little web-searching," he nods at his laptop, "and I've got a few things to talk to you about. Is now a good time?"

"Yeah," you whisper, pushing up into a sitting position and quickly pulling the sheet up to cover your bare breasts; you grab your water bottle and take several swallows as he continues.

"First of all, I want to say you were right about everything you said earlier. I've been lazy and complacent, but I'm gonna do better. I promise." He forges ahead before you can formulate a response. "Since we're so close to training camp there's not a whole lot we can do, but I have a few suggestions." He gives you a sweet smile. "You wanna hear 'em?"

"Of course," you answer, smiling back as he scoots closer to you; you notice he has several tabs open on his laptop, and you give it a brief glance before returning your attention to him.

"Do you have any plans for next Wednesday night?" he asks.

You think for a second. "No, I'm free."

"Wanna go to Sotto?"

"Really?"

He leans down and drops a quick kiss on your smiling face before responding. "Really. I'll make a reservation for 7:00 if that's okay? You know I get hangry if we eat too late."

"That sounds perfect," you chuckle, already contemplating what you'll wear.

"Speaking of reservations," he continues. "Why don't we take Jake and Eric out to eat since I kinda ruined our first meeting. I was thinking we could go to The Precinct. I'll reserve a private dining room and we can treat them to a nice dinner."

"Great idea, babe, they'll love that. I'll call Eric tomorrow and ask when they'd like to go."

"Okay, but I'm making the reservation, so just let me know when to schedule it."

"Yes, sir," you purr, giving him a sultry look when he raises his eyebrows at you.

"You better quit looking at me like that or I won't finish this conversation before pouncing on you."

"Yes, sirrrrrr," you repeat, giggling when he rolls his eyes in mock-agitation.

"Okay moving on," he chuckles. "Remember when we went to that party at the lake last summer? There was that cool lakehouse that we drove by a couple times when we got lost looking for the party?"

You furrow your brow as you try to think back, your face lighting up when the memory clicks into place. "The tall, narrow three-story house with the rooftop deck?"

"Yep," he grins, opening a tab on his computer and swiveling it to show you the screen. "It's called 'The Crows' Nest' and it's an Airbnb."

"No way." You lean closer for a better look. "It's even more awesome than I remember."

"I booked it for three nights during our bye week."

"Shut up!" you squeal, slapping Joe's arm as he looks simultaneously stoked and smug.

"I hope three nights is enough," he says nervously. "I thought about doing four, but . . ."

"Three nights is plenty," you interject. "If I remember correctly, it's about an hour and a half drive. We'll have an amazing getaway and be back in plenty of time for you to prep for the 49ers game the following week."

"I love that you already know my schedule."

"Front, back, side to side, Mr. Burrow," you purr, giving him a saucy wink.

"You're amazing," he states, dropping a kiss on your forehead before continuing. "Our bye week is early this year, so it'll be warm enough to make a nest on that rooftop deck and do a little stargazing." He smiles as he thinks about it. "We can take that telescope you got me for my birthday; if the sky is clear we'll be able to see a couple planets."

You bite your lip trying not to laugh. "What?" he asks, grinning at the cheeky look on your face. "I'm dying to make a Uranus joke," you snicker, making sure to pronounce it in the most your-anus way possible. You both cackle for a bit before settling down.

You eventually lean against him and look up into his face. "Thank you for doing all of this. You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did," you whisper, smiling against his lips when he gives you a lingering kiss.

"I wanted to do it. And if we weren't so dang close to camp, I'd do even more." He nips your bottom lip before leaning back. "I've got one more thing to show you," he says, opening another tab before nodding at the computer screen. You lean closer as you read out loud. "Apply for a first-time passport." Your eyes go wide as you look at him. "Are you for real?"

"Totally for real," he chuckles. "I made an appointment for next week to go down and get it done. I gotta take proof of citizenship, a photo ID, the completed application, my blood type, DNA sequence, inseam, shoe size and dick length."

"Flaccid or hard," you deadpan, grinning when Joe snort laughs at your quick comeback. "I'm so proud of you," you continue. "Getting a first-time passport is a pain in the ass, but you can renew it by mail and that's much easier."

"I'll take your word for it," he grumbles, "but I've got big plans once I finally get it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Well, I mean … I hope you'll be okay planning our first big international trip. I'll be happy to help, but I'm gonna need you to take the lead on this, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, trying hard to hold it together while he continues.

"We have all season to plan something amazing for next off-season. You can pick the destination, and I'll help with smaller things like restaurants and activities." He bites his lip as tears start rolling down your cheeks. "I hope those are happy tears since I made you cry the sad kind earlier tonight," he mumbles, his gorgeous eyes so filled with regret that you cry a little harder.

"They're major happy tears," you sniff, staring into his eyes as he wipes your tears away and drops kisses in their place. "I know your fav place to be is at home," you sniffle, "and . . ."

"My fav place to be is where you are," he interrupts. "Doesn't matter if that's here at home or halfway across the world; wherever you are is where I wanna be." He quickly sets the laptop on his bedside table before pulling you close. "I love you," he states, leaning into your caress as you raise a hand to play with his hair. "I love you, too," you whisper, pressing kisses on his face before locking eyes with him.

"Can I be honest with you?" you ask.

"Of course."

"I'm still going out Friday night."

"Damn!" he grumbles.

"I'm teasing!" you giggle, sticking your tongue out when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Trying to rile me up, huh?" he asks.

"Maybe a little."

"That's cute," he states, giving you a loaded look. "But I know exactly what you'll be doing Friday night."

"What?"

"Wearing something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick." He gives you a smug smile. "But instead of wearing it to the club, you're gonna wear it for me."

"Here at home?"

"Yep, date night. I'll get dinner delivered -- whatever you want -- plus flowers, Champagne and anything else you want." He punctuates this statement with a filthy wink before continuing. "Then I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight."

"Sounds like a plan," you purr, sliding your panties off and sling-shotting them across the room. "Can we get an early start on the fucking part?"

"Yes, ma'am," he growls, both of you smiling ear-to-ear as he shucks his undies off before pushing up on one arm to look down at you, his tousled curls tumbling over his forehead as he uses his free hand to caress your breasts, your smiles morphing into something much more primal as his mouth captures yours.

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phantomannkaun · 3 months

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[𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄] 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 ~ 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛 <3

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contains: smut, 18+, fem reader, relationship, dirty talk, sex, restrained, pet names, praising, slight degrading and force

MINORS PLEASE DON'T INTERACT!! 18+

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background information: Nanami and you met a couple years ago when you were 23 and he was 24. At the time he was still a salaryman working a 9 to 5 job. You met him at work you were an office assistant and he couldn't help but fall in love with you at first sight. He denied his feelings for the longest time until you started to talk to him more and more. Finally after talking around the office for awhile he asked you out on a date and that's where everything started.

You two went out for a month or two before you became official. After dating for awhile you decided to move in with him and your guys' chemistry was unmatched. You guys had a steady relationship given you were busy and understood each other in that way.

A year later when you were 24 and he was 25, Nanami became a sorcerer again which altered his hours. You'd get home 3 hours before he would which made you sort of lonely. However, despite the loneliness, Nanami still gave you attention when he got home and you guys had a well maintained intimacy life. Overall, you and Nanami were going good.

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present time: From the couch, you tilt your head over to the kitchen. The clock above the stovetop of the oven read 9:46pm in the glowing blue color. You titled your head back followed with a sigh.

"Where the hell is he?" You asked yourself wondering where Nanami was.

Nanami usually gets home every night around 7pm-8pm and at the latest 9. If he's any later than that he'll usually drop you a text and let you know. That was always routine for you two so it was out of the ordinary that you haven't even received as much as a text. You shifted positions in the couch with your laptop on your lap to get more comfortable. You were finishing up some late night work before you were going to head off to sleep like normal.

"I guess I'll just go get ready for bed now while I wait for him..." You thought to yourself followed by another sigh.

You snapped the laptop shut as you politely placed the laptop on the coffee table in front of you. You began to your room still confused and starting to be almost worried where Nanami was. You walked into your walk-in closet and put on a nice light grey oversized sweater that went over your hands. As you proceeded to take your pants off, you heard the door unlock and footsteps. You wanted to go see Nanami to ask why he hadn't text or anything of the sorts so you began walking out of the room still without pants. You were wearing a black laced thong, one of Nanami's favorites which was unintentional.

"Hey babe why are you back so late? And why didn't you text me that'd you be back later like usual?" You asked curiously while slowly making your way out of the bedroom into the main area. You could already sense the negative annoyed energy surfacing off of him.

He ignored you which made you mad. "Uhm... hello? I asked a question" As you spoke he was taking off his suit jacket and putting his stuff down.

In a hasty way with an attitude underlying his voice he replied with a simple "Overtime."

"...Okay... but you usually tell me? So what was different about today huh?" I asked with the same attitude back.

Nanami suddenly stopped what he was doing and you could feel the anger raging off of him. He removed his glasses and set them on the counter and glared at you while proceeding to stride towards you. Still confused you just waited for him to get closer to see what his deal was.

Nanami, while looking down at you began to speak in haste. "Don't fucking give me that attitude y/n." He paused for a second and started to grab your waist slowly. "I had to deal with curses all day and night and I come home to you giving me attitude."

He suddenly lifted your chin up with his other hand which caused your eyes to widen a bit. Your breath got heavier and shakier as your bodies response to Nanami's advances. With force and impulse he pushed you up against the wall that was behind you. Immediately he began to press his warm lips against yours and before you knew it he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help but be extremely turned on by these impulses so you returned the kiss completely.

After a couple seconds of making out you started to grip his shirt tightly to let him know how you were enjoying yourself. Nanami noticed, let off the kiss so he could pick you up which caused you to wrap your legs around him. He walked to the bedroom and basically threw you on the bed like you were nothing. His strength could be seen through his veiny muscular forearms from the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. When you were laying on your back on your guys' bed you could see him staring up at you. His pissed expression only turned you on even more. You knew tonight he wasn't gonna hold and that thought alone only contributed to how wet you were.

Nanami couldn't help but stare at your beautiful exposed legs reclined on the bed he had just thrown you on. It was making him even more solid then he already was. He was breathing heavy his mind was set on railing you all night. He reached for his spotted yellow and black tie and loosened it till he could take it off. Once the tie was separated, he instantly started to unbutton his shirt as he also continued to climb on top of you to kiss you more.

When he climbed on top of you again and your tongues intertwined again, you helped him undo his belt. After his belt was undone by you he forcefully grabbed your wrists with one hand and slammed them above your head which caused you to let out a soft moan. Nanami got up quickly to take off his button down shirt entirely tossing it onto the hardwood floor. You two were already breathing so heavy.

While still on top of you his eyes traveled down. He suddenly grabbed your soft chin tightly. "You're going to do what I want you to do y/n. Take that sweater off. I wanna see all of you."

He let off of your chin giving you a chance to take off the grey sweater you put on earlier. Once off, you were not wearing a bra which he noticed. When he started to go at it again you predicted you two would begin making out again however you were wrong. He made it to your neck and he did not hold back one bit. He started off by kissing which turned into sucking and biting. This change of action caused you to let out moans which only made him go more. You were gripping onto his muscular arms as the pain and pleasure took over your whole body. He kept making his way further down and down until he reached your chest. He was not stopping which only made you soak even more. He started to press his body more and more on you when now you could feel his hard member pressed onto your cvnt.

Nanami seemed to catch onto the fact that you were soaked now and it drove him insane. He wanted to just rail you so bad. He couldn't hold on anymore, he basically ripped off your laced panties and proceeded to push his long fingers into you. You squealed and your back arched. While he started to finger you, he took that opportunity to take his bottoms off. Once off, he climbed back on top of you and positioned his member but stopped for a second.

Nanami looked into your eyes deeply. He looked like he had daggers of rage in his eyes. You knew in that moment that you were about to get destroyed by him. In an impulsive way, with one hand he took your wrists and pulled them above you then he pushed his cock into you deep. It hurt but it was a good type of hurt for you. Your back arched and you let out a moan that could almost be classified a scream.

Nanami proceeded to thrust again but before he did it once more, he got close to you ear and whispered something closely. "Are you gonna take it?" Instantly after he said that he hit another thrust as he awaited a response.

Nanami's was long and thick and it was painful but so good so you almost always cried but you loved it. You struggled over your words "y- yes..."

Nanami giggled a bit and then whispered one last time saying "good girl." before going at it again.

With each thrust you couldn't help but almost scream his name. Nanami noticed your hands fidgeting as he held them above you so he decided to let go of them. Once he let go of your frantic hands he planted his hands next to your head as he proceeded to absolutely plow you. You grabbed his back and in all the pleasure and pain with each thrust going harder and harder, you dug your nails into his back which created marks.

This made Nanami groan in the pleasure he was experiencing "fuck y/n..." He stopped and was still sweating. He pulled out for a minute and got up.

You looked up at him in confusion and then he began speaking still panting like a dog. "Beg for it."

You were so soaked already. Covered in sweat, tears, smeared makeup and all you wanted was to keep going. Stopping wasn't in your mind so in desperation you did as told. "P-please Nanami! Please d-don't stop"

When you continued to beg it made him chuckle. He loved seeing you beg like this. After a bit of you begging he decided to act on it. Before you could think, he grabbed your waist and turned you over on your back. Nanami's strength never failed to surprise you. He could just throw you down effortlessly. Once on your stomach, he got off of the bed and pulled you towards him and grabbed your waist to pull it towards him so you were now leaning off of the bed while he was behind you. Without warning, he dug his fingers into your waist and thrusted his rock hard cock into you.

"Fuck... you're taking it so well." His praising was driving you crazy. As he kept plowing you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria rush through you which was making you louder and louder.

Nanami could tell the praising was working. He continued: "That's my girl... show off for me baby come on" After saying that, he released one of his hands to slap your ass and grab it still plowing you.

"N-N-Nanami! I do- I don't know if i can-" You couldn't even form a sentence. "Mmgh" You let out several loud moans while proceeding to grip the bedsheets.

"Baby- I'm gonna-" He stopped as soon as you said that.

"Not until I say so." He replied. He wanted you to wait, he wanted control so bad. The sexual frustration caused you to begin begging again. It was like you were throwing a fit. This was so amusing to Nanami who then started to tease you even more.

"Not until I say so... you look so pretty begging." He then put it in once more but this time slower. He took the initiative to lean forward to grab you hair and pull it up which caused you to let out a shriek.

"You wanna take it?" This channeled more frustration and anger in your system. It caused you to beg for more and more until he gave you more.

Your moans and noises were music to his ears but he wanted you louder. "Hmm... I can't hear you y/n... use your words princess" His voice was so careless and monotone when he said it. You couldn't help but follow his every request. Him being in control of you was the best feeling. Pure ecstasy.

After about a couple minutes of his repetitive thrusts in and out, you were finally about the finish. "fuck babe... you're doing so good... finish for me now." Nanami finally ordered.

With that, at last you reached your climax. Nanami massaged your back with one hand as he still had the other on your waist "I've got you... I've got you." You could still feel him inside you. He was so big.

Your cvm was now all on his cock which made him go insane. Its always hot to him when you finish before him.

"Such a pretty girl" The last thing Nanami said before going at it again. Even though you were tired you wanted to keep going. Now it was your mission to have him finish. When he was thrusting you were helping with his movements by going into him more. It drove him to insanity. "I'm gonna fill you up... god your so tight" Nanami was panting heavy on top of him groaning nonstop.

"Good girl..." Nanami kept repeating as the euphoria began to hit him. Finally he reached his climax, his fingers dug into you with one final thrust. He let out a load inside of you. You could feel it. All of it. Once he got out of you, you two were panting like dogs. Both your hair was all messed up and your makeup was smeared down your face. So many marks and hickeys.

The rest of the night concluded with you two cuddling together, your legs almost being unable to be used. Funny enough, Nanami was now in a better mood than before. Overtime is his most hated thing ever but fucking you always makes him feel better.

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 4

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Summary: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter's Premise: y/n finds herself trying to come to terms on who she is and how she avoided her heat for so long.

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"You heard the doctor. You have to stop taking your suppressants for a while." Megan takes the prescription sheet from your hands and shoves it in her bag.

Both of you just came out from the doctor's office. Megan was meticulous in giving you a disguise just in case anyone is going to spot you. You put your head down and hide in your little canopy of protection, your Aston Martin hat. A bit obvious but it's the only one you have at the moment.

"I can't. If it comes during a race weekend, I'm dead." You reply as you walk side by side with Megan, confined by the hospital walls.

"Ay Dios Mio. Your constant intake of suppressants may be the reason why you haven't had your first heat yet at 25 years old. We don't know if there's gonna be negative side effects on your health." Megan tries her best to whisper under her breath.

"Hey, that's not proven." You halt in your steps and turn to her, lifting your head up to face her.

"But the doc says it may be a factor. You can't keep it hidden forever. It has to come sooner or later. If it comes biting your ass, don't come running to me for help."

"I don't want to be confined on what biology or society dictates me to be. I want to prove to everyone first what I can do and who I am." You continue to walk.

"I understand. I just don't want something bad to happen to you." She groaned.

"Fine. If I win a race, then i'll start tapering my dosage. I'll let it come when it wants to come."

"When you win a podium, not a race. Better odds."

"Fine. A podium."

You felt like you've been basking in the sun, warm against your skin. You didn't want to look at yourself. For every second after that encounter in the elevator until now that you've stayed frozen behind the door of your room, everything was silent.

Your body was fighting your mind. You didn't want this. For so many years, your family and friends, who knew what you really are, told you that we're all bound to meet our mate. We'll know when we meet them.

No. You don't want to. Maybe just not right now. Yes, it's romantic to see couples who are mated and are having the time of their lives. But what if they fell for another person before they met their mate? And what if they refuse their Alpha? What would happen?

Right now, you just want to succeed in this career first. Call yourself stupid for going against your biological desires but there's a lot riding on this. Your parents sacrificed a lot just to get where you are right now. You want to prove that Omegas can also achieve greatness. Female Omegas can also stand in the halls of the greats.

Maybe you're just stubborn. Meeting your mate wouldn't be the end of the world. If you give in, you won't lose anything. Maybe.

Maybe you're just overthinking. Maybe you're being too stubborn.

Max is not a bad person. You've said it yourself before. He is actually a decent guy. Well, just from your text messages but there were no deep conversations yet. You don't love him to see him as your mate. You might learn to love him but it doesn't feel right for your feelings to be swayed just because your biological desires him so.

You barely slept a wink last night. The inkling that bothered you for a few weeks now since the first race have just been confirmed, and the fact that Max left you a lot of messages that you haven't read yet made your mind in a state of disarray.

Megan barged in your room to wake you up. She even had to throw the covers off the bed and furiously opened the curtains, blinding you with the beaming sun. You groan hard as she pulls you out of the comfort of your bed.

"I can't believe this. We're late! Ay Santo Dios..." Megan continued to mention a lot of words that you were not familiar with as she looks at your commitments for the day from her phone screen.

It only took a few moments and the both of you are now on your merry way to the circuit with you being the driver. Megan was still very furious at you for you haven't given her a reason for your tardiness. At the same time, your phone was still blowing up from Max's messages.

"I've had it with your ringtone. I'll set it to silent." Megan pulls your phone from the center console and sees '50 messages' beside the name 'He Who Must Be Avoided At All Times' on the screen.

"It's fine, leave it." You're barely able to look at Megan because you had to focus on the road.

"Who's this? Is there a guy bothering you? Stalking you?!" she asks.

"No. Just leave it." With eyes still glued to the road, you try to yank the phone off her hands.

"Tell me. Is it a stalker?! 'Cause if it is, i'll kill him." She warned.

"Please no. Relax, it's not a stalker." You assured in a calm tone as she hands the phone to you.

"Y/N. If you're in a dangerous situation and you're not telling me, your mom will kill me." She appealed.

Well, that's not impossible. These two are overprotective.

"Megan..." You paused. Megan patiently waits for your answer as you drum your fingers anxiously on the wheel. "It's Max."

"Oh, Max... Wait, who's Max? from Red Bull?" Megan rambles. "Why? Did he do anything to you?"

"He did nothing. It's just.. He found out last night that I was an Omega. I've been avoiding his texts since then." You confessed, tightening your grip on the wheel.

"How? You were always careful."

"That's the thing. I was. I'm still on my suppressants." You gently scratch the surface of the wheel. "Remember when you told me how you met your husband? Your mate?"

"Yes." Megan now replied slowly, now under a notion at where the conversation is going. "Oh my god! Is he..?"

"I think so." you confessed.

Megan was about to shriek from joy but she stopped for she knew how you would respond. For her, it sounds romantic. For you, it's not. She can't count how many times your rejected the idea of having a biological mate. It wasn't against the law of anybody to love somebody else aside your fated mate but for your body to act against your will regardless of what you feel. That's what you dislike about it.

"I still have to talk to him about it. I can't have him blabbering to everyone on the grid." You added. "Let's take this one step at a time."

"You still have a race later. Better focus on that first." She replies as she takes off her seatbelt when you arrived at the car park in the circuit.

Megan hauled you to the team hospitality to prepare you for the drivers' briefing. When you arrived at the briefing hall, majority of the drivers were already seated and the team principals were standing around in a circle, chatting. You stood by the door looking for an empty seat to take when you saw Charles, Oscar, and Lando calling you to take the seat they reserved for you on the third row. Your feet took a few steps when a hand suddenly but gently caught your wrist.

"We need to talk. You've been ignoring my texts." Max urged, eyes dead straight at you.

"Max, not here. Later." You scan the room for any eyes or ears that might eavesdrop as you carefully remove his hand from you.

Max takes a second to compose himself then tugs his hand through his hair. "Fine. Sit with me then."

"I'll choose my own seat. Thank you." You replied as you walk away from him, not giving him enough time to add more. Max's hand hovered uncertainly as if to stop you but he lets his hand limp

You strut farther into the hall and the three men gave you space to stride along the third row to take your seat between Charles and Oscar. Max took an empty seat on the first row beside Checo. He can't help but steal some glances in your direction during the driver's briefing.

It was hard to ignore Max as well. One good thing that your incident with Max has caused is that his scent doesn't make you cower in fear anymore. Knowing the reason why the dynamics between the two of you had changed, you mentally slap your pheromone-disturbed self from inhaling his lingering scent.

His scent wasn't really distinct before. For you, it was associated with fear or something menacing, but now he smelled so crisp like Cotton and sweet like baked Tangerine. Being that close to each other gave you a chance to actually distinguish his scent. Just remembering Max's small sniffs on your neck makes your body squirm, in a good way. It was nice and comforting. But it also felt sensual.

Alpha smells so good. Let's smell him once more. You mentally slap yourself once more, shaking off the tiny voice from your inner Omega in your head.

"I heard from Lance that you're moving. Where will you stay?" Charles' voice took you out from your trance just as the drivers' briefing just ended.

"In Monaco. It being a tax-free haven sounds enticing." you replied in glee knowing that it was the Monegasque who asked you.

Noticing the other younger drivers to turn to you after hearing your response, it took a moment for you to remember that a number of them were living there.

Lando perks up, legs bouncing. He leans forward and peeked his head across Oscar. "Do you know how to play Padel?" you shake your head. "We'll teach you. We had been waiting for another member to join our little club."

"He just wants to have the bragging right when he defeats all of us." Oscar chuckled, arms crossed on his chest.

"He even almost made Max cry. Have some mercy on all of us, will you?" Charles adds, further teasing Lando.

"I'll tell you when I've settled in. Maybe a housewarming lunch or dinner sounds good?" You ask. Lando quickly taps Alex's shoulder to tell him about your new residence and a possibility of a new member for their F1 drivers-exclusive Padel Club.

"I'm going to tour you to some of the best places. You still owe me a car ride." Charles couldn't help but smile at you, already making up a list in his mind.

When the briefing ended, all of the drivers went their own way back to their hospitalities. At the corner of your eyes, you saw Max hurriedly stood up from his seat on the first row and was about to make his way towards you. He noticed the miniscule squirm your body did when your eyes met. You almost panic in your seat but he came to an abrupt stop when he saw Megan pull you away.

Max tried his best to look for a chance to talk to you, much to his dismay. There wasn't much time for each of the drivers to get to interact with each other, especially during race day. After some of his media commitments in the morning were done, he went to visit the Aston Martin hospitality. He comes up to the small ledge when he saw Lance chatting with some of the staff.

"Hey Lance." Lance gets up from his seat when he noticed Max and greets him with a one-armed hug and a double backslap. "Have you seen y/n?"

"I think Sky Sports has her for an interview, I think. You know, the usual." Lance replies as he sits down. Max groans go unnoticed.

"Do you know when she might be free? I need to talk to her." Max asks as he leans his hand on the ledge.

"Maybe after the race? Her schedule's so full today. Haven't even seen her stay here in the hospitality for more than 15 minutes. Megan even got her shooting a lot of content for our Tiktok account."

"Megan?" Max quirks up his eyebrow.

"Speaking of..." Lance chimed in as he spots Megan behind Max, about to walk inside. "Megan!" She stops and turns to Lance's direction. "He's looking for y/n." He points at Max and Megan's eyes follow.

Megan thought differently when she saw Max right there, comfortably leaning on the ledge. It was in her overprotective instinct to assume that Max might possibly be a snitch or asking anyone in the team regarding what you are. She walks up to Max and asked him to come with her, already walking away without waiting for a response. Max was confused at first but did not hesitate to follow behind.

Max and Megan comes to a halt in an empty corner in the paddock, away from prying eyes.

"What are you doing?" Megan snaps around and narrows her eyes at him, arms crossed on her chest.

"I was just asking for y/n." Max innocently confessed.

"Were you going to tell on her? I can't believe you." She leans forward as if interrogating the driver.

Max leans back, baffled by the sudden change in demeanor. "No. Of course not... Wait, you know?" He tries to whisper.

She tries to examine his face for a minute for any sign of a lie but relaxes when she felt that he was telling the truth. "Listen, Max. I know she's been avoiding you but I need her to be at her best today. She needs to be on that podium."

"Don't we all?" Max scoffs.

"No, you don't understand. I need her to be on the podium because her health is on the line. I've let her be stubborn for too long 'cause she's in love with racing too much but I finally had her to agree, at last. I don't know what's going on between the two of you but please don't distract her too much today." She pleads with a serious tone.

Max hated knowing that it wasn't his place to pry. All he wanted from you was answers but it seems that even more questions are piling up. What does she mean? Your health is on the line? Are you sick? Are you injured? How is it connected to you getting that podium?

His inner Alpha was trying to fight himself.

Our omega... She's hurt or sick. Ask for more information. No, we're clearly told to stay put. She's not ours. Isn't it clear that she's avoiding us? Than ask her directly. Let's smell her again. No. Just shut up. Stay.

"Understood?" Megan asserts herself, taking Max out of his trance.

"Yes ma'am."

Megan waited for a bit to see how Max would take their conversation but left quickly when she saw that people are now starting to crowd the paddock. Max stayed in that quiet corner for a few seconds before going out into the paddock. There he saw you, sitting just outside your team's hospitality with Alonso and surrounded by a few cameras and staff. Probably completing a challenge with your teammate. His eyes locked onto you, taking in your smile. It was invigorating for him to see you having fun.

He used to feel so foreign around you. When he sees you having fun with his friends, it irritated him. His face used to turn sour when Lando or Alex hype you up.

There was something about you that intrigues him. You weren't able to race with most of them back then. Charles was a bit familiar with you because you got to race alongside his brother. Oscar and Logan had only met you once or twice and they had raced with you in a few Grand Prix but usually a lot of drivers keep to themselves and stayed in their own garages.

Then there's the big elephant in the room. You were an Omega, no doubt. After the incident in the elevator, he did scour the internet after his haze faded when he got back in his room. There were only articles about you stating that you were an Alpha, your achievements in F2 and F3, and also the highlights of your racing career. No scandals, not much haters. There were no articles claiming you have a bad beef with any driver.

For a public personality, you kept pretty quiet. Maybe that's why no one has discovered your secret yet. But that would be an extreme feat. To conceal your identity. What about heats? The horrendous and taxing schedule of Formula 1 isn't really ideal for Omegas. He recalled when Lando had to deal with Oscar's heat every month. When they were still unmated, Lando had to tiptoe around Oscar and avoid him when his pheromones were on the highest setting. How the other drivers reacted to him when it came around race weekend. It took them at least 5 months to come to the truth that they needed each other.

It was a bit easier for Oscar because everyone knows that he is an Omega since the start. They knew they had to avoid him when Lando or Oscar gave them a heads up. It scares him thinking that it will be much harder for you but it was also amazing how good you hide it.

Questions for another day, he admits to himself.

You were having a blast going against Nando in a PR competition when you spot Max walking through the paddock. Your eyes met and it made you nervous that he might come up and wait for you but no, he avoided your eyes and continued to walk. Your eyes followed his figure, relieved but also worried. Fernando had to call your attention to continue the challenge.

Your PR and media commitments were finally done and then, there was the driver's parade. The crowds in the grandstands were almost full and it was deafening. Everyone was screaming each of the drivers' names when they were called and when it was your turn to be introduced, it was heartwarming to hear their warm welcome. A smile so wide painted your face as you greet the driver while stepping in the convertible car and sat on the surface of the rear end near the deck lid.

You waited for your car's cue to go but you see it got delayed. There were a slight commotion amongst the staff that were on standby on the track and they were pointing to something behind you. You turn around and they were checking the car behind yours that was supposed to be for Max. Apparently, the engine of his parade car won't start again.

Fernando's car already left way before you and also Checo's. The staff are now pointing at yours and you see that the people who were talking to Max assisted him to get off the car. They were ushering him to your direction. Someone slapped Max's car number onto the side of your convertible. You now realize that they're letting you and Max share a car so that this problem won't delay the program.

The car shook slightly as Max climbs up the convertible. Max sees you scooting to one side trying to avoid his eyes so he quietly sat down on the other side of the convertible's rear. Both of you started to wave to the crowd as the engine of the convertible purred. Max would steal a few glances when you're not looking. Your body was stiff and awkward, in contrast to what you were showing the crowd, smiling and waving.

"Relax. It's not like I bite." Max spoke up just loud enough for you to hear under all those noise. "Just concentrate on the race later or else, you'll be an easy target for these guys."

You snap your head around and glared at him. He had this smug smile while still waving. "They wish." You scoff.

With just a few words from him, you find your shoulders loosening up. Slightly offended by his insinuation but you knew that he was just riling you up. It was also surprising that Max didn't bother to disturb you since the briefing. You would be at shoulder's length but still, he'd just nod when your eyes met.

The drivers' parade ended quickly and every driver headed for their respective garages to prepare. You spent the remaining time training with your physio and getting enough rest. The last program was for the national anthem. You make your way onto the track and answered a few questions for a Sky Sports presenter who was roaming and interviewing some of the drivers. You stood behind a grid kid to take your place and kept quiet. Right before the anthem was played, you noticed the female grid kid trying to steal a look at you. You smile back at her and she quietly squealed as she swiftly face in front. When the anthem finished playing and as you follow the other drivers exiting the track, your grid kid raised her hand to request for a high five. You gladly pressed your palm on hers and the other grid kids also eagerly raised their hand as you pass by them, catching the attention of the other drivers and the cameras.

You find yourself gritting your teeth and hands clenching the wheel as you drive the car in your grid position at the track during the formation lap. You look up at the red lights above.

"It's lights out and away we go, here at the Jeddah Corniche Circuit! and it's Max Verstappen who takes the lead of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix."

With a good reaction time, you were able to overtake three places from 15th. You were able to fend for your position well in those crucial first few laps of the race. You attacked, you defended, you attacked, you defended. It was a constant cycle.

Max, who had started in pole position, lost the lead to Charles on the third sector in the second lap, won it back by the fourth lap and slowly and methodically pulled away for his second win of the season.

It took you only eight laps to move into 10th place, and only eight more to rise to sixth. By the halfway point of the race, and helped by the fortuitous arrival of a safety car that allowed you to make up even more ground, you find yourself in fourth.

"Y/n had played down her chances of victory from the moment a broken drive shaft ended her qualifying early Saturday and left her in 15th place. But that did not mean she had any intention of staying in the back of the field. Look at her picking her way through the pack behind her with ease"

Your driving style was aggressive and clever, a total beast on the offence. The journalists have also made note of your tyre preservation prowess. They have published a few articles after the first race mentioning that with your pairing with Alonso this year, Aston Martin can gain considerable confidence that it will be regularly able to take on the red cars and the black ones fielded by Mercedes too.

At around lap 46, Ben informs you through the radio that Lewis who is in P3 at the moment incurred a 5 second penalty. With Charles on P2 just 2 seconds ahead of Lewis and you tailing behind just a second away, there might be a chance for you to end up on the podium at the end of this race. You just have to maintain the gap behind Lewis and also for Lewis to continue battling with Charles.

Ben: "So, one more lap y/n, just bring it home." Y/N: "Think something happened to my left tyre." Ben: "Ok, copy. So Sainz, 30 seconds behind, battling with Russell."

You peek at your front left tyre and it was starting to wobble. You may have hit something on the track, possibly puncturing the tyre.

Ben: "If you go Diff-Mid 12, Sainz 20 seconds and gap to Lewis is 2 seconds." Ben: "Now 17 seconds. Now 16 seconds."

The car was already slowing down and the left tyre was tumbling around on its rim. Ben was constantly updating you but you did not bother to respond.

Ben: "So use Strat 5. 10 seconds to Sainz and 3 seconds from Lewis." Ben: "7 seconds to Sainz. 6 seconds to Sainz." Ben: "Maintain this gap to Lewis. 4 seconds."

You've passed the last corner and about to go on the straight where the chequered flag should be when you saw Sainz closely tailing behind you. With your feet instinctively pushing flat out, your car zoomed past and hopefully closing the gap with Lewis in less than 5 seconds for P3 position.

Y/N: "Do we have it?! TELL ME BEN, DO WE HAVE IT??" Ben: "That's it, y/n! You've done it, P3! YOU'VE DONE IT! Wow, you've done it y/n." Y/N: "Was there a flag? I did not see it." Ben: "There was a flag. You've done it though. Just stop. You can pull the car over. We'll come and get you." Y/N: "Fuck that was close! Sorry for the profanity." Ben: "Yeah, I was about to say the same thing. That was a close call. Too close for comfort. But awesome work, mate." Y/N: "LET'S GO!!!!! BEN, WE DID IT!!!"

Your team radio is now being broadcasted across all tv screens worldwide. As Max and the other drivers complete their slow lap around the track after they've crossed the line, they catch a glimpse of you in the screens. Throwing your hands in celebration, still inside the cockpit. When you got out of the car at the side of the track, you knelt down and pats the damaged tyre aggressively as if thanking the car.

You had to do your best as not to cry from overwhelming joy. You felt like you won the race for P3 but you didn't. It was as if you were soaring through the clouds right then. The crowds at the grandstands were screaming your name, fireworks were setting off in the background. That was for Max, of course, but it couldn't hurt to imagine that it could be for you too.

You were picked up by a safety car and your car was towed to the parc ferme. When you got out of the car, Oscar jumped at the moment to wrap you in a hug, Lando following behind.

Warm and sincere congratulations, pats on the backs and helmet taps too, were sent over your way when you threw yourself to your team of mechanics and engineers who were waiting on the other side of the barricade. You took off your helmet and balaclava so you could properly breathe and to revel in the sounds of your victory.

You were the first one who had to do the post-race interview, followed by Charles in P2 and Max in P1. You couldn't contain your smile, choking on your words yet again.

"Y/n!" David Coulthard calls out your name in joy. "That was an amazing race. You had your maiden pole last race and now, your maiden F1 podium after just 2 races in this season. Could you tell me more?"

"With the information of Lewis' 5 second penalty, I had to give everything on the table. I've never had a race like that before. We tried to maintain the gap but also had to monitor Carlos behind as well. It was a team effort and I couldn't have done it without them."

"Your last lap had us trembling in our seats. You managed to bring home your car across the line in that state. How did you do it?" David asked with such enthusiasm.

"I don't know how I've managed to be cool in that period but I just... I had no choice. Survival instincts came over me and I've come all this way. I'm not gonna pull over and back off to let anyone drive pass. I was thinking 'How can I get there with taking as much risks as possible without losing the car altogether?'. I still can't believe I did it." You try to take a few deep breaths after you finished your interview, still reeling in from that feeling of accomplishment.

Max and Charles pats your back as the three of you walked towards the cooldown room. The huge screen showing the highlights of the race, including your tyre mishap and struggle to cross the finish line for P3. Charles hands you a water bottle and you took it, not peeling your eyes away from the screen. If you only had your phone, you would take a photo of the small pillar with a huge number 3 and a small screen playing your driver intro bit.

The three of you are now ushered to prepare for the podium ceremony. Your feet was quick to move after your name was called. The crowd roared with applause and cheers as you made your way up the podium. You stood patiently on your step as you hear Charles' and Max's name. Despite feeling a bit flushed due to the adrenaline from winning P3, your cheeks felt a bit cold as you place your hands on the side of your face.

Your race suit now wet from the champagne being sprayed amongst the podium placers. Charles and Max were having fun targeting you, spraying the champagne at your face. They both admired your blissful smile and eyes filled with euphoria.

"Champagne suits you. Congratulations y/n!" Max can't help but admit to himself that you were an excellent racer. Your expression softened when you heard him and it's like Max's heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks Max. Congratulations on winning!" As if the champagne rain slowed down, it was just you and Max. The stage lights made the champagne sparkle, trickling down on both of you. He never saw anyone be so ecstatic in getting P3 but you made celebrating look so beautiful and graceful.

You watched Max's face as he shared a smile with you but not a second later, you could clearly see the horror in his face as his body stiffen.

"Y/n, your nose." Charles cocks his head to the side of Max, inconspicuously pointing to his nose, prompting you to do the same. Your hand crept up to your face and it was met by a warm liquid oozing down your nose. When you swiped it off, you saw blood on your fingertips.

Max was quick to turn you around, shielding you from the cameras. You try to wipe your nose with your arm but the blood can't seem to stop.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you want us to call the medics?" Max whispers in panic, still spraying the champagne at Charles and towards the crowd below as he shields you behind him. To the people below and in the crowd, it was as if you're just wiping the champagne off your face.

"Relax. It's just a nosebleed. This will pass." You whispered, still trying to wipe off the remaining blood. The sleeve of your green suit now tinted red. "What the heck, it's not stopping."

"Y/n, I think the cameramen are now noticing." Charles' eyes darted to the cameramen below and above.

"I've been a bit more anemic lately. I think that's why." You murmured.

"When Megan told me that your health is compromised, is this it?" Max leans to your side a bit, still facing front and waving to the crowd.

"You talked to her? What did she tell you?!" You glared at Max, surprising the two men.

"Y/n, Max, can you two talk about it later? We're still on the podium." Charles cleared his throat.

You slightly nudged Max away from you, not noticed by the crowd, while you pinch your nose and cover your face. Max can't help but stare in concern at your figure. His inner Alpha wanting to carry you and rush to medic's tent.

Then the ceremony ended.

"Y/n, come on. I haven't told him much, I promise. I just told him to leave you alone that day." Megan pleaded as she follows you while carrying a large box filled with your household items.

You open the door to let Megan in but you avoid her eyes. She darts across the empty unit, footsteps echoing along the walls, to place the box labeled 'Kitchen Items' down on the floor. You sighed, accepting defeat, as you drop the huge bag of items that you were carrying.

"Fine, but next time, stop telling him unnecessary information."

"Hey, your health was not an unnecessary information. I'm just glad you're fine now. I told you that your prolonged use of suppressants will eventually bite you in the ass." She rambled.

"Yes, yes. You gotta stop scolding me. It's been like a thousand times already." You groaned. "I got the podium and I'm on a suppressant detox. Happy?"

"Yes. I'm working on your schedule just in case it came early." Megan skips across the unit and stopped near the door. "I'll get the last box. You can stay here just in case the delivery company calls through the intercom." She exits the unit after you nod your head.

The empty huge apartment unit was now filled with unopened boxes. There were no furnitures yet but the anticipation of decorating your new home is making you excited. Wood and cured paint scent filled the air. It was relaxing for you but after a while, it's actually nauseating so you open the door to the balcony.

Coldness of the elegant granite greeted your arms as you lean against it. Your apartment is located in a spot overlooking the marina where you can spot plentiful yachts. With just a soft breeze, you could almost smell the sea. Even with your eyes closed, you could vividly visualize the city below you from its sound. The hustle and bustle of Monaco.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds made you yawn. You are still recovering from that horrific anemic bout during the podium ceremony in the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. The team had to recommend you to a local hospital for a check up and was just given a prescription. You took a flight out the next day and went straight to "Moving Out" mode. It hasn't been two days since the race but here you are, renting a luxurious apartment in Monaco, about to live your best life.

"Looks like you could fit a head in your mouth." You heard a familiar warm voice coming from above your balcony. When you opened your eyes, there was someone peeking their head out of their balcony and looking down below at you, apparently still yawning. You closed your mouth in embarrassment.

"Max?!"

"Hi neighbor!"

Next part: Part 5

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Cure For Me (One Shot)

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Could you do an imagine where the reader is sick and Lena takes care of her? Like the reader feels bad about needing help but Lena reassures her that that’s what she’s there for? Just fluffy lol. Thank you!!!!

A/N: Hi, guys!! Here comes another request, as always thank you for your patience and for hanging (so long) here with me. This one was particularly fun, I tend to get sick a lot so this one was actually pretty nice too. Anyways, enjoooy and let me know what you think :)

Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 2,105

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Loud knocks on your door woke you up from your fever dream.

You opened your eyes, grunting as you felt your body ache, and turned to look at the digital clock on the nightstand next to your bed. By squinting your eyes you managed to make it was a bit pass midday and wondered who was at your door at such unfortunate time. You had been feeling sick since last night. It was probably something you ate, although you couldn't remember eating anything bad or spoiled. Your stomach was hurting, accompanied with nausea and a fever that didn't go away despite the couple of pills you had downed before going to bed, hoping they would make you feel better the next day. You lifted your covers with heavy arms and tried to sit on your bed, doing it as slowly as possible as you realized you were feeling the same.

You heard the knocking again and sighed as you left the bed to answer the door. However, the face that greeted you at the door was one you didn't expect.

"Hi!" Lena smiled widely as you swung the door open but soon her expression changed to one of worry as she noticed you were paler than milk. "(Y/N)?"

"Hey." You managed to say with a short breath and a little smile as her hands raised to cup your face. "What are y-"

"Oh my god, you're burning." She put the palm of her hand on your forehead and looked at you with a frown. "Have you been like this the whole morning?"

"Uh…" You let her take your hand to drag you inside your own apartment and frowned a bit in confusion after the door closed behind you. "Lena, what are you doing here?"

"Well, after you texted us yesterday you were feeling a bit sick, I wanted to check upon you." She took you by the shoulders and sat you carefully on the couch.

She had been worried all morning, trying to text you. If Lena knew something about you was that you would rather be all though about it than ask for help until it got worse. So, when you didn't answer, she started to fear you would retreat to your apartment, as you usually did, until all your discomforts magically passed.

You sat with a little thud, letting your body fall on it with all your weight and groaned. You complained a bit as she put two fingers on your wrist to check your pulse and looked at you intently from eye to eye.

"Have you eaten?"

"No." You observed as she did her own check up. "I don't have the stomach right now."

"Since when haven't you eaten?"

"Lena, what are you doing?" You took her hands in yours and sighed. "I'm sure it's just a stomachache. You don't have to worry. It will pass."

The look Lena gave you next made you reconsider your whole life. You had never felt as scowled as you felt right there, with Lena looking you with severe eyes, her tilted head and a raised eyebrow.

"(Y/N), you're looking like the dead. You have a fever, haven't eating since God knows when, you look in pain. So, I'm calling you a doctor right now."

You shut your mouth after that. No amount of complaining was going to make Lena change her opinion and you knew her too well to even try it. However, you felt bad about it and tried it anyways. She didn't have to waste the day with you while feeling like that.

"Lena, you really don't have to." You said as she took her phone out of her purse. "I took a few pills yesterday, and I'll stay te rest of the day in bed. I'll be fine."

"Tell me that once you get some color back, darling." She smiled softly at you and talked to the phone once the call connected. "Alright, thank you, yes, I'll send you the address."

You shivered a bit, having spent so much time out of the cover of your bed was making you feel cold.

"The doctor will be here in twenty minutes." She said as she noticed the subtle tremble of your body. "C'mon, I'll take you to bed."

She put her phone on the back pocket of her jeans and took your hands in hers once again.

"Oh, to hear those words in another circumstances…" You sighed heavily with a little smile as she pulled you up and let you lean against her for support.

She chuckled. "Try to get better and then we'll talk about it."

You reached your bedroom and walked you to the edge of the bed, making sure you didn't fall. You looked weak and by the little grimaces your face was making she knew you felt more pain than you had initially let her see. She pushed you down slowly, arranging your pillows below your head and throwing the bed sheets above you. You shivered with the slight breeze fo them and closed your eyes.

"Stay here and don't move too much." Lena caressed your forehead with her fingertips and moved from the edge of your bed. In a movement that was quicker than you thought you were capable of, you grabbed her wrist. She was about to turn when she came to a halt as she felt your grip on her and turned to look at you.

"Thank you." You said in a low voice and a smile on your lips.

She returned the smile and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. You let go of her after that and shifted to a more comfortable position on your bed as you watched her leave your room.

The was a warm felling in your chest, despite the cold in your body. Against your first complaints about it, you were grateful Lena had decided to come see you. You couldn't imagine having to spend the whole day alone with the pain and although you had thought about seeing a doctor later in the evening, you didn't think you had the strength to get out of your house. In all honestly, you would have been glad to roll in to a ball and sleep, at least for the day. But Lena, sweet, caring Lena, wasn't going to have any of that.

Minutes later she came into your room once again, carrying a cup of tea in one hand and a bowl with ice and water on the other. You noticed the piece of cloth that hanged from her arm as she left the containers on your nightstand. She took the cloth from her arm, dipped it in the cold water and folded it to put it on your forehead. You shook your head a bit at the contact.

"Sorry, too cold?" She sat on the bed, on the empty space next to you.

"A bit." You hummed with your eyes closed.

"Hang on, it's just while the doctor comes." She pressed the palm of her hand on the cloth and then frowned with worry. "I think it might be an infection."

"Just because you have two PhD's doesn't mean you're an actual doctor, miss Luthor." You joked and smiled a little.

"Lucky for you, otherwise I'd have called an ambulance and sent you to the ICU already." You chuckled but regretted it immediately after feeling pain in your abdomen due to the spasms of your laughter. You could heard her smile when she replied. "You had it coming."

The doctor came and did a whole check up on you. She asked about your eating habits, what you had eating the day before, the pills you had taken to help with the fever and the pain, asked you to sit at the edge of the bed, to open your mouth wide and took your temperature. The doctor did the whole routine and at the end of it gave the reason to Lena.

"Well, it's definitely an infection." The doctor said as she scribbled on her prescription block. "I'm giving you something for the pain and the fever. Try to say hydrated as much as you can, stay away from anything too irritating for your stomach and try to eat food that's easy to digest. I'll write some of what you can and cannot eat."

The doctor smiled at you as she tore the sheet from her block moments later and gave it to Lena.

"Make sure she follows it to the letter and she will be as good as new."

Lena read the note and asked some follow up questions as she escorted the doctor to your door. You waited for Lena as you massaged your forehead with a hand. You hated being sick.

"I'll go buy these later." Lena entered your room moments later and waved your prescription in her hand. "Seems you will have to be on a diet in the meantime."

You grunted at the thought. "I've to see if there's still anything edible for me in the fridge."

"I'll take care of that too." She left the prescription on your nightstand and put her hands on your shoulders to help you lay back again on the bed. "Don't worry."

"Lena, I can't let you do all that." You raised your hands to her arms, stopping her from pushing you to the bed, and looked at her with sheepish eyes. "You have already done so much. Coming here, calling me a doctor… I'll figure out the rest once I feel better."

"(Y/N), I'm taking care of you." She raised her hands to cup your face and caressed your cheeks with her thumbs. There was so much love and care on her eyes that you almost melted. "Just let me do it, okay?"

"Okay." You nodded without further complaint.

"Good, now go back to bed." She ordered, and you leaned back on the bed with a little groan as she pulled the covers over you. "I'll go get your meds and some food. Don't move."

"Stay with me until I fall asleep?" You pleaded, feeling the sudden impulse of having her with you a little longer.

"I need to get your meds first." She placed the palm of her hand on your forehead. The fever had gone down a bit but not enough for her liking.

"Please?" You lifted your hand to take hers in yours and placed them over your chest. "Or I might just start jumping on the bed."

She rolled her eyes playfully at you and lifted one knee to join you in the bed. "Just until you fall asleep."

"Yes, ma'am." You smiled and moved slowly to the side, making space for her.

She laid then next to you, being careful not to push or crush you with her own body weight. It took you a couple of moments to settle into a comfortable position, where you had an arm below Lena and she rested her head on your shoulder, with a hand gently placed above your stomach. She moved the palm of her hand in circles, stroking with care your abdomen from above the covers.

The soothing movement, her embrace, the warmth of her body against you felt like a cure to all your aches and troubles. You couldn't imagine anyone else do what she was doing for you. Hell, you couldn't even imagine having to share those moments with anyone that wasn't her, and because of that you were grateful she was by your side.

"I know I already said it but, thank you." You moved your head a bit down to look at her. "I really don't know what I would do without you."

"Curl into a ball and sleep for a month?" Lena mused.

"Oh, I wish." You smiled at her. "But no, this is way better."

"How is this better?" She chuckled.

"'Cause I have you here." You sighed contented and fatigue seemed to finally settle in your bones as you snuggled down, shifting on the bed to rest your chin on her head. "You make everything better."

"You too make everything better, (Y/N)." She whispered as she knew you were asleep right away.

She smiled as a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, where Lena could hear the soft rhythm of your breathing and be comforted by the slow movement of your chest as it went up and down in the same cadence. She let herself drift into the same slumber.

She would have the rest of the day to buy you groceries and your meds, but for now she let herself too enjoy this moment by your side. After all, that's what she was there for.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #lena luthor x you #lena luthor imagines #one shot #request #female reader #fem reader #fem!reader #cure for me

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sashaisready · 5 months

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Chapter Eight - She said stop

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: Drinking, some noncon kissing/groping with minor character

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

It had been three weeks since the phone call and Bucky had not been back to the bakery since. Neither had any of his men.

You knew you should be relieved. You had been uncomfortable having such close association with a mob boss and being on the periphery of his world, you couldn't get used to being followed or having watchful eyes accompany you everywhere you went. You weren't confident schmoozing in high end restaurants or being someone's arm candy. This was a clean break, it was over.

But...you missed him. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you did. You missed looking up as he came in and finding his smile in the doorway. You missed the way he looked at you, gazing at you intently as you spoke to him. You missed the fluttering in your stomach when he joked with you, the jolt of electricity when you passed his card back and your hands grazed. You missed his shocking blue eyes, the way a single glance from them made you feel like a deer in headlights.

You had thought about texting him. But what would you say exactly?

Hey! I know I rejected you but can you come back to the bakery and flirt with me? 🙂

Hi! I'm sorry I said no to the date – I'm a big coward and I'm scared you'll think I'm unsophisticated and boring (and maybe slightly scared of your job? Idk) xx

I know you hate me and I get it but can you just come to my apartment for a few hours and lie on top of me?

You sighed as you adjusted the cake stands and began to wipe down the counter.

"That's it" Wanda snapped.

"What?" you asked.

"You. You haven't stopped moping and sighing since that call. And as you're not going to call him, we are going out tonight. No arguments" she said sternly.

You scoffed. "Out where? I'm not in the mood Wa-"

"I just said, no arguments" she interrupted, folding her arms. "You're going to put on a tiny dress and we're going to get drunk and dance and maybe hook you up with a hottie. This place is closed tomorrow for Pepper to do her audit so we don't need to get up for work - no excuses".

You roll your eyes, knowing full well she'll wear you down eventually so you might as well give in now and save yourself the bother.

"Fine..." you huff. "But you're buying the first round..."

"Good" she sang triumphantly. "Let's get you cheered up..."

Later that evening you strolled into a nightclub at Wanda's side. You liked dancing but clubbing wasn't really your scene, still - it felt good to be out and getting your mind off things. You were wearing a blue dress, one of your favourites. Not too revealing but it highlighted your best features and you felt good in it. You wore heels, they were a decent height – but still comfortable and not the ridiculous type you couldn't walk in. Wanda had styled your hair and you'd both gone to town on her impressive make-up collection, carefully accentuating your eyes and lips. You both drew a few admiring stares from men as you strolled in which caused Wanda to shoot you a wink.

You hadn't been here before, it was somewhere Wanda had heard about. It was busy – but not too packed. The atmosphere was lively and buzzing, a mixture of people dancing and splayed over the seating areas enjoying their drinks. There were a lot of handsome guys here, none quite as handsome as Bucky (you couldn't help but think), but still easy on the eye.

There was a VIP section in the far corner, roped off and protected by a couple of burly bouncers. You couldn't see much due to the angle of the seating (you supposed privacy was a VIP perk) but a throng of beautiful girls dressed up to the nines were being ushered inside.

"Drink?" Wanda shouted over the music as she gestured with her hand to her mouth.

You whipped back around to face her, nodding enthusiastically as she drags you over to the bar.

Wanda ordered two fruity cocktails, handing you one as she pulls out her purse to pay. You push her bag away from the bar.

"I'll get these" you said firmly, retrieving one of the hundreds from your own purse.

"I have built myself up something of a nest egg recently..." you wink.

Wanda laughs and takes her drink as you hand the money over to the bartender.

"Can you break this okay? Sorry..."

Working with cash yourself you know it can be a pain when someone gives you a large bill.

"No problem..." he laughs as he takes it from your hand.

You sip your drink eagerly as you lock eyes with him. You suddenly feel a flash of recognition, but can't place him. He had dark hair and glasses, and seemed to look back at you with the same hazy recollection as he handed over your change. Was he a customer? Maybe.

You were just about to ask if he ever went into the bakery when Wanda hurriedly pulled you to the dancefloor. The mystery man was suddenly forgotten as you followed her, stuffing the bills back into your purse.

Unnoticed by you, the barman watched as you disappeared into the crowd and hummed thoughtfully, then craned his neck to peer over at the VIP area.

Wanda was right, this was just what you needed. You were letting loose on the dancefloor, the alcohol sweeping away all of your inhibitions as you moved to the music with your best friend. Your mind began to clear and soon enough you weren't thinking of anything, no Bucky, no work, nothing. Only the song that was playing and the freedom that you felt in that moment.

You and Wanda took turns going to the bar over the next few hours, bringing back all manner of elaborate cocktails and shots as you slowly began to feel intoxicated. All on Bucky's dollar, of course. You weren't a lightweight by any means by hadn't drank like this in a long time. The bartender you recognised had been replaced with another, and you'd already forgotten his face as you enjoyed your night.

After some more dancing Wanda mouthed that she needed the bathroom and you nodded, asking if she wanted company. Just as you asked her - a cute blond guy appeared next to you, grinning and dancing close. He had a sweet smile, very all-American and clean cut. You smiled back at him.

Wanda's eyes flitted between you and the blond, then grinned and shook her head at you – implying she was fine to go by herself. She gave you a knowing look and shot off to the Ladies, leaving you alone with him.

The music was loud so he leaned over and spoke into your ear.

"You wanna dance?" he asked.

You turned to face him and nodded enthusiastically, he smiled and took your hand – and the two of you moved to the music for a few songs. Occasionally he gave you a little spin or dipped you, which made you giggle. His hand felt nice in yours and you allowed yourself to get swept up in the warmth of him, powered by the booze in your veins.

"I'm John, by the way. John Walker." he said into your ear.

You smiled, leaning to him and telling him your name.

"I think you're very pretty" he shouted over the music, just as the end of the song dropped out, meaning his voice carried loudly across the dancefloor. A few fellow clubbers turned to look at him, and you cackled as he hid his face in mock embarrassment.

"Thank-you" you replied bashfully.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

You nodded – but then realised you hadn't seen Wanda in a while. You surveyed the room for her as John went ahead of you to the bar.

You soon saw her curled up on a sofa with Vis, who must've shown up at some point while you were dancing. They were making out heavily as usual and you rolled your eyes, smiling. Wanda caught your eye and grinned at you, pointing at John and giving you a thumbs up. You rolled your eyes again, miming 'get a room' as Vis saw you and gave you a wave.

You chuckled at your friends' antics as you got to the bar. John had ordered you a gin and tonic and moved it in front of you as he paid. You furrowed your brows slightly, he hadn't asked what you wanted and you didn't really like gin much. You weren't a big fan of people making decisions for you without checking. Still, you didn't want to be rude so accepted it – giving him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, you were a bit tipsy and wanted to go with the flow.

John smiled at you as you sipped the drink. You smiled back, feeling a bit shy and unsure of what to say. The evening's beverages had gone to your head a bit, making you feel a bit unsteady on your feet.

"I meant what I said" he shouted over the music, leaning into you. His breath was hot on your ear and you realised he was slurring slightly. "You're really pretty".

You blush, smiling up at him. "Thanks, that's sweet of you".

Without warning he pins you against the wall of the club, shoving his tongue into your mouth and harshly groping your breast with his hand. The kiss is rough and sloppy, he tastes like stale beer. He misses your mouth initially so you end up with his saliva spotted across your cheek.

You gasp and roughly push him off of you.

"Hey! Stop, John!" you shout angrily, wiping your mouth and adjusting your bra where he had felt you up.

He rolls his eyes and moves in again. You move your head to face him and glare daggers at him.

"I said stop".

He scoffs. "C'mon don't play hard to get, honey. You've been rubbing up against me on the dancefloor and you let me buy you a drink. We both want this".

Your jaw clenches as you feel your rage simmering.

"We were just dancing, I didn't sign a contract to do anything else. And I don't even like gin" you scold.

He laughs mockingly at you. "All girls like gin..."

You raise your shoulders in disbelief. The worst part was you had thought he was cute and probably would've made out with him eventually. But not like this. And not now he's behaved this way.

You roll your eyes and go to move away from him but he pushes your shoulder hard against the wall and tries to continue the kiss. You hit him, hard. The back of your hand strikes his cheek with a loud 'thwack!'. The sound rings out even over the loud music and he cries out, staring at you in disbelief.

"I said stop..." you repeat defiantly.

His eyes harden, he glares at you with fury and his face contorts into an ugly grimace. You feel your breath hitch as he bares his teeth.

"You little..."

But he halts as a gloved hand comes down hard on his shoulder and yanks him away. John is suddenly jerked backwards.

"She said stop..." warns a low voice.

"Who the fuck asked you-" John yells as he turns to face whoever dared touch him.

Both yours and John's faces fall as you realise who it is, but for slightly different reasons.

Bucky.

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

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91dawsonmercer · 29 days

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𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

I accepted the job in Newark, and the last week had been spent packing up the apartment with the help from mom and dad. I was worried about how Odessa was going to take the move, but once she heard we would only be a couple minutes from Jack and Luke she was all for it. I had all of the major things shipped to Jack and Luke's apartment in case the moving company took longer than expected, but everything got here on time.

I unlocked the door to the new apartment and Odessa let go of my hand and ran in. I watched as she ran through the small walkway in-between boxes and spun around to face me when she reached the window.

"Do you like it?" I asked and she nodded before running back to me.

"I see my room?"

"There's nothing in there yet, but I'll show you."

I picked her up and carried her back the hallway to her room. I pushed the door open, and she wiggled out of my arms and walked around to get a better look at it.

"When's Rowdy and Lukey coming?"

"After they are done at practice. You're going to go play with Owen while we get everything unpacked."

"Owen!? I haven't seen him in forever, mommy."

"I know. We need to get you out of your pjs so you are ready for when Curtis comes to pick you up. They should be getting out of practice right about now."

"I wear my Rowdy jersey?"

"What about the hoodie? I should know where it is."

"Okay, mommy."

I got Odessa ready and was in the middle of tying her shoes when my phone started ringing.

"Rowdy!?"

"Nope, it's Curtis."

I accepted the call and put it on speaker.

"Hey. I'm leaving the rink now. Do I have to buzz in or anything?"

"I can just meet you downstairs to make it easier on you."

"It's up to you. I told Owen before I left this morning and Reanne said he hasn't stopped asking when she's coming."

"Awe, Dess is excited too. Just text or call me when you are here and I'll run her down."

"Sounds good."

Curtis came and got Odessa and I've started unpacking. I opened the one box as the door opened.

"Kind of unsafe to just leave your door unlocked with a toddler running around, you know." Jack says, causing me to look over at him.

"The said toddler isn't here, Curtis already came to get her. Plus I knew you guys were on your way and that's the only reason it's unlocked."

"What he already got her? I didn't even get to see her."

"You'll see her later, Luke. Hi Dawson, Hi Nico."

"Oh yeah, we brought our pest and the stray chihuahua that lives in the building. Hope you don't mind."

"Honestly, I would rather be a pest than get called a chihuahua." Nico says, looking over at Dawson.

"You live in the building, Dawson?"

"Yeah, like two floors up."

"So if you ever need something call him first. He can get here before we can."

"Noted."

The guys and I got everything unpacked. We got all of the furniture built except for Odessa's new bed and Nico and Luke insisted on trying to put it together themselves so we all are just sitting in her room watching them try to figure it out.

"Where's this go?" Nico asks, looking over at Luke.

"It's the headboard, idiot." I tell him, causing him to give me a dirty look.

"Rusty, tell your sister to get out."

"Yeah y/n. Get out if you aren't going to help."

"I've tried to help. You guys won't let me."

"Mommy!" Odessa yells as she runs into the room with Curtis following behind her.

"Hi, baby. Did you have fun?"

"Mhm. Owen and I played hockey!"

"Oh, dumb and dumber building a toddler bed? This has got to be interesting."

"They aren't very good at it. Thanks for taking her for a little bit."

"No problem."

"Well, I give up. Gimme my niece." Luke says and goes to reach for Odessa, but she runs to Jack instead.

"Dessa who is your favorite Uncle?" Curtis asks her and she acts like she is thinking about it.

"Hm…. Quinner."

"What?!" Jack moves her away from him and stands up. "I'm hurt, Odessa."

"You get over it."

"The sass she has."

"She got it from Rowdy."

"Nuh uh! I am not sassy."

"Uh huh! Mimi tells me too."

"Yeah, well Mimi lies."

"I tell her you say that. Where's my ipad, mommy?"

Jacks face changes from amusement to panic in a matter of seconds when Odessa brings up calling mom.

"There's no need to call Mimi. I'm sorry."

"Awe, is little Jacky still afraid of his mommy?" Curtis asks as Odessa walks over and sits beside Dawson.

"Have you seen the woman when she is pissed off? It's like y/n but times a million."

"Yeah that does sound terrifying. I need to get going. I told Owen I wasn't staying and that I would be back to read to him before bed."

"Thanks again, Curtis."

"You're welcome."

"What? It's already almost bedtime?" Nico asks, flipping his phone over. "We spent the whole day unpacking?"

"We've been done unpacking for a solid minute. You guys spent like three hours trying to build the bed." Dawson tells him as Curtis walks out.

"Do you need us for anything else?" Jack asks and I shake my head no.

"No, I think that's everything. Thank you and I owe you all-"

"Drinks." Jack interrupts.

"Sure, if that's what you guys want."

"But you have to come out with us. Luke can babysit."

"What? How is that fair to me?"

Jack and Luke go to start arguing but Nico's laughing makes them stop.

"Is she sleeping?"

I look over and Odessa is using Dawson's arm as a pillow and has one hundred percent fallen asleep.

"Yeah, she's out." I got up and picked her up without waking her. I carried her to my room and laid her down, making a little barrier so she wouldn't roll off of the bed.

I walked out of my room and the guys were all putting their shoes on.

"We're gonna head out."

"Okay. Thanks again, I really appreciate all the help."

"You're welcome. Goodnight."

"Goodnight.'

#dawson mercer #new jersey devils #dawson mercer x hughes!reader #dawson mercer x reader #Daws🤍🧸#nhl au #⋆⋅☆⋅⋆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐔⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Hey, Sam, I just received the omnibus from Lulu and, uh, got something a little different than I expected--not the Shivadh books! Harry Potter fic, in fact, but also not yours! I am the unexpected recipient of the entire All the Young Dudes series by MsKingBean89, whoever that is! All dressed up in your dust jacket/binding. I'm letting Lulu know, but I wanted to warn you just in case this wasn't a one-off problem. The fact that it was Sirius/Remus fic but *not yours* made it extra weird.

This is amazing. It took me like an hour to even get my thoughts in order about this.

Before I do anything else, just gonna tag @lobsterbang in this; that's MsKingBean89's tumblr and while I understand she's not on here very often if she does see this hopefully it will amuse her as much as it does me. :D

So, one, if anyone else has encountered this or similar issues, PLEASE report it to Lulu and get your book replaced, these hardbacks are too expensive for this kind of nonsense. On that note, @joycesully I hope they send you a new copy and let you keep the book you've got, because that's hilarious. If they give you flak, please let me know.

Two, did the dust jacket like...fit the book? Because the number of coincidences that would have to happen for you to receive All The Young Dudes in place of the Shivadh Omnibus are numerous. But they BEGIN with "Are they roughly the same size because the omnibus is a giant doorstop." If it's formatted with page numbering, how many pages is the print copy of ATYD, around 600 or so? Is it printed to the size of the Omnibus but with a bunch of blank pages or anything like that? (More on why I ask this in a moment.) Is the dust jacket offset weirdly in any way, like is the spine title not centered on the spine?

Three, I have had this issue with Lulu before. Most notably, the time I ordered a bunch of copies of Charitable Getting and instead got 25 copies of Chicks Dig Guys That Cook, a cookbook by a guy who cooks (and presumably either gets laid a lot or lies about getting laid a lot). But also I once custom-made a hardback copy of Nameless by request, and the book came with a) the Nameless dust jacket, b) the text of Nameless inside it, c) AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT TITLE printed on the spine. How? Who knows.

Four: So there are a couple of ways this could have happened. I'm not sure of the legality of uploading a fanfic to Lulu for printing, but I do know that Lulu doesn't give a shit and won't check, so whether it's legal it is possible to upload a fanfic to Lulu and have them send you a nice hardbound copy of it. Almost certainly nothing will happen as long as you're not selling copies publicly. This is clearly how Lulu got the presumably typeset and formatted file for ATYD. Now, the easiest way this could have happened, since they're not alphabetically close, is if I had uploaded a copy of ATYD and the files got crossed when they printed your copy of The Shivadh Omnibus. I didn't do this; I don't keep paper copies of fanfics and while I've heard ATYD is great, I haven't read it.

The funniest part of all of this, sidebar, is that ATYD is not just a Remus/Sirius fanfic, it's one of the top R/S fanfics ever, possibly one of the most famous fanfics in recent history. It's frequently recommended alongside Stealing Harry as a must-read classic (it's undoubtedly recommended more than Stealing Harry, but they often pop up together). So you didn't just get a random HP fanfic that isn't mine, you got the direct spiritual successor to Stealing Harry.

Anyway, I didn't upload it, but it's possible that someone else was like "Well, as long as I'm going to buy the ominbus, why don't I print myself my favorite fanfic as a book?" The most likely explanation is that someone did this and their order went in around the time yours did, and somehow you got their copy shoved into your dust jacket, while they presumably got two copies of the Omnibus instead of one Omnibus and one ATYD. That's why I'm curious about the dust jacket, because they would have to be similar in size for this mistake to take place. (If one of you out there ordered ATYD and got two Omnibi instead, I'd love to hear from you, feel free to get in touch, I promise not to narc to anyone.)

If that's not the case, it's a series of truly baffling coincidences; someone must have uploaded ATYD, and either the manuscript file got crossed with the Shivadh Omnibus file randomly and that fic got printed inside the covers of my book, or a copy of ATYD was printed around the same time a copy of the Shivadh Omnibus was by coincidence, and their jackets randomly got swapped. The odds of an extremely famous fanfic getting digitally swapped with a non-fanfic by the author of a similarly situated but entirely unaffiliated fanfic are pretty low if there wasn't a third person in the mix somewhere, ordering both at the same time.

I just. For you to order a non-fanfic book by a well-known HP fanfic author, and receive someone else's extremely well-known HP fanfic instead, is fucking bananas. I don't know what to do with that. I feel like I should apply for a job at whatever press Lulu uses to print their books because some of the nonsense they pull behind the scenes is fascinating.

#publishing #all the young dudes #self-publishing

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writterrhere · 2 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊- 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

back with a new story about yung fillyyyyyy yeah tbh i dont have anything else to say have funn

l 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Yung filly x reader l 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: y/n decided to prank filly, while he was out filming with his friends y/n decided to also film a prank video of her having hickeys.

l 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: cursing

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝙮/𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

i was laying on my couch bored out of my mind as filly was out filming with his friends, i was watching some youtube to some prank videos of couples and i immediately smiled

i quickly got off the couch and basically ran to my room searching for my camera i smiled in victory when i saw it laying on my desk i picked it up and immediately began filming "whats up guys and welcome back to Y/n's blog so today i was watching youtube completely bored out of my mind cuz filly is out filming and i was watching some couple prank videos" i said into the camera

smiling as i sat down at my vanity desk turning on the mirror light putting the camera down on the vanity making sure it was facing me "so i want to prank filly with a fake hickey, so i got some makeup right here to make the hickey so i think that could work" i said to the camera

i took out my makeup pallet and also a small brush "alright so i will take some purple and blue maybe" i said as i dapped the brush into the blue first and i started to put a hickey on my neck

and then i used some purple stopping to look at my work "alright guys i think this might work actually right?" i said as i stared in the mirror and i tried fixing it a little

i stopped and saw a text from filly saying hes almost home and he has food "okay guys filly is almost home so i will set up the camera making sure its hidden and the prank can begin" i said with excitement and i got up taking the camera with me

walking in the kitchen and hidding on camera behind a roll of paper and then i hid three more and i sat down by the counter going on my phone waiting for filly

i smiled when i heard the door open and i looked at the camera mouthing "hes heree"

i got up off my chair hearing filly yell "babes where are u?" i smiled nervously and said "kitchen!" i saw filly walking in with a bag of wendy's

"hey baby" i said wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in a kiss

"hey babes, u hungry?" filly asked and i nodded looking sideways at the fridge trying to get him to see the hickey "want a drink baby?" i asked

filly hummed quietly kissing my temple and walking over to get some plates and i walked over to the fridge looking at the camera with a nervous smile "water or dr.pepper?" i asked

"water is fine thank u love" filly said taking out the food of the bag as i took two cups and filled it with water putting the water back into the fridge

and i gave him his cup "thanks" filly said giving me a smile and i smiled back sitting infront of him and he also sat down and we began eating "so how was filming"

i asked curiously filly smiled and looked over "good we had a great time, what did u do today huh?" i smiled knowing something to say "well i had a friend over who i haven't seen in a while and yeah we just hanged out i guess"

filly smiled and nodded "who like aisha?" i shook my head no with my brows furrowed "no me and aisha hang out almost every single day it was josh someone from highschool" filly raised his eyebrows

"like THE josh that had a crush on u in highschool" filly asked i chuckled and nodded "yeah it was highschool babe its like 5 years later" i said picking up my glass off water and turned my head a little sideways drinking from the cup

"wait hold on a sec whats that on ur neck" filly said with confusion getting up i put my cup down acting confused "what do u mean?" i asked covering my neck and filly put his point finger under my chin and lifted my head sideways taking my hand of the hickey

"Y/n why do u have a hickey huh?" filly asked with furrowed eyebrows i get up covering it again "i uh d-dont know you couldve givin it to me filly come on just keep eating" i said trying to hold in my smirk

filly shook his head and i could see him getting a little mad "nah i didnt give u that hickey, did u fucking hook up with that prick?"

i quickly shook my head "no baby it-its probably like from my hair straightener " filly looked fuming now "u dont even straighten ur hair"

i bit my lip nervously "filly baby dont be mad its just he changed and i dont know what came over me filly" i said acting guilty

and filly scoffed walking into the room and i quickly took the smaller camera and followed after him, i saw him packing his clothes into a bag "wait baby what are u doing" i said with the camera facing him

"dont call me that y/'n what u did is fucked up" i could hear filly's voice cracking and i immediately felt bad "no baby wait its a prank look" i said gently grabbing his wrist and turning him to me him seeing the camera and then i wiped my neck showing the smudged makeup

filly looked shocked and i chuckled pulling him in a hug "i could never do that to you baby i love you" i muttered in his shoulder and filly also pulled me closer "never do that again you know that almost gave me a full on heart attack" filly said pulling back and i chuckled

"josh never came over i dont even have contact with him in just got bored as i was watching youtube and i havent pranked u in a while so it was the perfect moment" i said staring into his eyes

"you know i love you you know" filly said and i laughed nodding

"alright guys this was the video and dont forget to like adn subscribe if u want to see me prank filly more" i said turning the camera to me and then i turned it off pulling filly back to the kitchen sitting back down by the counter as filly sat infront of me

"dont ever do that again, but ill get u back" filly said and i chuckeld "sure u will sure u will" i muttered under my breath as i began eating again and laughed when i saw filly giving me a glare

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

this looks kinda bad ngl the english words arent wording rn but i hope u like it bye!!!

#yung filly #prank video #youtube video #couple

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whowantslovergirl · 2 months

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bad idea right?

Topper Thornton x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: cursing, um just y/n being a dumb bitch tbh, this is obviously inspired by the song 😫, slightly suggestive, bold words are the lyrics, this in your pov, HOPE YOU ENJOY MY LOVERSS 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/n knows it bad that she keeps going to Topper but omg look at him!!!!

posted: February 28,2024

Me and Topper broke up a couple months ago. We were the golden couple and I was way better than Sarah (in my opinion) I didn’t have cold feelings toward Sarah but I didn’t think she was the best person. Sorry getting off topic but I miss Topper and I have this bad habit of going back to him. I know it’s a bad idea but guys look at him!

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“Come on you have to come! Yes Topper might be there but it doesn’t matter.” My friend Bianca said trying to convince me to go to this party.

Of course I wanted to go but he’s going to be there. I am not going.

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I went.

I saw him and he saw me but I quickly went the other way before anything happened. I mean I haven't heard from you in a couple of months. And you just expect me to just hop back into your arms. Yes I want to do something about it but I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up, wayyy too fucked up and I don’t wanna go back that road.

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I have been here for a couple of hours and Topper still haven’t left. He never stays this long. After dancing for a while I got a little tired so I went to get a drink. And fucking Topper is also getting drinks. I try to ignore him and do what I have to do but that obviously didn’t work.

“Hey Y/n.”

Fuck.

“Hey Top.” I avoid eye contact. “How you doing?” He sounds nervous. “I’m doing good, what about you?” He shrugs. “I been alright better now I’m with you.” You just roll your eyes.

Once you’re done with the drinks you leave or at least try too. He grabs my arm not enough to hurt but his grip is pretty tight. We make eye contact and I can feel myself getting lost in his eyes again. And I know we're done, I know we're through.

But, God, when I look at you

“Come over N/n.” Only he calls me that and it still has the same effect on me. And I hate that. I should probably, probably not. “I don’t know Top.” He cuts me off. “Please N/n, I just wanna see you.”

“I’ll think about it. I will text you later.” Then I walk away to tell Bianca what the fuck just happened.

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Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

“It’s a bad idea right?”

“Um yes?! Y/n you spent months crying and now he says two words and you’re at his feet?! Stand on business!”

“I am! But he seemed pretty sincere.”

“Fuck being sincere. Y/n don’t do stupid shit.”

“Ok! I’ll text him no.”

“Good now I’m going to dance. Text him no.”

She left and once she’s out of sight. I text him.

n/n 🩷

im coming over

Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

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I went over and we fucked like really fucked. He dropped me off and right now we’re pulling up to my house. “Bye Top.” “Bye N/n.” We kissed for a little bit then I finally left the car.

Bianca’s going to pissed.

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“What the fuck?!”

“I didn’t mean too! It just happened.”

“Y/n.”

“Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend.”

That was the biggest lie I ever said.

“You are such a liar! So friends fuck now? Wow! I did not know that!” I can tell she’s being sarcastic.

“And you’re wearing his shirt!” I looked down and I am indeed wearing his shirt. “My clothes were dirty he was just being nice.”

“You’re so delusional I can’t.”

“It wasn’t my fault! I just tripped and fell into his bed.”

“You are terrible Y/n! Don’t let it happen again.”

She knows it’s gonna happen again.

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“No she definitely had sex with him.” Me, Bianca and some other friends were just gossiping about people we don’t like at the country club. Then I got a text from no other than Topper. “Hey I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.” I say while walking towards the bathroom to answer his text.

top 🩷

Can you come over tonight n/n??

n/n 🩷

yea I’ll be there ml <3

As I’m walking back I’m smiling. I’m so excited to see him.

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On my way to Topper and I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where or in whose sheets.

I’m finally here it felt like it was forever since I’ve seen him and I pull up to your place, on the second floor. And you're standin', smiling at the door.

“Hey N/n. I missed you.” We hugged and stayed there for a while. “Top it’s only been 24 hours.” I said while laughing and he slowly joined in. “24 hours too long.” He said while pulling away and looking into my eyes. And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, but I really can't remember when.

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There was another party and everyone was there. Even Topper. I was dancing with Bianca and I can feel eyes on us, I turn and see Topper smiling at me and he sent a little wave. I waved back then he made a come here motion. I nodded and he went to a secluded spot. “Hey Bianca I’m getting something to drink, you want anything?” She shook her head and continued dancing.

I started to follow him and couldn’t find him anywhere. Then I felt arms around me. “Oh my god! Get off you weirdo!” You try to pull him off then he started laughing. You turned around and saw Topper. You slapped his arm. “You’re an asshole.”

“Hey I’m very sorry, just wanted to scare you.” He started to hug me and I hugged him back. “Can you come over tonight?”

I should probably, probably not

“Um ok.” You smiled and gave him a kiss and you both walked back to the party.

This can’t be a good idea. I’m slowly starting to see why we broke up in the first place. He’s getting possessive again. Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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Seein’ you tonight, fuck it, it’s fine

Whatever I’m bored anyway.

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It happened again. I fucked Topper and it was better than other times and yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

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“Y/n…..”

“I only see him as a friend” Again that is the biggest lie I ever said.

“Y/n I’m only saying this because I’m your friend but you’re becoming old y/n, making excuses defending him when he treated you like shit.”

“And before you said but we. Yea you guys were cute together but everyone slowly saw what was going on behind closed doors.”

Bianca is a really good friend and I understand what she’s saying and I appreciate what she’s saying but I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed.

Right?

______

Then it was excuse after excuse.

“We’re just fuck buddies.”

“I ended it anyway.”

“I just tripped and fell into his bed you know?”

______

I’m getting really fucking tired of Topper. Right now he’s yelling about something and I’m just zoning him out.

“Are you even listening Y/n?! Do you not understand how this would make someone upset?!”

“Why are you yelling at me? I can't hear my thoughts Topper.”

“I’m not yelling, It’s just-.” Before he could finish I just left. I can hear him screaming behind me but I really couldn’t care less.

But I know it’s gonna be the same thing anyway and the same excuse.

‘I just tripped and fell into his bed’

An: AGHHHHHSHEIDND ngl i lowkey cooked on this but HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERSSSS 🤍🤍🤍🤍

#my lovers on top #outer banks x reader #spotify #olivia rodrigo #this song is so real #topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #enjoyyyy

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 5 months

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2020 Collar x Malice Christmas Side Story English translation

merry xmas!

I finally managed to finish this... after asking about this being translated more than a year ago though it doesn't help that this was waaaaaaay longer than I thought it would be (plus i was busy since my family is hosting xmas, sorry!).😅 going to focus on deemo the day after tomorrow maybe... then my queue for next year. hopefully...?

anyway, enjoy!

OTOMATE Christmas 2020 Collar×Malice SS

Translation by KumoriYami

*The settings of this SS are inconsistent with the main game, and uses the setting from the ~Challenge from the Phantom Thief Adonis~ drama.

——December, 20XX.

Shinjuku, which was bustling with people, was able to to welcome another peaceful day today. Occasionally, there were some fights and quarrels that broke out in the streets everyday so the people in Yanagi Aiji's detective firm were also running around today.

Enomoto:….It's a request to investigate an extramarital affair again~ it's so terribly sad, why do we have to stay in front of the hotel to monitor couples…

Yanagi: It's good to have a request during this downturn. That being said, the success of this commission will largely depend on your mobility… Sorry, Enomoto.

Enomoto: I'm happy to be relied on by Yanagi-senpai.. Anyway, to cheat on Christmas, what on earth are they thinking? It's so wonderful to be in love together.

Shiraishi: There are many couples who break up at Christmas, for example those who accidently discover the other party's bad sides, and want to change their frame of mind before the new year, and there is also the possibility of finding out the cheating happening for a long time, and taking the opportunity to find their true love. It's a simple idea, isn't it?

Enomoto: Is it that simple…? To have someone to spend Christmas with is a luxury! Those people who are cheating or determining their destinies, really have no dreams!

Sasazuka: Don't worry, none of these things have anything to do with you.

Enomoto: I might have a chance this year!? That's right, on a snowy white Christmas… a beautiful woman speaking to me on a street... "I want to go to a party, but I'm lost…"

Sasazuka: And then he was taken away for a suspicious discussion, the end.

Shiraishi: I'm under the impression that the other party would extort you into buying them an expensive pot in the guise of a Christmas gift.

Enomoto:……At least!! Let me imagine it!!

Yanagi: You guys…. do your work seriously, Hoshino is resting today, and there are lot of things that haven't been dealt with yet.

Sasazuka: That guy's absence won't affect my productivity.

Enomoto: You're being like that again~ you're so dishonest…. Ah, someone's here, is it a courier? Come in, come in——

Kazuki:......Hello everyone.

Enomoto: Oh, isn't this Hoshino's younger brother? What's wrong?

Kazuki: I heard her say that she accidently brought documents from work back, though she's asleep right now.

Yanagi: Ah, Hoshino sent me a text message asking me to get them, we were supposed to pick them up.

Kazuki: It doesn’t matter, I didn't have anything to do anyway, and was going to a nearby store, so I came here.

Enomoto: Wa-Wait a moment, Hoshino's brother, it's rare for you to come here, so have some tea before leaving.

Kazuki:...Are you trying to draw out what my sister likes from me?

Enomoto: Hey, that sort of caution, you aren't lacking any of it…!

Kazuki:...Pfft, these sort of agendas are completely unhidden, you aren't a bad person either… and the opposite of someone with fiendish eyes.

Sasazuka: It's too annoying to target each word, rebellious phase.

Kazuki: Who's in their rebellious phase…! The one I don't trust the most is you.

Okazaki: Don't worry, otōto-kun, he's more or less a bit twisted, but everyone is a good person

Kazuki: It's definitely better than my first impression… huh? What's with you, where did you come from?

Okazaki: Ahaha, everyone here knows about this, so don't mind it.

Shiraishi：I mean, we're just asking him about Christmas presents, right?

Yanagi: Indeed, it's more efficient than us worrying and troubling ourselves over it.

Kazuki:...What do you mean?

——As a result, Yanagi and the others explained to the entire matter to Kazuki.

Christmas is coming, and while wanting to buy her a gift since she's been working hard, they however did not know what to buy. Kazuki sighed impatiently after listening to the general gist of the matter.

Yanagi: You're siblings, so you must have exchanged Christmas gifts, right?

Kazuki: I did when I was younger, but haven't recently… this sort of thing is really embarrassing.

Shiraishi: Then what did you give her when you were a kid?

Kazuki:......Cat plushies, and things like that.

Shiraishi: Eh, that's more tasteful than I imagined, in any case, I also want to receive a cat plush as a gift.

Yanagi: Don’t go off topic… Then, do you know what she's been wanting recently?

Kazuki: How did I know that… Ah, she said she wanted to buy a new frying pan.

Yanagi:…Kitchenware, huh, I also happen to buy a new one, and it's actually not difficult to choose.

Kazuki: She also said that she wanted a new cutting board...

Enomoto: So homely…! But, you should consider the other person’s preferences and habits when choosing.

Sasazuka: If you're going to say that, it'll be endless, giving gifts is purely an act of self-gratification, and no matter how much you worry about it, it'll be useless so it’s best for everyone to just give what they want.

Enomoto: No way! No sneaking out of this! What if one of us gives her a present that captivates her!

Okazaki: Enomoto-kun…it's a bit confusing for you to say that.

Enomoto: You're the one who needs the most attention, right?! You must be the type to ask a girl to a high-end restaurant/hotel with a night view!?

Okazaki: Alright, I'll sneak off to plan a secret date when you're not paying attention.

Enomoto: I said not to sneak away!!

Kazuki: Hey, are you guys so free that you're arguing about what gifts to buy like this, or is this place about to go out of business?

Yanagi: I get what you're saying, but everyone here is very capable and does a good job.

Kazuki: Hmph… It's true that if you work hard, you can earn a lot of impression points.

Okazak: Putting aside your sister, what sort of gift would you give to a girl you liked, Kazuki?

Kazuki:...........A ring, or something like that?

Enomoto: Th-That's so hardcore!?

Okazaki: Wow, I didn't expect you to be the type bind someone.

Kazuki: Many girls in my classes who are clamoring to receive rings. If you aren't dating the other person, it wouldn't be bad to give them earrings.

Sasazuka: I see, you're a pretentious person in front of other people, while you cling to your sister at home.

Kazuki: You guys are so infuriating… I'm pretty normal, alright?

Yanagi: Okay okay, he's still a high school student, and is at the age to bs sensitive to love.

Shiraishi: Could it be that you've experienced it? When Yanagi-kun was in high school, in order to save his kidnapped girlfriend, didn't he rush into the enemy's base by himself and cause a huge fuss?

Yanagi: Where did you learn about that?

Shiraishi: Enomoto-kun borrowed my manga that depicted the story of a protagonist who stood up to protect his girlfriend and was reincarnated into another world.

Okazaki: I'm a bit concerned about the future developments, so can you let me borrow it so I can take a look?

Kazuki:...Hey, the more you guys talk, the more off-topic you get, you guys are too free.

Enomoto: Ah, sorry! So, um, a Christmas present to give Hoshino…

In this way, everyone began having a heated discussion about what to give as a gift. After consulting Kazuki's suggestions, they prepared themselves and waited for Christmas to arrive.

——A few days later, it was Christmas day.

Once work ended, the office was filled with delicious food and adorned with Christmas decorations when the doorbell rang. Hoshino, who had gone out to buy something, had probably returned, and Enomoto hurriedly walked towards the door.

Ichika: He-Hello, um… there's an express delivery.

Enomoto: What, it's a courier. Hm? This voice…

Enomoto was astounded as he opened the door, and was powerful sight appeared before his eyes.

Enomoto: UAAHHHHHHHHHH!!

Sasazuka: Shut up, that's like the scream before death…——Ha?

Everyone was drawn to Enomoto's screeching, and all looked towards the door.

Standing in the doorway were two people dressed in red Christmas outfits.

Ichika: Everyone, Merry Christmas！

Kazuki: Eh, why me too....

Yanagi: Hoshino… and Kazuki, why are you dressed like this?

Ichika: Um, to thank everyone who is striving to protect the city's peace, Sana Claus came to give everyone presents!...I suddenly dressed up like this, and everyone started to laugh

Enomoto: Wh-What are you saying!? How can we laugh! Christmas COS!? Thumbs up!! Amazing!! No…………it's the best in the universe!!

Shiraishi: Hehe, Enomoto completely short-circuited, like a broken robot.

Sasazuka: So, who's idea was this?

Ichika:…Okazaki-san gave me this idea…

Kazuki: At first this guy was just worrying about what sort of Christmas gift to buy for his coworkers and came to me for advice. As a result, I somehow fell for the unorthodox SP's trap and things ended up like this.

Okazaki: Don't say that, I just gave my own opinions for what would definitely make Yanagi-san and everyone else feel happy.

Yanagi: Okazaki… it was you after all, although your opinions this time were quite serious.

Enomoto: It's better to say that this was done beautifully! This is Christmas COS…! Santa Claus has arrived——!

Sasazuka: Calm down a little, why don't you let Shiraishi give you an injection of anesthesia?

Enomoto: Don't treat me like I'm some animal!? That's a genuine crime!

Shiraishi: It's not impossible, but I'd have to carefully calculate the dosage because he's so sturdy. Having said that, everyone's reaction is subtle except for Enomoto, Yanagi-kun, don't you feel happy?

Yanag: Huh? No, I'm not happy...

Ichika: So-Sorry! For an adult to dress up in Santa Clause COS, it's so shameful, I'll go change my clothes…!

Everyone: Wait.

Kazuki:......Everyone's urging you to stop? Even that Sasazuka with a bad attitude…… (Just now, did d everyone think the same thing at the same time?)

Sasazuka: It'd be a shame to not have Santa Claus for Christmas.

Enomoto: Right, right! Without you, we can't have Christmas!

Shiraishi: Santa Claus sneaks in through the chimney, right? Why does you dress so conspicuously? Red is such a distinct colour, it's like deliberately trying to draw people's attention… they have a tendency towards committing theatrical crimes.

Okazaki:....Don't worry, this outfit ~really ~ suits you. Yanagi-kun and the others were just captivated by it, and their minds crashed blanked out instantly, right. You all have to say what you really think, otherwise they'll be too pitiful.

Ichika: Okazaki-san, your words seem a bit artificial...

Kazuki: Anyway, we didn't need your ideas about Christmas COS at all. We're just pandering to the holiday ambience, that's all.

Enomoto: I've been giving compliments since the start, right!? Hoshino… and Hoshino's younger brother… Thank you for bringing me the miracle of Christmas… I'm so moved right now

Ichika: Really? It's great if you're happy.

Kazuki: That person's reactions was too drastic, it's too disgusting.

Yanagi: Anyway, you prepared this Christmas surprise for us. We've also set up the place here, so let's let’s start the Christmas party.

Ichika：Uh, if possible, can we give these first…

Kazuki: These gifts are pretty heavy.

Yanagi: Ah, I'm sorry, I'll accept it with gratitude.

Ichika: Then, First... is Yanagi-san. Thank you for always leading us as the director of the detective agency, and it's thank to Yanagi-san's calm and cool judgements, that we're able to handle our work with a peace of mind when we encounter difficulties.

Yanagi:...Hoshino.... I would like to thank you for attenuative assistance all this time, which allowed me to operate operations smoothly, and I hope you will continue to advise me in the future.

Ichika: Please advice me too! Next up is Shiraishi-san. When I saw Shiraishi-san solve difficult cases through your keen observations, almost like magic… I have great respect for how experienced and knowledgeable side. However, please don't always tease me!

Shiraishi: That's because the way your expressions change is so very interesting, and I'm not teasing you, I'm just observing your reactions while we talk, from this perspective, it can be considered that you're helping me

Okazaki: Shiraishi-san is also an amazing tsundere.

Ichika: Hehe. The next one is for Sasazuka-san, your strict advice has given me confidence, and although it's sometimes quite Spartan, I still know that it's the manifestation of your kindness. Thank you for your help as always.

Sasazuka:…80 points, keep up with me, and don’t fall behind.

Ichika: Alright! The next is for Enomoto-san. You've always been a joy to have around the office, and have created a relaxing and cheerful atmosphere, furthermore, you still always help me make up for the mistakes I accidently make while I'm working… I'm so fortunate such a gentle senpai looking after me!

Enomoto: !! O-Obviously I'm the one who's being healed! Wah…. Terrible, there's sweat coming from my eyes… For me, you've been such an excellent kouhai! Hoshino! Let's continue to work hard to protect peace in the city!

Kazuki: Wow, he seems to be really crying… Is this person okay?

Ichika: Next is Okazaki-san, thank you for your continued commissions. Thanks to you, the detective agency has been slowly been able to develop properly.

Okazaki; Wow, you also got me a gift too? But, only my speech was very official, which feels a bit lonely….

Ichika: Um, you've always been willing to help me solve my problems, which has been a great help. Not only do I feel embarrassed about always asking you to take me home at night… can I ask that you please continue?

Okazaki: Of course, you are super welcome, as being relied upon by you is a reward in itself for me.

Sasazuka: That guy is the number one sneaker.

Yanagi:...It's fine if you have a good relationship, but don't trust Okazaki too much, as there are times he sends you home as an excuse, when he actually has ulterior motives.

Okazaki: Yes, yes, Yanagi-otō-san, don't be jealous of me

Ichika: And... lastly, I want to give a gift to Kazuki.

Kazuki: Huh? Give to me?

Ichika: Yes, thank you for everything, and although it's a bit embarrassing, I'm very happy to be your sister, and will continue to advise/look after you in the future!

Kazuki:…………

Sasazuka: Don't cry, otōto.

Kazuki: I'm not crying!….I'm just going to say…. being your brother, is truly great…. Thank you, onee-san.

Ichika: Kazuki...!

Shiraishi:...Hey, I'm almost being blinded by this beautiful sister and brother relationship, but don't forget that we're still here.

Ichika: Eh?

Enomoto: Shi-Shiraishi-san, look at the mod before you speak! Let them enjoy the moment for a while!

Sasazuka: It's useless to pretend that you can't see, that'll just be more awkward.

Yanagi: Yeah, that's true. Hoshino, this is our Christmas gift to you from us and Kazuki.

Ichika: Eh.... everyone got me a present!? Even Kazuki...

Sasazuka: It's to thank you for your continued efforts, so remember that you're not the only one who wants to express their gratitude.

Okazaki: Hehe, it's rare to see such a straightforward Takeru-kun, with the implication being that you like Ichika-chan the most, right?

Sasazuka: Don't interpret my thoughts without my permission.

Shiraishi: Although your abiliites are insuficicent, and require us to teach you many things, it would be very problematic if you suddenly disappeared. In other words, we find comparable value from you

Enomoto: Shiraishi-san, your talking around in circles too much. What we mean is that you are necessary existence to us, so thank you everything!

Ichika: Everyone... thank you!

Yanagi: Kazuki also helped us with picking out the gifts together, and although we had our own opinions, I thought this gift was a good choice.

Ichika: Kazuki, when did you...

Kazuki: Because you guys are so serious…. How do I put it, you all said that you wanted to give each other a Christmas surprise, which really bothered me a lot, so my position was to be like Cupid.

Enomoto: You're right, you two are like angels that descended down to the earth…! Yosh! I’m going to drink a lot today——! Kanpai——!

Sasazuka: I'm hungry, and would rather eat than drink. Hey Enomoto, that spot is mine.

Shiraishi: Ah, my Christmas gift is a cat plush. I see. Was that part of the investigation?

Okazaki: Haha, everyone's like kids enjoying Christmas.

Yanagi: It's good to relax once in a while, Hoshino, the food's almost ready, can you help me decorate it? As expected, I still need your help.

Ichika: Okay!

——In December, it snowed in Shinjuku.

On this peaceful street, this warm Christmas Eve continued.

----end---

sorry i meant to translate this earlier... but my eyes were having issues. they're still feeling a tad irritated though they're significantly better compared to when it started last saturday though.

Anyway, since this was content from one of Otomate's website, i have made this post un-bloggable (standard for me to do that when it's something from one of their websites), and I made a few adjustments to this based on the what names some of the characters use to address one another in the game... not sure if those changes are completely accurate since I haven't touched CxM for a while.

#collar x malice #collar x malice translation #cxm #Collarxmalice #yanagi aiji #okazaki kei #enomoto mineo #shiraishi kageyuki #hoshino ichika #hoshino kazuki #sasazuka takeru

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(Ok ladies....all this Evan in a strip club and sexy dances for him talk has me in heat, so I had to....🤭)

I pick up my phone and hit the green button next to Evan's name. He said he would be home 2 hours ago and I haven't heard from him. I'm not necessarily irritated, but hoping he's ok. His friends tend to be reckless sometimes. On the 4th ring, the phone picks up. I hear loud background noise and a couple different male voices that sound like they are yelling at each other. Then there is obnoxious, high pitched laughter and then a person that is clearly not Evan saying hello. I immediately recognize that it's his friend Jeff and I'm not thrilled that he's out with them. He sounds super drunk and immediately annoying.

"Heeeeeyaa there....Evan isssaa little indisposed at the moment" his slurred speech mixed with the loud music makes it hard to decipher his words. I faintly hear Evan yelling at him to give him his phone back, but it's met with more obnoxious laughter.

"Jeff!! Where the fuck are you guys? I can barely hear you" I say grumpily into the phone.

"Ssshhhhh don't tell yourself, but we're at 'LEGS', BABY!!!! and your boyfriend heres acting like a scared little rabbit."

I can hear Evan again, louder and super pissed. "Dammit Jeff, what the fuck??"

I can hear the noise lessening and a door close. I assume Evan stepped outside.

"Hey, sweetie. Is everything ok?" Sheepishly. Sugary sweet.

"Uh, yea. Just concerned you might be dead in a ditch cause you are 2 hours late with no text, but instead I guess you and your lovely friends are getting boobs bounced in your faces."

"Listen, babe... They dragged me here. I promise I am just having drinks and sitting here. Nothing else is happening. Please don't be mad."

"Yea? Well keep your phone away from your douchebag friends" I hang up.

I quickly go upstairs and rummage through my drawers. I'm looking for something sexy to wear. I forgot I had this cropped sweater that comes down far enough to cover my nipples, but my breasts peek out the bottom and a cheetah print thong. I stand in front of the mirror and snap a picture of my mid section showing only my rounded breasts peeking and the undies. If that doesn't make him come home, we have bigger issues.

I send him the picture with a text saying "I think we need to have a discussion."

His reply text just says "Oh, shit. Be home soon."

When he comes in the door I hear him yell that he's home. And he's running up the stairs. I'm standing in our room next to a computer chair and I'm holding restraints in my hands.

"Baby, what is all this?" He asks cautiously

"Strip." Is all I say

"What?"

"You fucking heard me. All your clothes off. Now."

He undresses. I can see his face trying to figure out if I'm mad. When he's finished I tell him to sit. When he does, I use the restraints to tie his arms to the armrests on the chair.

"So, did you like the strip club? Are you turned on by all those beautiful, topless women?" I ask, my voice monotone.

"Baby, no. I promise, I did not want to go"

"Here's the thing though, you could have left at any time. I'm afraid I'm going to have to show you what you could have had instead."

His breathing quickens "Are you really mad?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But I kinda want to punish you"

He's starting to sweat. He's semi-hard. Covered in goosebumps. "H-how are you going to do that?" His eyes are wide.

I walk up to him and I start running my hands up his thighs. Gently grazing them. I lean into his face like I'm going to kiss him and whisper "shut up and find out" and pull away as his mouth lunges for mine. I can hear his heartbeat across the room.

I grab a bottle of lotion off my dresser and he smirks. He thinks it's for him. His dick is hard and red.

I pump some lotion into my hands and rub them together. I put my foot up on the bed and he whines as I start putting lotion on my leg. As he's watching me, I do the opposite leg.

I come closer to him with the bottle. He's hopeful again. But, his face contorts as I start rubbing lotion on my stomach. Then, he lets out a moan that sounds like a cry when I pull my cropped sweater up over my breasts and start rubbing the lotion on my breasts and my nipples. Making sure I let my head fall back and moan at the sensation. I'm standing right in reaching distance, but he can't touch me. I take a minute to look at this beautiful man in front of me. He's a fucking mess. He's sweaty. I can smell the alcohol on him. His eyes are sleepy like he's in a sexual trance. He's balling his fists and the vein in his neck is protruding. His dick has gone from an angry red to a purple that almost makes me feel bad for the guy. Almost.

I leave my shirt pulled up and I put my boobs in his face, close enough for him to inch closer to them. He tries to use his mouth but I keep pulling away. He whimpers. I turn around and start swinging my hips. I inch them closer to his crotch and slightly let his dick graze my butt cheek. The begging starts.

"Please baby, I'll be a good boy from now on. I won't go to the strip club anymore. Please, let me touch you. You're so beautiful" he looks like he might start sobbing.

I turn to face him again. I kneel down on my knees, my breasts touching his rock hard member. I guide one breast with my hand and rub my nipples on his shaft. He moans and his dick twitches. I lower my face and I let the tip of my tongue barely slide over the tip of his cock. The precum coating him tastes salty. As I pull away, some drips onto my stomach. I look up at him. "You're dick is leaking"

"It's fucking crying"

"Yea? Well, just wait."

He begs again. His eyes are welling up "Please touch me. It hurts. It's on fire. Please, I'm begging. I'll do anything"

I get on my knees again and I blow my hot breath on a the tip on his cock and just hover there. "How bad do you want it?" I ask seductively.

He starts trying to thrust it up into my mouth.

"That's not asking nicely, is it now"

"Please, I'm sorry!" His face is pleading

I decide to let him have a little relief. I plunge his dick into my mouth and right back out again, sucking up his pre-cum on my way. I stand up and plunge my tongue into his mouth so he can taste it. Then I get back on my knees and start blowing him. He's moaning so loud. Pain and pleasure mixing together. He starts to get shifty and all he says is a quick "ohfuck" and I stop and pull my mouth away.

"Nonono, please no..come back"

"Bad boys don't get to cum unless I say so"

I go to my nightstand and open it

"What are you doing?" He knows damn well what I'm doing. A tear falls down his cheek.

"Don't think I'm gonna let you get off that easy"

I turn on my vibrator and sit right on the bed. I start using it on myself. I get lost in it and my reactions are natural. My moans, my face. I use it on my nipples and Evan whimpers loudly.

I look him right in the eye as I reach my climax. Making myself cum with my little machine.

His face goes from pleading and submissive to stoic and dominant. He's trying a new approach.

"Sit on my fucking dick"

I laugh "No"

"Yes! Right fucking now! I'm gonna fucking make you my little whore"

As I approach him, nothing could prepare me for what happens next. He fucking spits on his own dick. "Sit. On. My. Dick. Now." He's fed up.

I'm standing there about to say something sarcastic when he slips his hands free, grabs my hips spins me around, slides my thong down and pulls me down on to him reverse cowgirl. I cry out as he plunges into me. I refuse to move, giving him a run for his money. He starts thrusting upward. An animalistic grunt leaving his mouth each time. His long fingers digging into my hips. I'm making him work for it. It doesn't take long until he's literally screaming. I can hear his voice straining. No words. Just loud cries. Hot cum is hitting my walls so hard I can almost feel it splash. He's wailing as he comes down from his high. His whole body is shaking. His legs quivering. He can't speak. I look behind me and say

"fuck around and find out"

i love when the writers become inspired.

#fics

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morgansunflower · 8 months

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A Kind Gesture 2/2

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Requested by @sparklz02

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst.

Words:1486

Damian and Y/N had grown distant to cause a barrier between them. She had to get away..

It was torment. Damian and Y/N barely spoke to each other. She had become distant just as he had. Neither he or she laughed or even smiled. The family tried to encourage them to reconcile though Damian believed she hated him and she believed he didn't love her. She felt it was best to leave Gotham.

There was a 6 month trip involving a team of vigilantes to assist planets in need of help. She had planned to sign up... Though she had to do something which was going to be very difficult... Telling the family...

It wasn't going to be easy for anyone to hear. She didn't want them to think she wasn't grateful.

She first wanted to tell Alfred first. She found him in the kitchen washing the dishes... She was going to miss his wisdom and kindness.. Everything about her grandfather.. Expect his waffles.

"hey Alfred.. There's something I need to tell you"

"yes my dear" Alfred said he saw her saddening expression "I shall prepare us a pot of tea"

As they sat together drinking tea he listened to every word. He was greatly saddened by her words. He worried about her safety and that this isn't what she truly wanted. After the two had a tearful embrace she had to tell Bruce and Talia.

As she told them, the couple looked to each other and than back to the woman their son loved.

"given your relationship with our son is in turmoil at the moment, we do not wish you to leave" Talia said

"I appreciate that, truly but.. This is what I want" she insisted lying

"you always have a home here" Bruce promised hoping Damian and Y/N would not follow the lonely path he and Talia took.

Y/N had texted everyone who was not aware of her soon departure to meet her at the Manor amongst the family room.. Excluding Damian. She couldn't even begin to cope with thinking of how she was going to tell him. Everyone looks to Y/N with worried gazes as they can see in her eyes that she didn't bring good news.

"I.. I don't want any of you to think I haven't been truly grateful for all you've done for me" she stammered clearing her throat "I suppose, some of you may of heard of a group of vigilantes leaving off planet to aid other planets..."

"of course, why are you?..." Barbara stammered realizing what she was trying to tell them. "is it true?" she asked

"what?!.." Jason sees Dick's face fall along with the others "are you seriously thinking about leaving?!" Jason snapped

".. I already told Alfred, Bruce and Talia.. I wanted to tell you guys before I signed up"

"I can't believe this" Stephanie cried "is this about Damian? You shouldn't leave just because things are bad between the two of you" she said

"I need to do this. I need to be on my own"

"Y/N you are so strong and you don't have to prove that to yourself or to anyone.. And if this is really about Damian. Leaving like this isn't going to help you or him" Dick said

"I know..."

....

It was 5 hours until she was to leave. She had her suitcase open as she deeply sighed. Everything was, packed...

"you really don't have to do this.." Stephanie said

She looks seeing Steph with Cass both looking to her with sympathy.

"I know.. It's not that I don't love all of you but.. I just need to get away.." from Damian.

"before you do there's something we want to show you" Steph said

She followed the girls as they locked arms together. They walk into the family room. Y/N closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying and her lips shake so she wouldn't cry. There stood Alfred, Grayson, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Talia, Bruce and Barbara in her wheelchair. Among the family was snacks and food and a cake, which said ~farewell to our baby sister~

"you really think we'd let you leave without a goodbye party" Grayson smiled to her

Y/N smiled with tears in her e/c eyes. She hugs both Stephanie and Cass.

"you guys really didn't have to" she said lost for words

She hugs each tightly as she came to Damian he hugged her first. Listening to his heart rather than his head. He was utterly broken inside. As Y/N had a moment alone, Damian needed answers.

"why is it I heard only hours ago you are leaving?" Damian questioned with a snarl on his face.

"I was going to tell you... Just was waiting on the right time" she said unable to look at him because she knew she should have told him.

"when exactly is the right time? When you leave out the door and send me a message? Is it right before you leave? Or let me discover you were gone?"

"you pushed me away Damian" she cried with trembling lips "I can't do this"

"no this is your farewell party.. I'll leave" Damian snarled angered with himself

As he walker past her she takes a deep breath "please stay" she cleared her throat "I want you to stay"

So much of his heart craved to hug her and beg her to stay.

As she said her final goodbyes Damian watches her leave as his sinks further down to his knees. He left to an empty room so his pain would be able to escape.

With a heavy sigh and heavier heart Damian sits down. His heart felt as though it did when she was suffering because of him. How much must he hurt her? He loved her so deeply it made him feel joy and yet now it made him feel heartbreak.

"there is nothing to cause a barrier between you and Y/N. You have my blessing and your father's" Talia said entering the room.

"I wish it were that simple.." Damian sighed softly

"take it from my past with your father. We made it through the storm and you can to, with her. I see your heart light up in her presence. Admitting your wrong go's so much deeper than you can even comprehend"

"even if I do.. She's leaving" Damian scoffed his heart was beating rapidly by the mere thought of how much he was going to miss her. That he couldn't see her. It made him feel sick.

"you cannot let yourself live with regret son. She loves you just as I love your father..." Talia holds her son's hand just as she did when he was so small and fragile "you deserve to be happy.."

"mother she has already left.."

"if that were true why was she not among the files of vigilantes sighed to leave" Bruce said entering the room

Damian softly smiled to his, mother and kisses her forehead. He smiled to his father. Their support gave him the courage to chase after her. Damian grabs the key to his car and runs out the door.

"why was he rushing to get out?" Dick asked walking into the room

"bringing Y/N home" Talia smiled

"she's not LEAVING!!! She made us go through that emotional goodbye and she's not even leaving" Dick exclaimed

Damian knew exactly where she was. He parked by Gotham park. He walks to the bench seeing her. Y/N was sitting on the bench with her suitcase rested beside her.

Damian sits beside her bringing his hands together. He was so happy she stayed but before he could reveal that. He had to fix what he broke...

"how'd you know where to find me?" she asked

"as I recall in our younger days you loved this place" Damian kindly said

".. I was about to leave but I would have been leaving for the wrong reasons" she admitted

"when we were in the desert.. I wanted to tell you everything but ever since that moment I would think of when your heart--" he felt weakened in his throat as it shook

"I know" she said tearfully

"I was in fear of what could happen if I let you in further... I treated you as though you meant nothing, because you mean everything to me" he takes her hand rubbing the top of it with his thumb, her eyes shaking by his genuineness "in the simplest terms.. I love you"

Damian's heart leaps and his arms wrap around her as she hugged him. She let herself hide in his neck like a blanket. A large, protective blanket that is. Damian allowed his heart to beat faster and his eyes to water.

"I love you too.."

The new couple stayed together in silence holding each other for quite a while

"you know my bags are, packed.. Don't we have a private jet?"

Damian softly laughs "sounds ambitious.. I knew I loved you"

#batfamily #damian wayne #older! damian x reader #batman #batfam #angst #Leaving #Goodbyes #Love confession #batfamily x reader #Batfamily x Batsis! Reader #Batsis! Reader #Fluff #Supportive family #A Kind Gesture 1 & 2

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