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You didn't know what wantâdesire and hunger and needâwas until he laid his warm, rough hand over the swell of your belly, eyes dark in the wintergloom.
And it's a funny thing, really. To want. To feel comfort. You've lived a life where safety, security, was a thing found only in fairytales, in tangled memories. Dreams. Ones kept so far out of reach. A life divided in being wanted (hands on your thigh, around your throat) and unwanted (skin marbled with pain, cutting through tissue), but with himâyou feel it. All of it. An acute ache in the middle of your chest.
John tucks his hand over your nape, pulling you into the warm bracket of his neck where his pulse beats steady under your forehead. Firm. Strong. All heat.
"I'll protect you," he rasps, chest rumbling under the swell of your belly. The raspâbrassbound, ferric: a promise and a threatâglues to his words. Sinking deep. "Both of you, Coyote. Always."
And despite everything that tries to convince you otherwise, you believe him.
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not a lot going on at the moment, lando norris
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summary: there's not a lot going on after the dutch gp (mostly behind the scenes, but the fans are starting to catch on).
warnings: swearing and a few negative comments. also, i don't think the dates for august make much sense but they were mainly to show the passing of time.
a/n: second to last part ): hope you guys are still enjoying the story!!! as always, would love to know what you think <3
y/n.y/l â đâ Circuit Zandvoort



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y/n.y/l weekend well spent đïžâ€ïž thank you @/f1academy & @/charlottetilbury for having me!!!! xx
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f1academy â Loved having you with us! Your support means the world đ€© â„ïž by author
user10 okay but I missed her outfits in the paddock sm đ
user1 girl just say you're the lucky charm and go
user2 I NEED LINKS TO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU WORE THIS WEEKEND. LIKE NOW.
y/n.y/l â đ«Ąđ«Ą on it
user 3 let's go girlsssss!!! đïžđ©·
user11 not to be that person but⊠do we think they talked??
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user4 come back every weekend pls xx
user13 he won DESPITE the distraction, not because of it. let's be real.
friend soooo when are we raiding your glam bag?
y/n.y/l â đ as soon as you come over I'm guessing
abbipulling â Loved meeting you! â€ïžâ
y/n.y/l â right back at you đ xx
user5 so lando wins the second she shows up after a month? yeah. there's something in the air.
user6 yn supporting f1 academy>>>
user12 it's giving attention seeking, not support. oops đ«ą
user7 don't care what happened i'm just glad she's back
francisca.cgomes â đ â„ïž by author
user8 lando liked....... again... (we are so back!) (i hope)
user9 I thought we were done with the PR stunts?
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jasmineharper â đKapama River Lodge Reserve



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jasmineharper out of office (emotionally and geographically) đŠâïžâșïžđż
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user1 girl you are GLOWING in these âšđ€©
jasmineharper â thank you lovely đ„°
user2 girlbossing your way through SA I see 𫥠â„ïž by author
y/n.y/l â come back home the kids miss you (Iâm the kids)
jasmineharper â judging by how long itâs taking you to answer my texts, i think the kids are very entertained rn
user3 be fr jaz what do you know đ
user8 HELLOOOO WHAT DOES JAZ MEAN BY THAT đ
user9 she's keeping busy⊠WITH WHO JAZ DROP THE NAME i canât keep living like this
user10 is it hot in here or is it just the passive aggression
user4 You are STUNNING đ that last pic omg
user5 enjoy summer break!!! see you again in (exactly) 22 daysđđđ
user6 gorgeous!!!đźâđš
user7 u deserve this break and ten more just like it đ€đ€ â„ïž by author
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y/n.y/l bits and bops from august so far đ
đ€ ethan.y/l, jasmineharper, friend1, friend2
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user14 ollie content clears my skin â„ïž by author
user1 ethan in his chef era?? hello??? while looking like a runway model too đ«Šâđ«Šâ
alexandrasaintmleux â Miss you alreadyâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
user2 HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO OUR QUEEN JAZ đ â„ïž by author
user3 y'all do not let that extremely cute ollie pic distract u from the soft launch on the last slide
user12 ethan cooking⊠did we survive the outcome?
y/n.y/l â barelyđ
user4 august looks like it's treating you well!! love this dump đ â„ïž by author
ethan.y/l I better get royalties for slide 5
y/n.y/l â your payment is me not posting the video of you setting off the smoke alarm đđŒ
user5 jaz with the birthday muffin đ queen didn't even get a cake
y/n.y/l â less cleanup
user11 tell the leg at the beach I said hi
user6 ran here as soon as i got the notif you posted!! love the vibes!
user13 girl we are NOT fooled
user7 can we talk about ollie's little face in pic 3đ„čđ„č give him a treat from me pls â„ïž by author
user8 I will never know peace until I know who that leg belongs to
user9 it's probably just ethan lol you guys really do overanalyse every single little thing đ
user10 we're not overanalysing if we're RIGHT
15 August 2024

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à©â© watashi wa sutaa (smau) à©â©
pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader
summary : âyou are my best friend!â â I AM HIS WIFE !â
tw : suggestive, cursing
fc: Giselle from Aespa*she is so pretty-*
a/n : thank you so much to @xshazxx for suggesting this ! lysm đ«¶đ»
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gisisyn me wondering what did the 10/10 baddie find in this gorilla looking man
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kikagnomes he is not that bad now đ«·đ»
kikagnomes I will steal his money and run away with you đ€
gisisyn OMG, KIKA, MY LOVE * plays dramatic music*
pierreneedsgas keep your freaky japanese ass away from her
pierreneedsgas YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND
norizz and my wife đźâđš
lordperceval mine too đ€ș
gisisyn and I -
gisisyn ALL THESE MEN FOR ME !?
gisisyn PIEEEEEEE CAN I DATE YOUR FRIEND
gisisyn for scientific purposes ofc
pierreneedsgas and you will get those eurpoean dick inside you for educational purposes ?
gisisyn DOCTOR, HE HAS ESCAPED
albono esteban made his brain rot
gisisyn estie-bestie follows me
albono FUCK WHY HAVE YOU SWITCHED ON THE SETTING
albono ITS NOT LETTING ME DELETE MY COMMENT
lilihye Alex, it was nice being your last love đ«¶đ»
gisisyn I was joking đ
albono i will kill you
lordperceval stay away from MY wife bro
pierreneedsgas charles, we need to talk, NOW



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gisisyn WATASHI WA SUTAAAđđđ
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pierreneedsgas you look pretty
gisisyn DOCTOR HE IS OUT
pierreneedsgas what? It's just a compliment ?
gisisyn you have a fever or what ? you never anything good to me
pierreneedsgas HE DOES NOT !? HE IS GETTING HIS BALLS CUT
gisisyn kika...?
pierreneedsgas hi bbygirl đ
kika.gnomes pls give me my account back
lordperceval I have money, success and looks, let's be stars together ?
maxtheax success in that red tractor ?
lordperceval tractors are only Mercedes
georgey you sure about that ?
hamsandwich it's ok, I get the best of both worlds đ€ș
norizz you cut your hair bangs, let's bang in real life also
lordperceval dude, she is satisfied with my dick
pierreneedsgas CHARLES PERCEVAL LECLERC, THATS LITERALLY MY SISTER, CAN YOU STOP FLIRTING WITH HER
pierreneedsgas AND THIS IS PIERRE AND NOT KIKA
gisisyn aw.
pierreneedsgas stfu, even If I tease you, I will always protect you, I made that promise â€ïž
gisisyn I will start crying
gisisyn fuck I am crying
gisisyn charlws I need help
lordperceval omw đđ»
pierreneedsgas this better be a joke
gisisyn it's not-


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gisisyn my dad is french, my mum is japanese, my husband is monegasque, so I japrenchgasque ?
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pierreneedgas what the actually hell
pierreneedsgas charles, I am cutting off your dick
pierreneedsgas y/n? seriously ? without telling me ?
gisisyn hard launch ..?
pierreneedsgas did anyone know ?
norriz MEEEEE
chillsainz MEEE TOO
lordperceval they walked in on us
pierredneedsgas doing what exactly ? it better not include anything any touching
norizz IT INCLUDES LAP SITTING
chillsainz ALSO A COUCH
maxtheax and no clothes ?
gisisyn HOW DO YOU KNOW !?
pierreneedsgas y/n and charles. run.
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Innocence
Remus Lupin x f!reader
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring đźâđš, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!
summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it⊠and wanting to take it off youâŠ
word count: 4.6k
a/n: guys.. dw thereâs gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things iâm in love with this. lmk what you think :) also iâm not religious so if any of this is not accurate iâm sorry lol itâs for the plot
part two is posted!!! here
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Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldnât cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.
Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldnât have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didnât feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.
So, he eventually decided to ask you.
During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.
âSomething wrong Rem?â You asked.
He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. âWhy do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?â
âOh.â You laughed for a few seconds. âYeah, itâs stupid really, an old muggle tradition.â You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. âItâs called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.â
Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. âWhy would anyone wait till marriage?â
You shrugged. âMuggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until theyâre married. I think itâs stupid, but I still wear it.â
âSo, youâve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?â He questioned.
âOh no, I havenât done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. Itâs sort of a nice accomplishment donât you think? Iâve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I havenât given in,â you answered.
He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasnât completely impossible. Heâd never seen you with hickeys, heâd never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.
âSurely youâve at least done other stuff, right?â
You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. âFurthest Iâve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.â
Ah, so he was right about that.
âBesides, I donât really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but thatâs about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,â you added after swallowing.
So that meant...
âYou havenât done anything?â He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.
âNo need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what Iâve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,â you replied with an eye roll.
Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks heâd spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences heâd never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasnât a saint like everyone painted him out to be.
âI may be modest but that doesnât mean Iâm a virgin,â he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. âThat went away a few summers ago.â
You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. âWell, cheers to that.â
âCheers.â He nodded in agreement.
You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.
~~~
Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldnât get any of it off his mind. When heâd see you, heâd always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.
Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.
The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.
He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.
âSo, when did you get it?â He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.
âGet what?â
âThe ring.â
You chuckled. âYouâre still on about that? I suppose you arenât too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my âloyaltiesâ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?â
Three questions were answered. Good.
Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. âDoes that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?â
âOh no. I give it to my husband of course,â you replied. âDo these look alright?â
He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. âPerfect. You can put them in.â
âYou donât know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says Iâm perfect, I could faint,â you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.
He rolled his eyes. âI said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.â
You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never wouldâve guessed just how innocent you were.
âHow sweet of you.â You giggled.
â âCourse, anytime love.â
He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.
You were teasing him.
It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.
And you were going to love it.
~~~
Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didnât stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that werenât necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.
During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didnât understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.
The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and Jamesâs parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldnât focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.
It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.
From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.
âWhy do you always stand on the sidelines?â You asked once you were close enough. âAnd if youâre going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.â
He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. âIâm not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely donât dance.â He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. âCome on, that applies to cigs too?â
âAnd alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy donât need to know about that,â you answered.
Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.
âYouâre saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isnât? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,â he eventually said.
You smiled and shrugged. âThatâs muggle religion for you. Itâs pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.â
âBut a shag...â
âThatâs universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.â
He released another breath of smoke. âMost of you?â
âWell, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, itâs technically up to everyoneâs values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,â you explained. He watched you blush. âI donât think I should compare virginity to murder though.â
âYeah, I donât think thatâs a fair comparison,â he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.
You turned even more red. âSorry. But you get what Iâm saying, right?â
âEverything is optional is what youâre saying.â He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. âSo really, you could fuck someone before marriage.â
âI mean yeah, I could, but I donât think I will,â you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. âItâs sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.â
âDo you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?â It was another question heâd been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.
âI think just the full thing. I donât know. I donât even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.â You put your face in your hands, Remus couldnât help but chuckle. âSorry.â
He needed to do something. Now.
âDonât be sorry love, itâs alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldnât dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,â he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. âBut you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.â
You were beyond flustered, and it showed. âOh! Thatâs very um... generous of you, but I donât think Iâll do any of that I mean... I donât plan on it.â
He casually shrugged. âWe all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.â
For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didnât cave. At least, not yet.
âPerhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,â you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. âI should get back to Lily and Mary.â
âRight, it was nice talking,â he replied with a smile.
You nodded. âIâll see you later.â
âTill then love.â
Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.
He was never one to give up easily.
~~~
You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.
After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.
âHey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?â You asked.
You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.
âYeah, whatâs going on?â
Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. âUm, are you busy? Itâs not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.â
He fought the urge to smirk. âI was just going to Lilyâs little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?â
You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. âNo uh... nothing's wrong. Itâs just about... well... you know.â
âAbout what?â
âYou know...â
âI donât think I do love, youâre gonna have to use your words and tell me.â
He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.
âItâs about what we talked about at the party last weekend.â
âOh?â He questioned. âWhat about it?â
He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. âYou said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.â
âYes, I did say that.â
âSo... um yeah,â you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.
âAre you asking if that offer is still there?â
You nodded eagerly. âYes! I mean, um, is it?â
He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.
âHow about you come find out?â
You didnât fight it. He was glad.
Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position heâd desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.
Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasnât pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.
âCan I touch you?â He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.
âYes, please,â you replied, your breath ragged.
He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.
You were perfect.
With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.
After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.
âRemus,â you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. âFuck.â
âDoes it hurt? Do you want me to stop?â He asked.
You lightly shook your head. âIt feels so good, do not stop.â
âDo you want another one?â
âYes.â
He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.
âFuck Rem, I-â You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.
âYouâre close.â It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you werenât going to last much longer.
âI am,â you practically whimpered.
âLet go, love, itâs alright.â
Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.
You sat up, breathless. âOh my god. I canât believe I just- you just- we just... Iâm going to hell.â
âRelax, itâll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise itâs just a normal thing,â he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. âDonât worry about it.â
âIâm not worried about being judged or anything, Iâm worried because I donât feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... donât. In fact, I think I...â You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. âI think I want more.â
Remus couldnât help the smirk that formed on his lips. âMore?â
âYeah, I mean itâs only right that I return the favor.â He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. âYouâll have to show me how though.â
âAlright, only if, youâre sure. Donât feel like you have to because I did something for you,â he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.
âI want to.â
He didnât question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasnât that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.
âCan I try something else?â You asked, your hand stopped.
He almost groaned from the lack of motion. âWhat?â
âUm, can I try using my um...â You pointed to your lips.
âYour mouth?â
âYeah.â
How could he ever refuse?
It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he couldâve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didnât dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.
He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didnât pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.
âWas it good?â You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.
He smiled. âYou were amazing. Are you sure you havenât done that before?â
âNever even saw one in real life before this,â you replied with a laugh.
âThatâs hard to believe,â he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. âDo you want to try one more thing?â
âDepends on what thing.â
âIâll do what you just did to me but on you,â he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.
âOh yeah okay,â you spoke after a moment.
He kissed you again. âLay down.â
You did as he said and soon it began.
He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.
When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.
A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didnât dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.
âRemus,â you whispered. âPlease.â
He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didnât wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.
In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didnât mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.
So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.
After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.
âI feel stupid,â you mumbled.
âWhy?â
You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. âI shouldâve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyoneâs so mad about this stuff, itâs unbelievable.â
âYou donât regret it then?â He asked.
âHow could I? Youâre just... Remus I...â You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. âI think we should do this again if youâd want to of course.â
He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasnât about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.
âI wouldnât want anything more,â he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.
Soon, it would be his. And so would you.
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Look at him!
Handsome and Beautiful
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky wants to look good for you. He also wants dessert.
Word Count: Over 700
Warnings: Established relationship, slight insecurities, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: In the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky scowled at this reflection in the mirror as he studied himself. He couldn't seem to get his hair quite right no matter how much he tousled it. He also wasn't sure when he got wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, but age and general stress would do that. Since when did he care so much about his appearance? He hadn't since the 40's.
Until you came along.
âHey there, handsome,â you smiled from the bathroom doorway. âLooking good.â
A touch of heat went through his cheeks from your compliment. âWhy aren't you dressed yet, beautiful?â
âI need your help putting on my dress,â you said all too innocently as you strolled into the room in just your bra and underwear, the color matching the shade of his suit jacket.
Bucky cursed under his breath when he took in the sight of you. âThat's what you need my help with?â He questioned. He knew exactly what you needed help with. You'd tell him you have a few minutes before you had to leave and urge him to take off his suit jacket, roll up his sleeves, move your underwear aside, and take what he wanted from you. He wouldn't just take from you. He'd give and give. "My naughty wife.â
âI'll always need your help, my equally naughty husband,â you smiled, kissing him on the cheek and moving a few strands of his hair. Now he looked perfect. All he needed was your touch. âAnd don't think I didn't notice you deflecting my compliment.â
âI didn't deflect,â he argued. He sure as hell did. Maybe he could consider himself handsome by some standards, but you were a goddess. Some higher being smiled upon you the day you were born and knew you'd be a gift to the world. His world.
âYou did and I demand a photo as payment,â you said, crossing your arms when he scoffed. He wasn't one for taking selfies or whatever the hell people called them. âPlease, Mr. Barnes? For me?â You added in a softer tone, looking into his blue eyes in the mirror.
He couldn't resist you if he tried.
âFine, Mrs. Barnes. For you,â he said, sighing as he took out his phone. Putting a hand on his hip, he held up the phone to take the picture you so demanded. âAnd you were right. This looks better without the tie.â
âI know best,â you teased, cringing slightly when he snapped the picture. âOh, BuckyâŠâ
"What's wrong?" He asked immediately when he showed you the image. Did you not find him attractive? âYou said this was a good color on me.â
âIt is. You really do look handsome,â you assured him, making him breathe easier. âBut, my god, when are you going to get a case for your phone?â
He laughed, his eyes crinkling. Oh, maybe that was why he had wrinkles around his eyes now. Because of how much you made him laugh and smile. âWhen I find one I like,â he replied, knowing how much it drove you crazy that he didnât have a protective case on his phone.
âWe have already had to replace your phone twice,â you reminded him as he snaked an arm around you and pulled you against him. âNo, donât you dare distract me. If we have to get you another phone, I-â
âBut you said you needed help getting your dress on,â he pointed out, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your fingers gripped the lapel of his jacket as his lips lingered, making him smile. âDonât you want my help?â
âI do,â you whispered, whimpering when he kissed the other corner and gripped your hip. It was sounds like the ones you made that made him appreciate his super soldier senses. âBut-â
âOr maybe we can focus on me fucking you in front of the mirror instead,â he smirked, wondering how wet your panties were now. âC'mon. We have a few minutes before dinner. Let's have dessert first,â he said, finally bringing his lips to yours and snapping a photo when you melted into the kiss.
Maybe he wasnât a fan of selfies overall, but heâd take as many as you asked him to and would continue to create many happy memories with you.
We still need a breeding fic with these two. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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save her (part two)
pairing: robert âbobâ reynolds x thunderbolts*! reader
summary: the aftermath of a destruction and death, causing two people desperate for reassurance.
warning: mentions of death, reader has a panic attack, bobâs also panicking, they kinda banter a little, slow burn
authorâs note: tysm for 3000+ likes guys <3 hope you like this one itâs long asf, please let me know what you all think, i really like reading your comments & reblogsđźâđš
part one
âletâs⊠head backâ bucky said with a sigh in between, alexei immediately walking over to pull bob, whoâs still pretty unconscious, upwards, carrying him on his back like nothing.
you all quickly began making your way to the exit, careful to avoid the debris still scattered all over the place... as you all walked, you could see the damage he had done, destroyed bodies and shattered glass was all over, like a natural disaster had just taken place.
seeing the ruins gave you fragments of memories⊠and a massive headache.
and with every step you took, eventually you remembered, you realized, that for a brief moment back there,
you were dead.
the ride back was quiet, or to you at least, as you managed to cancel out all the voices. the others were trying to act as they normally do, bob still unconscious, but you havenât spoken a word. the only thing repeated on your mind was âi just died, and came back to life.â
you felt shaken up by the realization, but you tried to shake it off... you didn't have time to think about that now, you had to get back to the tower- your room as soon as possible.
the others could tell something was up with you- your quietness, nothing but shaky breaths, and trembling body, and they kept giving you worried glances... but they knew better than to ask what was wrong, they knew you well enough to know that you would open up when you were ready.
and so the moment you arrived at the tower, they knew not to question nor disturb you the second you ran off to your room.
at the same time, bob was awoken from his slumber, stretching his limbs ever so innocently as if he didnât just use them to punch severals soldiers to death, âg-guys? what happened- whereâs y/n?â
they all looked over at him, seeing him confused and disoriented... they let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was awake and okay.
âour mission is completeâ john states, thinking carefully for the next sentence he was about to say, ây/n is⊠resting in her room, she needs it.â
bob nodded, his memory still fuzzy.
alexei put up a hefty laugh and blurted out with his thick accent, âi too, would need to rest, if i died and come back alive just like video gameâ, yelena could only groan and slap her dad in his arms, âyou can never shut up, can you?â
bob eyes widened hearing that, he nearly yelled out, âw-what?!??â, they all went silent, not knowing how to respond to that. âhow did she- no- wait, i need- i need to see her-â he said frantically, the thoughts of her dying making his chest pound, filling it up with anxiety.
âhey⊠hey, relax, man. sheâs alright.â bucky said, walking up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to ease him.
bob looked at bucky desperately, needing reassurance. bucky squeezed his shoulders and locked eye contact with him, âsheâs fine, bob. sheâs okay now.â
bob nodded a bit too quickly, trying to let the others know that he was fine⊠which heâs most certainly not, but luck must be on his side as the others fell for his blatant lie, quickly scattering to their own rooms, all tired, wanting to wash away everything that just happened.
it wasnât easy for them too.
bob took this as an opportunity to slip away, slipping down the hallway and making his way towards your room.
he took a deep breathe and knocked a few times, only to find no response- then he knocked again, this time a bit frantically, ây-y/n, itâs me. can i⊠can i come in, p-please?â
you didnât say a word, instead you lifted some of your fingers up, with just a tiny bit of energy surge, causing the door handle to shine a bright red, opening itself for him. for bob.
bob slowly pushed the door open, poking his head inside. he looked around, seeing you sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall, you sighed and turned to him,
âcome hereâŠâ
he didnât need to be told twice, he wasted no time, entering the room and closing the door behind him... he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, sitting facing you.
he didn't know what to do next, he was scared to mess something up, scared to touch you the wrong way.
âcloser, please..?â you said, coming out barely as a whisper, opening your arms just the tiniest bit, hoping that heâd get your hint.
he took a deep breath and did exactly just that. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, tight embrace.
tears flooded in the second you felt his touch, what started as a sigh of comfort turned into sobs. you held onto him so tightly, gripping onto his shoulders, feeling so overwhelmed, afraid that you might go again.
he felt his heart ache as he heard you sob... he held you close to him, his hand rubbing soft circles on your back.
âi died, bobâŠâ was all you could say in between each sobs, the words hit him like a train wreck... his grip around you tightened, his hold on you almost possessive.
âd-donât say that..â he said, his voice shaking as he spoke.
âbut i did.â you said, pulling yourself away just the tiniest bit, so you could see bob, who without a doubt was tearing up as well.
ââŠit was too painful that i didnât even realize i was drifting away⊠then i felt nothing- no breaths, no heartbeat, no nothing⊠then i was back alive, and i suddenly feel⊠everything. itâs⊠itâs too much.â
bobâs heart shattered as he heard you speak like that, imagining what you had gone through, what you must have felt⊠his grip on you loosened, but he didnât let go.
his gaze fell on you, thinking to himself, his face seemingly filled with hesitation, before allowing himself to say, ââŠp-please, i need to see itâ
âi need to⊠i need to know what happenedâ
âwhat..?â was all you could reply. sure, on a normal occasion you would do it, no problem, but this was different. he is asking you to show him how you died just about an hour ago.
bob quickly realized that he wasnât being fair. it was a lot to ask for, especially now. he slowly shook his head, ân-no. i⊠iâm sorry.â
you steadied yourself, trying to calm yourself down, trying to breathe like a normal person, trying to focusâŠ
this man has no recollection, absolutely no memories of what happened, and you so happened to have the powers to give them back to him. you know the risks, what could happen if he remembers... but you donât want to baby him like the others do, and you never will.
you shook your head back at him, âno, you⊠you have the rights to know, tooâ
bob took a deep breath... he knew what you were saying was right, he had every right to know.
"please⊠show me."
you took your hands, placing it on both sides of his temple, you closed your eyes and let your hand glow in a familiar red shade, his irises turning the same color.
in a flash, he saw his own memories of the mission earlier⊠how you comforted him, how you protected him from the very beginning of that mission, how you let yourself get hurt so that he wouldnât, he saw it all- he saw everything.
then he saw through their point of views, their memories as well. the casualties and destruction caused by the voidâs wrath⊠your weak, frail, dead body laying on the floor⊠and you coming back to life with the help of sentryâs powerâŠ
when everything finished and over, the surge of memories ending, bob just sat there, staring ahead, processing everything he just saw⊠you watched him silently, giving him time to think through everything, not wanting to disturb him.
he didnât say a word, his vision hazy as he was deep in his own head... he knew you were waiting for him to say something, but he couldnât. he was so shocked, so caught up with what he just saw... and it was a lot to digest.
you bit your lip, trying to not lose your patience, but you couldnât stay still, the silence killing you. âbobâŠ?â you said softly, trying to get his attention.
he didnât respond⊠so you tried again, a little louder, a little more desperate, âbob?â
hearing you say his name for the second time seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, as his eyes fluttered, a shaky sigh escaping his mouth. you watched as he looked around the room, a look of disbelief on his face.
after a few seconds of staring ahead, he finally turned to look at you, his face pale... he seemed to struggle to formulate a sentence, his voice cracking when he spoke, âi⊠i-iâŠâ
you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, hearing the way his voice cracked, âbob⊠it's okay.â
he closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself, but it came out shaky and unsteady... he tried again, and this time it was a lot more stable as he opened his eyes to look at you, âhow⊠how could i-â
you knew where this was going, and you felt your heart pounding fast in your chest, âbob⊠itâs not your fault, okay? itâs not your fault.â
he shook his head as you spoke, the grip he has on you, loosened⊠he was silent for a few seconds, before he finally spoke again. âno- y-you donât understandâ
âwhat donât i understand, bob? tell me, what am i not understanding?â you kept your composure, not wanting to sound desperate, but not wanting to sound too demanding as well.
bob seemed conflicted, his mind tangled up in his own thoughts and his heart heavy with guilt, as he struggled to find the right words to say. you could see the pain and guilt in his eyes, and it hurt you to know that he was holding himself responsible for what had happened, just like you thought he would.
but you didnât want to sugarcoat things, and you knew that what happened wasnât his fault. âbob, look at me.â you said firmly, making him look into your eyes.
he lifted his head up and met your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any signs of anger, but found none. instead, all he found was understanding and empathy... he felt a lump form in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down, waiting for you to speak.
âlisten to me,â you started, your voice firm but gentle at the same time. âwhat happened out there, it was not your fault. do you understand that?â
bob just nodded, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to keep control of his emotions. he wanted to believe you, he wanted to accept what you were saying, but he couldnât help feeling like it was all his fault⊠like he was to blame for everything that happened.
you could see the conflict in his eyes, and you knew that he was struggling to accept the truth, so you continued to speak, keeping your voice steady and calm. âbob⊠you have to understand that what happened was beyond your control, alright? there was nothing you couldâve done to change what happened⊠i shouldâve been more careful, tooâ
bob looked at you, his eyes widening as he heard you say that. he couldn't believe what he was hearing⊠âno⊠you donât get to say that. you don't get to blame yourself.â
âbut⊠iâ you started, but he quickly interrupted you, his voice coming out urgent, ân-no, y/n. please donât do this to yourself. donât do this to me. donât you dare blame yourself for what happenedâ
you couldnât believe what you were hearing⊠bob, the usually quiet man, was finally asserting himself. he was finally speaking up, and he wasnât holding back. in any other situation, you wouldâve been proud.
you tried to speak again, but bob wasnât having it. he cut you off before you could say another word. âno⊠s-shut up. just⊠just for a second, okay? just let me say this."
you stopped talking, taken aback by how forceful he sounded. you watched as he took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before speaking again.
âi-i canât let you blame yourself for what happened⊠not when itâs my fault.â he said, his voice shaking with emotion.
you shook your head, not wanting to let him take the blame either, âno⊠no, bob. you donât get to do that to yourself either. it wasnât your fault, alright? it just⊠happened, thatâs all.â
he shook his head back, not wanting to hear it, âno⊠if i had just been more careful, if i had just been paying attention⊠i shouldâve been more aware, shouldâve been smarter. it was my fault, alright? iâm responsible for what happened, n-not you.â
you sighed, feeling frustrated that he wasnât listening to you, âbob⊠just listen to me for a second, please. it was not your fault. i was out there too, alright? i was the one who got careless, not you.â
he shook his head again, his voice almost coming out as a whisper, âcareless? you werenât careless. you were putting yourself in danger, trying to protect me. that wasnât careless, that was⊠that was selfless.â
âexactly. i was trying to protect you, i was the one who put my needs before yours⊠and thatâs why i got hurt.â you replied, trying to make him understand that he had nothing to blame himself for.
âwhy would you do that for me..?â he asked, voice filled with sadness.
you looked at him, your own feelings of guilt growing, âbecause⊠because i care about you, bob⊠i donât want you to get hurt, alright? i donât want to lose you⊠i-â
he let out a shaky breath, âwhy do you even care about me? iâm just an idiot who makes mistakes⊠over and over again. why do you even bother with me?â
âbecause youâre not just that.â you said, your voice firm and resolute. âyouâre a good person. youâre kind, and smart, and funny. youâre⊠youâre the person i care about most⊠and you canât keep beating yourself up about what happened. it wasnât your fault. none of it was.â
bob looked at you, his eyes searching yours, trying to find any signs of deception or pity⊠but he didnât find anything. all he found was sincerity, and it made his chest ache.
you could see the pain in his expression, and it hurt you to see him so beaten up about what happened. âbob⊠look at me. pleaseâŠâ you said softly, trying to get his attention
he couldnât ignore you, so he lifted his head and met your gaze, his eyes red and puffy from the tears he was trying to hold back.
you looked at him, feeling a wave of emotions flood through you, but you tried to keep your composure, âbob⊠listen to me, please. i need you to listen, okay? you need to understand that none of this is your faultâ
he looked at you, his eyes wide with confusion and guilt, âbut i-i⊠i failed you. iâm the one whoâs supposed to be protecting you, not the other way around.â
you shook your head, âno, you didnât fail me⊠you helped me so much today. you were there for me, like you always are. you didnât fail anything, bob.â
âyou⊠you saved me. if it wasnât for you, i wouldnât be here anymore.â
he was trying to keep his emotions in check, his heart pounding in his chest, âb-but⊠you got hurt. you died, and it was all because of me.â
you reached out and took his hand, holding it tightly, âno⊠no, it wasnât because of you. it was my choice. i chose to protect you, alright? it was my decision, not yours⊠and i would do it all over again if it meant that i could protect you.â
he continued to stare at you, his head spinning with confusion and guilt, âi-i donât understand⊠why would you do that? why⊠why do you care about me so much?!â
you looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. you took a deep breath before saying,
âcause i like you, bob⊠more than i shouldâ
bob froze, his heart stopped beating for a moment. did he hear you right? did you just⊠confess to him?
you sat there in silence, feeling vulnerable and exposed. you had just opened yourself up to him, admitted that you had feelings for him, and he was just staring at you with widened eyes, looking as shocked as he ever has.
âiâm⊠iâm sorry, i shouldnât have said thatâŠâ
he shook his head, finally finding his voice again, âno, no, donât⊠donât apologize for that. pleaseâ he said, his voice strained.
he took a deep breath, his heart pounding again, "i-i just⊠iâm surprised, i-is all. i had no idea you felt that way about me..."
you looked into his eyes, seeing the surprise and shock in his expression, "iâve liked you for months, bob. i canât believe you never realizedâ
he stared at you, dumbfounded, âyouâre⊠youâre serious, right? youâre not⊠youâre not doing this to mess with me, are you?â
you shook your head, âGod, no. of course not. i⊠i would never joke about something like this. itâsâŠâ you trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence
he held your gaze, his mind trying to make sense of it all, "why... why didn't you say anything before?"
you shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed, "i was scared. i didn't know if you felt the same way, and i didn't want to ruin our friendship. i was happy just being by your side, you know?"
he just nodded, his own feelings starting to get the better of him.
you felt your heart pounding harder in your chest, "bob⊠be honest with me, alright? be completely honest with me."
he nodded, his breaths coming out short and ragged, "yeah... yeah, i'll be honest."
you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes, "do you⊠do you have feelings for me, too? even if it's just a little bit?"
he held your gaze, his heart pounding, âyeah. i do. i⊠i have feelings for you, more than i should, a-actually.â
âthatâs more than enoughâ you whispered, a wave of relief crashing down on you.
a tiny smile formed at the corner of his mouth, "yeah? you think so...?"
you smiled back at him softly and nodded, the two of you just sitting in silence, but it wasnât awkward or anything like that at all.
at this point, you think to yourself âfuck itâ, you leaned in forward, but still managing a short distance with him, âcan i⊠can i please kiss you?â
his heart hammered against his ribcage as he heard your question, the moment of truth finally coming, "yes. God, yes please- i-iâve... iâve wanted to do this for a long time.â he whispered, his voice shaking.
âme tooâŠâ you whispered back, placing your hands on his cheeks, closing your eyes, and finally closing the distance between his lips with yours.
as your lips met, he felt a spark, a jolt of electricity pass through him, a feeling that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
he kissed you back gently, his hands coming up to hold onto your wrists, as if afraid that if he let go, you would disappear.
there was no lust, just two people madly in love with each other, whoâs both been waiting for months for this exact moment to happen.
âplease⊠stay.â
âalways.â
authorâs note: SO WHAT DO WE THINK GIRLIESSSSSS? this continuation got inspired by me actually having a nightmare about dying and getting a panic attack right after. i thought it was a bit realistic rather than the reader just shrugging death off..? i hope i wrote it good enough, i think this entire chapter is just messy, but realistic.?
should i write the thunderbolts*âs reaction to you dying in the first part? đđ
also, just a random rant but i NEED more fanfics where the reader is an overpowered hero and is a badass like oh lord GIMME THAT SHITT. thatâs all, thank you once more for 3000+ likes and ily if youâre still reading this <3
#bob reynolds#bob reynolds x reader#bob thunderbolts#lewis pullman x reader#thunderbolts#fanfic#lewis pullman#x reader#avengers reader insert#fluff#reader insert#reassurance#robert reynolds#robert bob reynolds
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just a crazy horse girl â joe burrow
summary â Joe starts dating an equestrian whoâs going to the Olympics. A win for the horse girls, some would say
warnings â fem!equestrian!reader, fluff, social media au
note â just a little something because iâve been slacking on maintaining professionalism pt 5 :,) also lmk if you wanna see more social media posts!
tags â @starsinthesky5 @joeyfranchise @willowsnook @wickedfun9 @joeburrowshaircurl @iosivb9 @burrowdarling @kazsbrckkers @softburrow @ebsmind @blairsworld22 (comment/send an ask if you wanna be added!)

yourusername alexa, play ready for it by taylor swift
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yourbestfriend Oh iâm READY
yourusername good ;)
joeyb_9 Iâm ready!
yourusername You better be
username READY FOR WHAT
username WHAT DOES THIS MEAN Y/N TELL US
username Is no one gonna talk about how joe burrow commented on a HORSE GIRL post??






joeyb_9 France dump :)
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bengals Stunning đ
teehiggins We see you Joe đ
username HELLO? JOSEPH?
username Joey B in town for the olympics?
username Is he there with Y/N???
username Thatâs what it looks like đ
yourusername You can tell which horse is mine based off of the look on his face
joeyb_9 Goofy just like his mama
yourusername IDK whether or not to take that as an insult or a compliment

yourusername proud is an understatement. we gave our all, and for that, we won SILVER!! thereâs not enough words to go around to thank everyone for their support and their loveâŠmost importantly patience. we will be taking much needed and much deserved time off!
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yourbestfriend YOU GOT EM GIRLY
yourbestfriend NO ONE COMPETES WITH YOU
yourbestfriend also youâre gorgeous
yourusername best hype woman ever <3
username AHHH LOOK AT HER
username MY FAVORITE OLYMPIAN
username I donât watch equestrian sports BUT I WILL NOW
username NO WAY
joeyb_9 THATS MY GIRL!
yourusername We can hang it next to your Heisman!
joeyb_9 Absolutely not, it deserves its own place, front and center
username Everyone, get you a man like joe burrow

joeyb_9 Date night with an olympian :) tagged: yourusername
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yourbestfriend Youâve got that right buddy
yourusername Youâre too cute
joeyb_9 Guilty as charged
username Yâall Iâm screaming this is precious
lahjay10_ Simp
yourusername Says the one who posted their girl twice in one week??
lahjay10_ @yourusername Donât bring me into this
username my favorite olympian ever đźâđš
joeyb_9 Sheâs mine too :)

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Skate to my heart | MV1 (SM & Blurb)
pairing: max verstappen x hockey player!reader (they/her)
summary: when hockey season overlaps with F1 season, there's bound to be sparks flying
warning: none!
wc: 934
a/n: Hockey presason is back baby! also all photos for y/n is from @/PWHL_NewYork ! Highly recommend watching PWHL & supporting these women!
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maxverstappen1 It was a tough race with tougher conditions but we maximised with p2 đ Now time for a much deserved break before coming back stronger đȘ
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user9355 THAT'S MY GOAT!!!
user305 we only go up from here đđ
landonorris you gonna let oscar just drown you like that?
âł maxverstappen1 compared to you? i survived âł landonorris RUDE???
user593 LETS GOOOOO
user29 we are so BACK!!!
yourusername beautiful driving by my goat, excepted nothing less. next manifesting a podium for austin when i go in person đđ
maxverstappen1 liked this comment âł maxverstappen1 challenge accepted âł yourusername đđ€
yourusername tagged NJDevils and PruCenter
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yourusername đđ preseason is back! time to see some of my favorite devils before hitting the rink with my gals đâ€ïž IN OUR NEW HOME ARENA FOR THE SEASON đ
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yourteammate1 still sad you're a devils fans as NYS đđ
âł yourusername đ€·ââïž âł yourteammate1 texting coach to trade you as we speak âł yourusername WOOOOW THE BETRAYAL BY MY OWN WIFE
user305 YES THE DROUGHT IS OVER!!!
user3953 OMG HOME STADIUM IN NJ?? LETS GOOO!!!
yourbestfriend so good to be back đźâđš
âł yourusername SOOOO GOOD!!
user694 MY QUEEN!!!
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yourusername LETS GET LOUD!! đ§ââïžđ¶đ©”
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user4863 YES YES YES!!!
user042 FINALLY!!!
yourbestfriend THE KING AND QUEEN OF THE ICE đđđ
âł yourusername DAMN RIGHT đŁïž
user3068 đđđ
yourteammate1 watch out, your replacement is showing you up
âł yourusername sadly I think they're better đ€§ âł yourteammate1 you can become the team photographer it's okay âł yourusername oh yeah for sure
user3053 SO EXCITED FOR THE FIRST GAME!!
maxverstappen1 I'd like to propose a bet
âł yourusername im listeningđđ âł maxverstappen if you can win your first game since i've bought a ticket to see it âł yourusername okay, name your price. âł maxverstappen1 if you lose, you pick up the tab for post game drinks âł yourusername and if i win you'd pick up the tab for post game drinks? âł maxverstappen1 preciously âł yourusername alright, your on đ€ be prepared to lose mr. 3 time world champ âł maxverstappen1 ha. i don't lose âł yourusername you do tomorrow night đđ
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maxverstappen1 wonderful job ladies. a well deserve win đđ
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user2953 HELLO???
user384 bring back hockey max!!!
landonorris so when did we start liking hockey, hm? đ€š
âł maxverstappen1 I have always liked hockey âł charles_leclerc if it's not f1 or your e-sports, you only watch for background noise âł landonorris what charlie said! âł maxverstappen1 Highly debatable âł yourusername he likes it when he's got a bet on the game and loses đ€ âł landonorris OH?
user736 OMG OMG I WAS AT THE SAME GAME!!!
user203 need this man to be invited back to give my ladies a bigger audience đ
yourusername pay up champ đ„đłđ„đł
âł yourbestfriend EXCUSE ME??? WHERE'S MY INVITE âł yourusername sorry girlie, this was a bet made between us đ€§ âł yourbestfriend đ have a drink for me âł yourusername ofc boo âł maxverstappen1 yeah yeah. i'll meet you outside âł yourusername okay âșïž
After the team meeting and the media, you leave the stadium with your teammates to the bus. Spirits are high and the energy is buzzing between everyone. Youâre laughing with your teammates and spy Max standing a little further off to the side in front of his car as heâs on his phone. You put your duffel bag into the compartment of the bus before excusing yourself. Your teammates boo and pout, asking where you were going and why you werenât celebrating with them. You quickly explain you had a bet going on with an acquaintance. Your face flushes slightly when the girls see Max and start teasing and giving low whistles before youâre turning on your heel and heading to the Dutchman, gently flattening out your black dress.
âHello there.â
Max glances up from his phone to study you before locking and pocketing his phone before he breaks into a small grin, âHello. Congratulations on your win.â
âThank you,â you give a small jokingly curtsy, âI had to make sure I was not picking up this bill.â You tease. âReady to go? Hope I didnât keep you waiting too long.â
âI am,â he steps aside as he opens the passenger door for you, âalso no you didnât keep me waiting long at all.â He offers a hand, which you take and helps you into his car before he closes the door gently behind you. You settle into your seat and start talking to Max to fill the silence. Itâs surprisingly a lot easier to get the Dutchman talk when heâs asking you questions about hockey. How long have you been playing? Did you start as a kid? Why did you want to play hockey? What did you do on your off days? What was training like? What are practices like? Could he come and watch a practice?
You happily answered all the them on your way to the bar, the two of you going back and forth with a question and answer. You two end up in a booth in the corner at the bar with your drinks chatting and talking with laughter and banter between the two of you.
The night flies by and before you know it youâre back in Maxâs hotel room. Itâs not like it was the endgame but it was 2am and his hotel was closer than the teamâs hotel. You texted your roommate before Max is passing you some of his clothes and you take a shower. You come out laughing because Maxâs sweatpants are too big for you and you have to hold them up while waddling over to Max, whoâs on his bed who is also laughing. He trades you the sweats for a pair of shorts and takes the sweatpants. You settle into the other side of the bed and the two of you continue to chat until somehow you both fall asleep.
Waking up the next morning, Max is already finishing getting dressed. He asks if you want to go back to your hotel and change before joining him for breakfast and you sleepily agree before you get out of bed. Somehow, you manage to direct Max to the hotel in your sleepy haze before the two of you are back in your room and you change. The two of you then go out to a little cafe for breakfast.
Then the mall.
Then lunch.
You joke that this feels more like a date.
Max states that maybe he wanted it to be a date.
You stare at him in a bit of a shock before smiling and accepting dinner as a date which Max just smirks slightly.
The date goes amazingly. Max picked some fancy restaurant but you didnât care about that. You cared about being on a date with Max. How easy it was to talk to the Dutchman. How much of a nerd he was that the media never showed because he kept it tucked away. It was a different side to the driver that you were glad you got to see.Â
After the date, you two went to get ice cream. You two finally exchange numbers before he drops you off at your hotel so you could pack for your flight. You donât sleep, spending the night texting Max.Â
You two schedule virtual dates in between your schedules. Your favorite is a virtual escape room that is Twilight themed. Max was so stressed trying to figure things out and you were laughing so hard that you almost pissed your pants but you two escaped with two minutes to spare. Max swore he would never do it again but he also needed to prove that he could do an escape room with more than five minutes to spare so it became your go to date and by the third, Max had been so frustrated with a puzzle (that he wanted to do on his own) that he blurted out âbabe help me!â
You did but after you circled back to the comment, smiling and teasing him. You found his blush cute as he fumbled with his words before admitting since you two have been talking for so long and going on dates he wanted to ask you and had this whole thing planned but it just slipped out in the moment of his frustration. You laugh softly but smile and admit that you were going to ask him pretty soon if he didnât and somehow him blurting that out felt somehow fitting. You two laugh but end the date on the biggest high ever.
You were dating Max fucking Verstappen.
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maxverstappen1 one of us is a professional hockey player...
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landonorris not you watching her bust her ass and not helping her
âł maxverstappen1 I did not! I helped her âł yourusername he lies âł landonorris knew it âł maxverstappen1 y/n! âł yourusername kidding!
danielric3 woooow i thought we had something special
âł maxverstappen1 we do! âł danielric3 LIAR! âł yourusername sorry, my bad. if it makes you feel better, i totally kicked his ass âł danielric3 this does actually, thank you
yourusername you did me dirty with that photo
âł yourbestfriend now girl...how âł yourbestfriend I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT
yourusername at least i kicked your ass
âł maxverstappen1 yeah wait till we go karting âł yourusername i'll your ass there too đ€ âł maxverstappen1 okay schat, we'll see đ©”â€ïž âł yourusername yes we will â€ïžđ©”
#starlight library presents;#startlight library navigation#STMH#skate to my heart#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen smau#max verstappen social media au#mv1 fic#mv1 x reader#mv1 imagine#mv1 smau#mv1 social media au#f1 imagine#f1 smau
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fifth wheel âą ln4 part 2 à©â©â§âË
à©â©â§âË pairing || lando norris x reader
à©â©â§âË genre || social media au
à©â©â§âË summary || y/n is always fifth wheeling george, carmen, alex, and lily.
à©â©â§âË a/n || hope you guys enjoy part 2! part 3 will be out soon as well ;)
part 1 part 3



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yourusername đđđ
username1 summer break y/n is slaying
username2 she tagged along george and carmenâs trip đđ they really canât get rid of her
carmenmmundt đđ
‷ yourusername i love u
georgerussell63 stop stealing my girlfriend
‷ yourusername never!
georgerussell63 also come downstairs, me and carmen have been waiting for half an hour! how are u not ready yet???
‷ yourusername patience is a virtue georgie
‷ landonorris thatâs code for 2 more hours georgie
username2 omg lando y/n interaction. heâs defs w them rn!
lilymhe missing youse đ
‷ alex_albon am i not enough?
‷ yourusername u cant compare to me and carmen alex donât be silly
‷ alex_albon oh ofc my bad
username3 ig lando and y/n really arenât together
‷ username4 what? what makes u say that?
‷ username3 look at his recent



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landonorris waves and friends đ€
redbullracing that jet-ski looks familiar đ
username5 omg lando in the red bull life vest
username6 OMG the girls hands in the second pic??? y/n????
‷ username7 itâs not her
‷ username6 how do u know?
‷ username7 sheâs not in thai land. sheâs in spain w carmen and george, lando is in thai land obv w lily and alex and a few of their other friends.
‷ username8 or maybe itâs just lily lol
lilymhe cowabunga dudeee đźâđš
‷ yourusername omg lily stop this.
‷ landonorris yeah what she said đ


f1wags lando spotted w mystery girl in corsica
username13 kinda looks like y/nâŠ
‷ username14 i wishhhh but y/n is w george and carmen in ibiza now iâm pretty sure
‷ username15 nah iâm convinced that this is y/n (iâm delusional)
username16 how do we manage to get all these pics but not one that has an identifiable face
‷ username17 maybe itâs for the better. he doesnât owe us anything, we should respect their privacy.
username4 wasnât he just in thai land?
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landonorris summer lovinâ
username18 heâs gone girls đ«
username19 this looks a lot like y/n just saying
‷ username20 u guys need to get over this. sheâs literally in ibiza. he is not.
maxfewtrell down so bad
‷ landonorris u would be too
yourusername cute congrats
‷ landonorris cheers mate.
‷ username21 damn we were really off, they really are just mates
‷ username22 idk sounds kinda bitter to me đ«Ł
alex_albon you have definitely never watched grease
‷ landonorris how does this have anything to do w grease??
‷ alex_albon yeah iâm not even surprised
mclaren ïżœïżœïżœđ
‷ username23 admin what do u know?!
username24 lando norris soft launching?? never though iâd see the day
riabish ahhh so cute






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yourusername happened so fast
â ibiza, spain
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heidiberger_ fave gal đ€
‷ yourusername miss u already babe đ
‷ danielricciardo what bout me
‷ yourusername free enchante beach club đ§đ§
‷ danielricciardo hmmmmm
‷ enchante weâll see what we can do yourusername đ
‷ yourusername thanku for coming in clutch admin!
username25 she couldnât third wheel lily and alex so she decided to find daniel and heidi LMFAO
‷ username26 donât think sheâs third wheeling anymore⊠đ«Łđ
username26 DONT THINK WE DONT SEE THAT LAST PIC Y/N
username27 y/n soft launching. what is happening?
username28 iâm still convinced that itâs lando
‷ username29 she literally tagged ibiza, i donât think she can make it anymore clear. theyâre in two diff countries đ
landonorris cute đ
‷ yourusername thanks dude
‷ username30 yeah they were def talking and then fucked it up and are both bitter abt it
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username32 slayed the summer dump
carmenmmundt best vacay w the best people
‷ yourusername đđ
username33 when are we gonna find out who the man is?!
landonorris nice
‷ yourusername đđ
username34 jesus christ what is going on lando and y/n
alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest đ€
‷ yourusername miss u đđ
alex_albon you know how to swim??
‷ yourusername cant wait to swap ur hair dye when u least expect it albono



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landonorris almost at the end
tagged alex_albon, lilymhe, georgerussell63, yourusername
username34 OMG HE TAGGED Y/N THEY ARE DATING
‷ landonorris we played paintball, sheâs in the first pic.
alex_albon whyâd u make it sound so dramatic âalmost at the endâ
‷ username35 alex is nothing if not a hater
username36 what i would do to play paintball w lando, alex, george, lily, and y/n
carmenmmundt oh.
‷ landonorris carmenâŠ
‷ carmenmmundt ig u and ur gf have more in common then i thought đđ
‷ username37 what does this mean�
‷ username38 if i speak đ€
username39 i fear we need to stop being delulu⊠he basically said itâs not her in the last pic and she didnât even like or comment

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username37 holy shit
username38 that dress looks familiarâŠ
‷ yourusername yeah me and every other bitch own it đ€·ââïž
‷ username39 i have never seen someone deny and squash rumours as quickly as lando and y/n have been doing
‷ username38 y/n calling landoâs gf every other btich đ sheâs so messy
alex_albon food that isnât breakfast⊠in bed. freak!
‷ yourusername okay freak.
username39 time to accept that y/n is no longer the designated third wheel and itâs not bc sheâs w lando đ«
francisca_cgomes sexy đđ
‷ yourusername loverrrrr
lilymhe wonder why đ«Ł
‷ carmenmmundt hmmmm i wonderâŠ
part 3 here!
#lando norris x reader#lando x reader#lando norris#formula 1#alex albon#george russell#lily muni he#carmen montero mundt#social media au#mclaren#ln4 imagine#ln4#ln4 x reader
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Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.
TW: Smut, creampie, lots of making out, teasing, Awkward family encounters, Explicit Words, Cheating, Minors DNI.
Word count: just dont count. it's ending. don't. okay it's around 9k but hold on.
A/N: okay. There's a lot going on. So before u guys get sick of reading this long ass chapter, let me just say thank u for staying with EZZY til the end. That's it. See A/N in the end bc đźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
Oh also, smut's going to be the first thing that'd hit you.
No pressure tag đ @jelly-rei @potter-solomons @feveredvisions @tickettride @rach5ive @lovebydaylite @dreamygirli3
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Part 9 - Grilling Knightmares
"Are you still watching?"
The two are occupied again.
While the tub of Izzyâs self-proclaimed life-changing popcorn had been emptied long before she had found herself on her elbows and knees spread apart on her bed with Eddie holding her and snapping his hips from behind, lost again in the gravity of each other.
"Oh god, Eddie... that's it. That's it." her voice muffled since her face was buried against the pillow. "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"
Her back arched, feeling her stomach coil from Eddie thrusting inside her velvety walls from behind. "Not stopping, baby... Gonna blow soon, yeah?" he huffed.
They were just watching, coincidentally, "Friends" and as soon as they finished the popcorn, Izzy bit her lip and purposely stretched like a cat infront of Eddie. He did not need to be told anything, just spanked that naughty ass hard, pulled down her pajama shorts, spit on his palm, pumped his cock with it and slammed right into her.
"Mm-hmm... Cum inside me, big guy." she mumbled, gripping on her sheets.
Eddie turned his head sideways, staring at their reflection in her vanity mirror, her tits bouncing along his rhythm. Fuck, she was so hot. He just wants her all to himself and fuck her in all the ways imaginable. He slowed down his thrusts while watching their image in her mirror. Him fucking her from behind with no sense of remorse. Another sound came from his palms landing on her ass, leaving a clear red mark on her skin. A fucking slap again, causing her to moan.
"What's that baby? You like it when I fill you up, don't you?" he cooed, rubbing his palm gently from the area he mercilessly hit.
"I do..." she cried. "I really do, Eddie..."
He bit his lip and groaned when he heard his name from her mouth like a sinful wail, his cock twitching inside her. He gripped on her ass, parting it slightly as he looked at his glistening cock, throbbing and veiny, sliding in and out of her slick walls. Hitting her spot repeatedly, her walls clenched around him tighter, making Eddie shut his eyes and tilting his head back in pleasure. He was edging out.
"god you feel so fucking good baby.."
Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Izzy tossed her hair, arched her back a little more, lifting her ass, and craned her neck just enough for her sultry eyes to meet his. Those dark eyes he'd never tire of drowning in. Ones that held him captive with any emotions it conveyed.
"Damn, Iz..." he groaned, leaning down capture her lips deeply, his tongue flicking across her lower lip, parting her mouth slightly. His palms rested against her sheets, the muscle in his knees tightening as it kept him stable, while his cock was still drilling in and out of her. She kissed him back, moaning in between as she gets close to her orgasm. His big and muscular figure towered over her while his lips trailed kisses on her back, his fingers playing with her nipples.
"So fucking tight, baby..." he groaned, shoving inside her deeper, making her gasp and grind him from behind. Her body quivered when she reached her orgasm, coating his cock with hers and burying her face into the pillow while screaming his name.
Eddie gulped. Reaching his as well while still driving inside from behind, grunting like a lusted animal. He slapped her ass again, making her whimper. "Please, Eddie.."
"Mmm.. you ready?" he asked, and she nodded.
Eddie felt it welling in his groin, deep within his balls, as he continued to thrust in and out, slowly, but then he rammed it one last time deep into her pussy, his balls throbbed and pulsed. He letting out a guttural moan and gripped her body, and she cried out loudly one more time until his hot cum exploded inside her, rope by rope.
"Fuck yes... yeah, baby..." he whispered, jerking his hip and thrusting all of it inside her before finally sliding onto her back, both panting. He kissed her shoulders, then the back of her ears, and whispered, "you're perfect, Iz. So fucking perfect."
She was far from that, and Izzy knew it. She was a mess. Emotionally wrecked, mentally unstable, and even physicallyâa cum dripping mess. Still in their post-sex haze, they naturally settled themselves sitting up her bed when his phone vibrated.
And again.
The messages from Anne were relentless and he hasn't looked at a single one ever since. He turned on his phone's Do Not Disturb mode, refusing to talk to anyone other than the people within the four walls of this mansion. Aside from the more frequent vibration of his phone caused by his fiancĂ©, what truly caught his attention wasnât that.
It was Izzyâs silence.
Sure, she chuckled at his joke when he poked fun at her magical popcorn before they started watching, but he could tell it was half-hearted. She would usually have a snappy comeback, but tonight she hadn't. He watched her shift beside him, bringing her blanket to her chest, her breath had been heavier since she stepped inside the house after grabbing her snack, and again now when their moment had collapsed.
That wasnât normal. Eddie was not about to let it slide.
âWhatâs wrong? Popcornâs lost its touch?â
Izzy shook her head, sighing deeply before finally speaking. âAnne was here earlier.â
Oh.
Eddie couldn't find his jokes now. It was serious. He sank deeper into the mattress, already knowing where this was going.
âShe asked about us.â
âYou told her."
She nodded. âI told her.â
After months of going behind his fiancé's back, he knew it was only about time that Anne knew. Eddie shut his eyes briefly, sighing deeply, rubbing a tired hand over his face. Finally realizing the reason why his phone was buzzing a lot more tonight, and why Izzy's mood was off. He's got a lot of things going inside his mind right now yet he's unable to find the right words to say so he let the silence stretch between them.
She did not have any words to say to him either, other than the fact that she felt guilty again. Not because she slept with Eddie for the hundredth timeâno, that's already out of the window.
âIâm sorry,â she murmured.
Eddie quickly glanced at her weirdly. This was rare. What he meant by that was he did not even know this woman knew how to say "sorry" or even had that word in her personal dictionary. Even during their biggest fight, she doesn't know how to accept she was wrong.
âI said it because... I couldnât stand the thought of you going home to get hurt again. I acted on impulse, and maybe I shouldnât have. I shouldâve let you decide that for yourself.â
He saw her fingers curled into the sheets, unable to look at him, evidently looking guilty. âIf you want to go home, talk to Anne and fix things, I wonât stop you. I shouldnât have said it. It shouldâve come from you.â
Eddie watched her closely, his gaze softening. Then, he took her hand, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.
âStop that,â he said quietly. "You donât need to be sorry.â
âI do. I think I just ruined your engagement. I truly am sorry, Brock.â
Eddie didnât let go of her hand, and with full conviction, he said:
âWell, Iâm not sorry.â
Izzy stared at him, processing and trying to understand what he meant. He knew what it felt spending almost all your life regretting, fixing, and making things right even if it wasn't necesary. That meant ensuring she didnât have to be either.
He looked at her and gave her a warm smile, then squeezing her hand, bracing himself into something inevitable.
They were still tangled in sheets, half-covered, and the TV was idly asking if they were still there on the screen. It was not the scenario he had in mind when he imagined this happening since they were in college. Eddie got tired of waiting and imagining this moment and he was determined to let it out of his chest.
Izzy was not stupid and she could already feel it settling in her stomach when Eddie straightened his body, fully turning to her.
"I used to think it was just protective instincts," he started with a stupid smile on his face. "You know, us growing up together. Watching your back, making sure you didnât get yourself into too much trouble even though I always ended up cleaning your messes anyway."
Izzy snorted softly but didnât interrupt.
"But then⊠it wasnât just that." His fingers hovered over the sheet, absentmindedly tugging on it as his attempt to ground himself. "It became more than just making sure you didnât end up at a random police station after doing something reckless. It became me needing to see you and talk to you every day. My whole damn day felt off if I didnât."
Eddie inhaled, glancing at her, he looked so utterly unguarded that it nearly knocked the wind out of her. His eyes were sparkling, his smile was automatically blending along with his words, and his voice was raw.
"You know how your eyes do that thing?" he said, gesturing vaguely to his own eyes. "They turn into crescents when you smile? I swear, Iz. You could ruin my whole week, but if I see that smile, hell, it makes everything better. And donât even get me started on your laughâ"
Izzy felt her cheeks burn, her heart hammering in her chest like some little flustered high school girl getting asked to prom by her crush. Oh god. He was really doing this.
Eddie chuckled at her silence, shaking his head. "Youâre the funny one, Knight. But I swear to God, I feel a stupid amount of accomplishment whenever I make you laugh. Like, itâs better than getting a great scoop for the next Brock Report episode."
Her mind was swirling with so many colliding thoughts and she couldnât take it anymore. Her ears were hot. She huffed, covering her face briefly before pulling her hands down, leveling him with a look.
"Brock, are you really doing this?"
He grinned and nodded. He expected her to attempt to deflect.
"Yes, Knight, Iâm doing this."
Izzy exhaled in amusement and defeat, waving a hand in surrender. "Fine," she murmured, trying and failing to hide her smile. "Go on, Brock."
He did not need to be told twice and neither of them had to pretend anymore.
Eddie let out a breath, running a hand through his hair, pacing himself through the truth settling between them. Izzy was still sitted beside him, fingers grasping the sheets in her chest.
âI donât know if Iâve got a bad case of Stockholm syndrome or something,â Eddie teased, glancing at her, âbecause you drive me insane.â
She chuckled, thinking to herself what a dumbass this man was right now.
âBut whenever you leave, itâs like I canât breathe.â Eddie exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. âAll I do is just wait for the day you come back and yell at me again over something petty, or get me to run to you during the most ridiculous hours."
He paused, meeting her gaze. "But I wouldnât change a damn thing.â
Izzy raised a brow, but smiling like she knew it. She knew she loved all of those things and just waited a long time to hear this.
"Fucking hell, baby, I never knew I could love, hate, and want the same person at the same time."
She snickered, shaking her head. âWow, thanks.â
Eddie laughed softly at that, then, without hesitation, he cupped her face, thumb grazing her cheek, refusing to break the moment now that he's about to say it.
"I know exactly what kind of person you are," he murmured while his eyes searched hers. "And I love every goddamn bit of it."
"You never stick around long," Eddie continued, his fingers lingering and holding her firmly to grounding her in place. He wanted her to soak every word coming out of his lips. He wanted to see how she takes it all in. "Youâre the same dove Iâve loved then and now. And maybe Iâm tempted to lock the doors, throw out the keys somewhere you wonât find just to keep you to myself, but I wouldnât do that."
His grip softened, thumb brushing against her jaw, his tongue briefly running through his bottom lip to dampen it, preparing for his next words.
"Because a dove knows where its home is." he said calmly and his eyes are filled with nothing but adoration. "And I know youâll always come back to me."
Damn right she will.
She raised a brow, lips curling slightly, challenging him. "So you think Iâm that predictable?"
Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.
"Baby, youâre a freaking tornado. By all means, no way in hell predictable." he answered with his confident and crooked smile. "But Iâve been managing the eye of it since we were kids."
"And I donât mind doing that for the rest of my life becauseâ"
Thump.
âI love you,â he breathed. âChaos included.â
Finally.
Eddie Brock has said the magic words.
Izzy didnât respond with words.
Instead, she leaned in, letting go of the blanket around her chest as her fingers threaded into his hair and kissed him deeply. He returned each kisses with the same passion, if not more, his arms circling around her waist, pulling her closer.
Because there was no way he was letting her go.
When she finally pulled back, lips barely inches from his, she murmured, âI thought youâd never say that.â followed by her signature teasing smirk, âSo what, you finally found your balls?â
Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, eyes softening. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
Izzyâs smirk widened as she leaned in again, pressing another slow kiss against his lips, whispering against it, âI know, big guy.â
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. âYou said it twice.â
Indeed he did. It felt so damn liberating. Eddie sighed, realizing yet again, he had actually lost the verbal sparring match with his best friend and he did not mind.
Sunday morning.
The day of the annual Knight Family Barbecue. Izzy's parents have always hosted this in their backyard. It started when her dad was still in the military, often deployed to other parts of the world. So whenever he was home, at least once a year, they'd gather the family around to catch up, strengthen their bond, and introduce little Isobel to other members of the family. When she became friends with little Eddie in elementary school, she insisted inviting her shy friend over until, eventually, it became a thing.
He was officially a part of it. Her relatives knew Eddie well and he knew them; they were practically a package deal, from her cousin's wedding, one of her aunt's golden anniversaries, grandparent's funeral, Eddie was Izzy's plus one.
The smell of both burning charcoal, and marinated meats are mixing with the voices of the old couple arguing whether they would set up an extra table or not. Eddie loved it. He liked the rhythm of setting up tables under Mrs. Knightâs meticulous instructions, whether the table linings matched her precious plates. He liked tossing charcoal into the hot grill pit beside Mr. Knight who was mentoring him about the precise heat control to cook the meat while ignoring how much steak juice splattered onto his shirt. Eddie was figuratively flying in and out of the mansion to the backyard.
This was the Knight family in its element and if you've come this far, you should know who is in the thick of it.
The honorary son himself.
As tradition dictated, Eddie Brock was the one doing all the damn work.
The only person missing? Isobel Knight herself.
Yup.
The so-called darling only child of the mansion, the one who thrived on disorder, the one who picked a fight with her dad yesterday at the grocery store about the difference between short ribs and baby back ribs was still asleep, dead to the world upstairs, blissfully unaware of the hurricane of preparations happening just outside her room.
Without fail, this system happens and Eddie knew exactly how this was going to go.
Soon, relatives would arrive. Aunts, uncles, cousins who are both old and young would start filling up the backyard, some screaming greetings over the fence, others immediately launching into discussions about who's brought the better dish.
And the woman he just confessed his love to last night was going to wake up to all of it.
He adjusted a tray of marinated ribs for grilling. Eddie was starting to pity himself after doing all the grunt work. "Your daughterâs still sleeping, you know," he muttered to Mr. Knight.
Her dad barely looked up, flipping a steak like Eddie hadnât just given him damning evidence of his only childâs complete lack of responsibility.
"As she should," he said simply.
Eddie stared at him, with tongs snipping on his hand, completely unimpressed with his answer. "Youâd think royalty would need to contribute at some point."
Mr. Knight smirked, shifting the meat again. "And yet, you contribute for her every year."
"Iâm starting to think I was tricked into this decades ago."
The older man just hummed, clearly amused but offering nothing in the way of sympathy. Not expecting his beloved daughter to even lift a finger. Izzy would help indoors, but knowing how pissy her daughter is under the scorching sun, he knew he'd just waste his breath in scolding her. The stubborness within Isobel came from someone afterall.
Mrs. Knight passed by, setting another tray of side dishes down on the serving table before shooting Eddie a knowing glance. "Why donât you go wake her up?"
Eddie huffed, shaking his head. "Oh, I will."
Because if he had been working all morning, Izzy was not getting away with another two hours of beauty sleep and shameless avoidance.
Not today.
Eddie stomped up the stairs with zero plans of tolerating Izzy's slacking while he spent the whole morning covered in charcoal and grease. He didnât even knock nor ease the door open like a civilized person. Just shoved it open with his shoulder, standing in the doorway like he had just come back from war while the house princess slept peacefully in her bed.
She groaned immediately, rolling over, burying her face into her pillow.
"Get up."
"No."
"Izzy."
Izzy flopped onto her back, cracking one eye open to peer at him looking like he was a stray dog that had wandered into her bedroom, seeing him standing beside her bed, just staring back at her looking completely done.
"You smell like ten hours of labor," she muttered with her voice thick.
"And you smell like luxury and privilege."
Izzy huffed, turning onto her side, tucking the blanket closer. "Tragic. We could never work."
Eddie did not dignify that with a response and yanked her blanket away, making her gasp, feeling offended considering she was naked under those sheets.
"Eddie!"
"The barbecue starts in two hours. Your parents are downstairs. Iâm sweating through layers of grueling, unpaid labor, and youâve done nothing but sleep."
Barely awake, Izzy sat up, running a hand through her disheveled hair, sighing like this was the greatest injustice she had ever suffered. "You love doing all that," she muttered, not even apologizing.
"That is not the point," he shot back. "Youâre stalling."
"You gonna do something about it?" Izzy smirked and leaned back against the head board.
Oh Isobel. Today is not the day to press on Eddie. Without any warning, he grabbed her ankle and yanked her forward off the bed, making her yell at him in outrage.
"Brock, stop!"
Eddie did not stop and dragged her halfway to the edge of the bed.
"You shouldâve gotten up when I said," he muttered, hoisting her off the mattress easily, and dragged her towards her closet.
Fucking hell. This would be hot in another circumstance.
Izzy flopped against him, fully refusing to put in any effort now. This man was insane. He's gotten so comfortable just flicking her anywhere.
"Youâre carrying me like a sack of flour."
"You deserve it."
"I hope my parents disown you."
Eddie sighed, finally dumping her onto her feet, pushing her toward the closet, done with this fight.
"Get dressed, princess."
Izzy groaned, but finally moved to grab a shirt. He thought that his job was done so Eddie turned toward the door while shaking his head. He was already halfway to the door when Izzyâs voice stopped him.
"You know," she mused, grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "I mean, you could leave now. But then I wouldnât be able to kiss you."
Eddie froze, his entire brain short-circuiting immediately much to her entertainment seeing the way his shoulders tensed and his fingers twitched slightly against hers. See? Puppy dog knows his treats.
"Look at you," she teased, tilting her head again, voice sounding overly sweet and innocent in the most dangerous way possible. "I think you want me to kiss you." Leaning in and testing him.
"All you gotta do," she whispered, squeezing his wrist, "is shower."
No one was as efficient as Eddie Brock was.
Since Izzy was that insufferable, he did what any man in his position would do: he walked straight into her bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water run hot. She barely had time to react before he was pulling his shirt off, tossing it onto her desk chair and removed his shoes.
Her eyes widened slightly. "What are you doing?"
Eddie turned toward her, unbothered, undoing the button on his jeans and pulling it down, revealing his boxers. "Showering."
"Now?"
"Well, you did say youâd kiss me after." Now removing his boxers showing his dick and bush in full view. She gulped down and did her best to put on a straight face.
"I said I could."
Eddie tossed them aside, completely ignoring that response and stepped into the bathroom. He even had the audacity to flash her an evil grin before completely stepping inside and closing the door shut.
Last night, he admitted to her that he loved her. Izzy can't stop smiling like a fool while listening to Eddie humming a song insider her shower while she got dressed as well. She glanced over his phone placed on her bedside table, tapping it lightly to check: 15 missed calls, 22 messages, all from Anne. She let it be. Maybe he was not ready to face the reality of his life for now.
Izzy barely had time to register the sound of the bathroom door opening before Eddie stepped out, damp and smug, towel slung loosely around his waist like he had no concern whatsoever about the current circumstances.
She had been pretending not to care nor notice him the moment she heard the faucet squeak closed until Eddie moved too fast towards her, barely even had time to shove him away before his arms were wrapped around her waist, tackling her down on her bed. The water droplets coming out of his hair were hitting her face. She gasped, laughing despite herself, pushing against his chest.
"Eddie, you're wet."
"Ahh. My baby's observant." he said as his arms locked tighter around her waist.
"Youâre gonna get me soaked." She attempted to wiggle herself out of his arms.
"Iâm okay with that."
Izzy groaned, throwing her head back, but before she could get another word in, he pressed his lips against her neck, lingering just long enough to make her really regret her own existence. She tensed, breath hitching, fingers curling against his shoulders.
Eddie laughed softly, lips ghosting against her jaw now. "Oh, so now youâre quiet?"
She was trying so hard to summon even an ounce of resistance because she was getting turned on again. His hands felt on her waist, the way his voice had dropped slightly, the way his hair was still damp, and HE KNEW what he was doing to her. He leaned in again, lips brushing the corner of her mouth.
"I did shower," he murmured.
Thank god, I had my birth control shot. Izzy thought.
She pressed her lips against his, arms circling around his neck and he sighed against her mouth, melting into their kiss. It lingered for a while, slowly and deliberately with him letting Izzy settle the pace. Her fingers grazed against the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Eddie smiled against her mouth, barely, tilting his head slightly to ease into the kiss, keeping it steady and unrushed. He could feel her heart hammering in the way he's pressing against her. She slid her arms tighter around him, finally giving in completely and he took that cue immediately, his knees spreading her thighs and hitching up her sun dress.
Izzy huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to murmur against his lips. "Youâre way too smug right now."
He nudged her nose with his, gaze flickering between her lips and her eyes. "You havenât pulled away yet." Leaning in again to press another kiss behind her ears to test the waters even more.
Then he heard a clank of silverware downstairs...
Eddie had one job when he came up here. One simple mission which he completely forgot: Wake Izzy up. Drag her downstairs. Get her to contribute to the barbecue instead of sleeping until noon like the most spoiled child in existence. He was not supposed to be sucked in her bed, fresh out of a shower, arms still wrapped around her waist, and actively contemplating terrible decisions.
"You know," she murmured, fingers tracing slow patterns against his shoulders, "I think Iâm officially awake now."
"That was the goal." He answered, trying to reset his brain.
"Yeah, but now I feel energized."
"Thatâs great, Knight. Time to put that energy to use downstairs."
She dismantled the towel wrapping around his waist and threw if on the floor. With her gaze still fixed on his, she sensually licked her palm and slid her wet hand to grip around his already hard cock, pumping it slowly.
"There are plenty of ways to put this energy to use." she purred, still working him out underneath.
Eddie closed his eyes, feeling how good she was in giving him a hand job as he silently prayed for strength. He opened them again and immediately regretted that choice. Seeing her biting her lips, and raising her brows like asking for confirmation if they're going to do it or not.
He weighed his options like a man at war. Her parents are waiting for him to go back downstairs to help. Izzy saw his restraint and contemplation.
"Wow," she said, tapping her fingers against his chest. "You really have to fight it, big guy?" her thumb drawing circles on the tip of his cock, leaking with his pre cum.
Eddie groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder for a second, fully aware of his own weakness. She brushed her fingers up into his hair, knowing very well that it was a way of getting him to submit to her.
"Come on, big guy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
God. He wanted to. His hips were automatically bucking towards her entrance but he stopped. Eddie shook his head, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her grip away from his cock. Pushing himself up from her, and walking towards her closet, with his cock still hard and aching.
Her eyes were wide. What did just happen?
"The fuck was that?!" She yelled.
Eddie did not flinch and pretended he didn't hear anything as he slipped on his fresh clothes. Ignoring the whining woman on the bed.
"Baby let's get you downstairs before I make a terrible decision." he muttered in defeat, adjusting his stance in discomfort around his pants as he reached his hand out to Izzy.
"You owe me one, Brock." she grabbed his hand, pulling herself up from bed and rolled her eyes at him.
It was worse than he thought.
Worse than the blue balls he painstakingly shook off...
The second the cars pull up infront of the mansion's driveway, Izzy's little cousins bolted through the main door and tackled Eddie to the ground, climbing onto him like human jungle gym, screaming his name, demanding attention. He took it in stride, tossing one over his shoulder playfully while another clung to his arm, laughing through the overwhelming energy of it all.
Wrangling the gremlins were added to his list of responsibilities that day.
The backyard was now filled with family members. One table designated for Mrs. Knight and the infamous aunties, talking about everything they set their eyes on. The uncles gathered near the cooler, exchanging beers, Mr. Knight laughing at something one of them said.
Izzy finally emerged, after getting ready, slipping beside Eddie and helped him out with the kids. They worked together instinctively because they had been doing this for years. Eddie watched her unapologetically play roughly with one of the kids, looking like he's always been that helplessly in love with her, completely forgetting he's still, technically, engaged.
That was when the murmurs started.
Nothing escapes the sharp eyes of the aunties. They wondered why a young woman like Izzy who was vibrant, beautiful, and charming had not yet settled down whereas Eddie, her best friend, is already to be married to Anne. When the perfect opportunity arrived aka when Eddie had found himself taking over the grill once again and momentarily separated from their rowdy niece, the aunties hovered like seasoned interrogators.

(Face card reference for Izzy's Aunts)
The meat wasn't the only thing getting grilled today.
"Leave my sweet boy alone." Mrs. Knight hummed towards the aunties from her seat on the table as if she was expecting the vultures to feast on the carcass that is Eddie Brock.
He looked up and found three pairs of pair of eyes sizing him up which he found so uncomfortable so lifted a piece of cooked meat using his tongs from the grill.
"Uh... would you like some steaâ"
Aunt Samantha, the oldest sister of Mr. Knight, who refused to have kids of her own, touched his biceps and said, "Where is Isobel? Why isn't she helping you?"
Eddie looked around and saw that the little cousins were back to bothering their respective dads, and Izzy slipped somewhere again. Probably evading her responsibilities once more. He was internally screaming at her again for leaving him alone to deal with her dad's sisters.
"Oh please. That girl has been making Eddie do all the work." Aunt Claire scoffed, taking a sip of her martini, and continued, "I'd say you even the score, Eddie. Make her do all the dishes later."
The youngest one, Aunt Beth, with her usual no bullshit tone said, "It's not like Brock here was forced to do all that. He's been willingly suffering for her for years."
Eddie would take police interrogations and public scrunity over this any day. He was suffering and his Knight was nowhere to be found. It feels like Izzy's three split personalities has morphed into their own beings.
"The problem," Samantha began, dragging her fingers lightly down Eddieâs bicep as if that were part of the discussion, making the young man shiver inwardly, "is that youâve ruined our dear Izzy for other men."
"Excuse me?" Eddie blinked, genuinely thrown off.
Claire sighed dramatically, swishing her drink. "Itâs true. That girl hardly entertains suitors these days. And why? Because you set the bar too high, Brock."
Eddie glanced toward the house instinctively, as if Izzy was going to magically appear and take over this conversation.
Surprise surprise. She didnât.
Bethâs gaze remained unflinching. "So tell us, Brock. What exactly did you do to our niece to make her so unimpressed by every other man?"
Eddie did not have a proper answer to that. Instead, he did what any smart man would do: he focused on the fire, flipping a steak with just enough force to pretend he wasnât feeling the weight of their words.
"You ladies really like stirring the pot, huh?" he muttered nervously, shaking his head.
"We donât just stir, darling. We set the whole damn kitchen on fire." Aunt Sam said.
"I'd hate to be the guy to compete with you, Eddie." The ever-competitive Aunt Claire pointed out.
Beth raised an eyebrow, watching how the young man was painfully tensed at the conversation. "They're fucking." she blatantly said without any reservations.
Every single person within earshot, all of them, including the two other aunties, Mrs. Knight, and Eddie snapped their heads towards her with their jaws slack.
"Beth!" Mrs. Knight hissed, putting her drink down at the table.
"What? It's obvious. They're having a good fuck. Right, loverboy?" Aunt beth smirked, tipping her beer bottle to cheers.
Suddenly, Eddie just wants to be buried alive right then and there considering how he just felt his soul left his body. He would happily dig up his own grave. "We're notâ" he scrambled for an answer, but Claire was already waving her hands towards her sister in exasperation.
"Beth, we donât just say those things out loud!"
Samantha, thoroughly entertained, raised her brows and tightened her grip on Eddie's arms. "I mean, sheâs not wrong. That's the great thing about youth." Turning her face to look at the young man, "It's alright, honey. Fuck our niece's brains out as you please. Fuck her real good." And winked at him.
Oh dear god.
He's heard of the word fuck too much today and he doesn't expect it to come from Izzy's aunts.
When he had a moment to compose himself, he finally found his voice, throwing his tongs onto the table beside the grill. "Okay. No. Thatâs not whatâs happening."
"I didn't peg you for a liar, Brock." Beth scoffed, not buying it.
Mrs. Knight was equally mortified as her honorary son was. She stood up from the table, walked towards the grill, taking the tongs from her son's hand and gestures him to go away and save himself.
"Sweetheart, go inside before you pass out from all this grilling." she said, trying to diffuse what's left of the situation.
Eddie sighed in relief, and muttered a quick 'thank you' before beelined straight to the kitchen. He had to gulp down a cold glass of water after that uncomfortable (understatement of the year) conversation. What the hell was that? He thought as he leaned against the kitchen counter, letting out an exhausted sigh.
He looked up when he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. It was Izzy. In a fresh set of clothes, and hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. She paused the moment she set her eyes on him. "Here I thought I was in hell having to scrub off some gremlin puke off me." she said, eyeing him. "You look worse. What happened?"
"Your aunts."
Eddie did not need to explain more. Izzy was caught up and laughed. He narrowed his gaze at her, annoyed as to why she's laughing at his sufferings and said, "They think Iâve set the bar so high that you refuse to settle for anyone else," he muttered, rubbing his face. "And then Beth decided to announce to the entire family that weâre screwing."
She stared at him.
Then she burst out laughing.
A full, unrestrained, gleeful laugh that Eddie could only hear whenever he suffers like her own personal entertainment. He glared at her with his arms crossed but it only made her laugh harder.
"Youâ" Izzy gasped, trying yet failing to recover, "you got grilled by the aunties and Beth just said that?"
"Without a doubt she did."
"And what did you do?" Izzy wiped at her eyes all watery from laughing.
"What do you think I did?" He huffed, gesturing vaguely toward the backyard. "Your mom saved me before I could die on the spot."
She looked at him at horror now. Their dirty little secret was slowly getting exposed to the people around them. Her mind was already working on possible pre-emptive strike or retaliation to troubleshoot this mess. They strategized in the kitchen like people going back to the war zone at the backyard. Her plan was simple, Eddie should settle down and eat at their own table, while Izzy brings out the big gunsâher dad.
Eddie watched the scene unfold while he tries to focus on scooping the sides on his plate, and instinctly, one for Izzy as well as he watched her strut past her aunties with that signature smirk of hers, one that practically screamed 'watch this'.
"Oh what is she going to do now?" Aunt Claire said while the three of them squinted their eyes at Izzy. Her mom, on the other hand, just shook her head, already knowing what's going to happen.
Settling down their curated plates on the table, Eddie witnessed the moment she reached her dad, she had leaned in, whispered something conspiratorial into his ear, and just like that, the old manâs grip on his beer tightened. She even paused and pulled back to pout at her dad like she suffered so much in life. He can't believe her dad was even buying this. Not long after, Mr. Knight got up from the uncle's table and walked towards his sister's. His daughter, on the other hand, looked smug sitting down beside him.
He was just about to ask Izzy what did she do until he heard her dad scolding his sisters about talking nonsense and leaving his daughter alone. Again, Eddie barely had time to process the absurdity of it all when he saw Izzy happy munching on a cob of corn from his plate, feeling smug that her aunties wouldn't bother her anytime soon.
While being lectured by Mr. Knight, Samantha rolled her eyes, Claire kept justifying their grilling, and Beth was having a stare down with Izzy like she was saying she knew she was right and they could pretend all they want.
Unable to question the head of the family's final verdict, the aunties had no choice but to obey. Izzy's dad wasnât having any of it. "I donât wanna hear another damn word about my kidâs business," he declared, his tone final. "You women have better things to talk about."
Eddie, still stunned by the efficiency of Izzyâs maneuver, slowly turned his head toward her. "You justâ" Eddie gestured vaguely toward her father, who had successfully shut down the grilling session. "That's cheating, Knight."
Izzy shrugged, already halfway through the ribs on her plate and licking some sauce off her thumb. "Itâs called strategy, Brock. As if they didn't expect what's coming. You should know."
Yeah. He should've known.
That's how Eddie survived this year's chaotic barbecue.
-
After the Knightmares had gone home, Eddie was left to do all the grunt work again. Izzy may be just inside the vicinity of the mansion but she does escape a lot. Mrs. Knight was carefully placing back her treasured pieces of plates to its designated closet while Mr. Knight was already snoring his usual armchair in the living room. Eddie finally found her outside, leaning against the porch railing, a cigar between her fingers.
He paused, watching her for a beat, before stepping up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.
"You smoking now?" he muttered against her hair, eyebrows furrowing as she blew a slow stream of smoke to the side.
She tilted her head, giving him a lazy grin. "Beth gave it to me before she left. Told me it was the best vice there is."
Eddie pressed his chin against her shoulder, watching the way the smoke curled into the air. "And?"
"I donât think so."
She turned in his hold, facing him now. He glanced over his shoulder instinctively, scanning the doorway, checking for any sign of movement inside the house. They had managed to evade scrutiny for now, but after the day they had? He wasnât ready to risk another round of grilling.
"You ever tried anything else?" he asked, studying her. "Any vices I donât know about?"
Izzy hummed, exhaling the last of the smoke, flicking the cigar onto the steps before pressing closer against him.
"I donât need another one," she murmured, a slow smile curling at the edges of her lips as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain. She reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw. "Iâve already got the best one," she whispered.
"You."
And then she kissed him.
Eddie barely had time to process it before his hands found their place on her waist, pulling her closer, the weight of the day dissolving into the press of her lips. He didnât know how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other, only that time had slowed enough to make it impossible to care.
Izzyâs hands had found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, demanding for more. He had one arm curled around her waist, the other braced against the railing, keeping her stable. Her lips tasted like beer and faint cigar smoke, but she, herself, was intoxicating enough.
He thought about the years he spent pretending this was just another fleeting moment for them.
He also thought about every line they had drawn between them including every excuse, dismissal, and half-hearted attempt to pretend this didnât mean something. All of that felt like it had been obliterated the second her lips touched his.
Right now, all he knew was that the woman he loved was in his arms, pulled close against him, her hands in his hair, both of them melting into each other.
Then it slipped from her mouth.
Between kisses and breaths, she said,
"Hmm.. I love you.."
It felt like a giant boulder had crushed them. Both of them halted in their kiss, their lips still brushing against each other, his hands tightening instinctively on her waist. Izzy stilled too, eyes fluttering open just slightly, because she hadnât even meant to say it, but her damn feelings were all over the place and she can barely hold it together.
She didnât move away. Instead, she lingered, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. His eyes slowly creased with a smirk forming in his lips. Izzy knew he was about to be a pompous ass any second now.
"You wanna say that again, Knight?"
She deadpanned him. "No. That's all you get."
He stole a quick peck, caging her. "Come on baby." Another kiss on her cheek. "Say it again." Then another one on her other cheek. "I said it twice."
Izzy squinted at him, pretending to look bored, but Eddie saw the way her lips twitched and how she was trying way too hard not to smile. Because she definitely loves the hell out of him.
"You're not going to budge? Fine. I'll kiss you again until I hear it." Eddie grinned, leaning into her and capturing her lips once more for a deep kiss. Izzy let out a muffled laugh against his lips, shaking her head, thinking about how silly they both are.
If this was going to be her everyday, she would die happily with crows feet on the outer corner of her eyes.
"Fine.. mmm.. i love you, Eddie." she muttered between kisses, but she wasnât stopping him.
He smirked against her mouth. "Good girl."
Izzy groaned dramatically, tilting her head back completely annoyed at his answer, only for Eddie to take full advantage and pepper another kiss along her jaw and neck. They seem to forgot that they were on a public space. On the Mansion's front porch which was accessible to anyone still awake. Oh they did forget until...
GASP.
They both quickly turned to see her mom standing a feet away from them. Her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide in shock. Her daughter was wrapped around the arms of her supposed 'son' and his lips were on her neck. This was definitely NOT a sibling dynamic.
But Eddie was on cloud nine. He didn't care. Fully drunk on Izzy's magical words. He turned casually, arms still wrapped around her daughter and with zero shame in his expression, and said,
"Oh, hey, Mrs. Knight! Your daughter just confessed that she loves me."
Izzy jerked her head toward him immediately, horrified.
"You IDIOT!" she hissed, smacking his arm.
Boy, Eddie did not care since he was still riding the high of what had just happened, failing to recognize that he had just signed his own death warrant.
Mrs. Knight pointed at them both voice sharp. "Inside! Now!"
And they both straightened up and walked inside the living room where the even bigger gun was snoring. While walking inside, Eddie chuckled and said, "Guess the secretâs out, huh?"
Izzy glared at him, fully ready to strangle him, before groaning as she dragged a hand down her face. She wasn't planning on coming out to her parents today. She could barely process her own feelings.
For a good five minutes, they sat there. In a couch near the armchair where her dad was peacefully sleeping. Her mom paced in front of them, her mind boggled with all the questions and the fact that her sister-in-laws were right. Sensing the tension, Eddie the menace, has decided to speak up first.
"Mrs. Knight," he started, attempting to charm the older woman, "before you say anythingâ"
"Oh, Iâm gonna say a lot, Eddie Brock," she snapped. She was on full name basis now. "Starting with how long has this been going on?!"
Her daughter groaned, throwing her back to sink on the couch, rubbing her temples like she was about to endure the worst lecture of her life while covering her face with a throw pillow. She refuses to meet her mom's eyes.
While Eddie was enjoying every second of it.
"Depends on what you mean by âthis.â If you mean the actual confession, that happened, oh, about five minutes ago."
Making Izzy smack his head using the throw pillow she's been using to shield her face.
Mrs. Knight was not amused, and narrowed her eyes on them. "And before that?"
Izzy was silently praying to every known god that Eddie would be smart enough to lie. Please let him have functioning brain just for this second. Please God. Please.
"Oh, years."
"EDDIE!" Izzy yelled and launched the pillow at his face.
Oh my. Beth was right.
"You mean to tell me," her mom muttered, voice dangerously calm, "that I have been living with this under my roof?"
"If it helps, Mrs. Knight, youâve been an excellent mother-in-law this whole time."
The older woman was too stunned to speak, just looking at them like they had the audacity to be this calm. Meanwhile, Isobel just wanted to throw herself out of the window when her dad stirred on his chair, awakened by the noise around him.
Good fucking luck, Eddie Brock.
He was still alive. But it was 2AM and Eddie Brock was driving back to his apartment using Mr. Knight's pick up truck.
The old man's terms were simple. He is not about to stay there and continue their affair, not until he settles everything with Anne because the former military man refuses to have his one and only beloved daughter become a professional mistress. By all means, he had to do it right.
And that also means, properly ending things with his Anne. The woman he also loved.
Eddie halted the truck on his usual parking space just infront of their apartment building. He looked up the windows and saw that the lights were off. She was probably asleep. It was the third night since she invited Carl over, and the place has never felt more distant to his heart. He lived here for years, yet for some reason, it felt like it wasn't his home anymore.
Before he drove there, he finally checked her messages. Anne sent a lot. From guilty, longing, begging, to disbelief, anger, disgust, curses, all range of emotions he would considered as valid. He did cheat on her. That was a piece of history he could never change. Until he saw her last message that she sent a couple of hours before he came back to their apartmentâAnne sent his father away and wanting him to come home so they could talk. Properly.
He used his keys to enter their shared space. It was clean, though some of his father's empty beer bottles have been evidently piled around the trash bin, it did not look like Anne messed up the place. His legs moved to check their bedroom, there she was just as he predicted, sleeping.
Choosing her, stopping his affair with his best friend, and just proceeding with his life like nothing happened was surely the easy way out.
But easy does not necessarily mean happy.
He could've married her in a couple of months since all wedding preparations have been settled and paid for. The invitations were already sent months ago. Catering, flowers, cake, his tuxedo, her wedding dress, the wedding ringsâall are ready to go. Stable and convenient. Eddie imagined it all happening and in every scenario, it ends up with him being miserable and longing for the same person he'd always wanted his entire life.
"Annie." He brushed his hands softly along her arms, waking her up.
Her eyes squinted, seeing his blurry figure at first. Blinking a few more times later, she realized her fiancé was there. In the flesh. Standing beside their bed.
"You're home." she faintly called out, smiling.
"No, Annie." he gently shook his head, returning the faint smile. "I'm here to make things right... and apologize."
Eddie did love her. He made that clear when they started talking like proper adults in their dining table over a cup of coffee. Neither of them would be sleeping anytime soon anyway and this conversation has been long overdue. Anne was a smart woman. A lawyer.
She already knew she lost this case.
Still, that did not stop her from asking all the questions that has been running through her mind. Was the problem her? Was it something she did that pushed him to cheat? Was he ever truly there? And he answered that straight up. He did not try to defend himself nor justify what he did.
"I love her, Annie. The biggest mistake I have ever done was not to fight for it. Dragged you into this mess when I knew she was still lingering somewhere in my mind." Eddie said, not looking at her. "I know what I did what unforgivable. I don't expect anything from you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry I hurt you."
Anne knew that for the first time in months, Eddie Brock was being honest with her. But that does not change the fact that her heart is shattered into pieces she had no idea how to rebuild. She was made a fool by the man she loved and she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
Honesty was the least that he could do for ruining everything between them.
She made sure he knew how deeply it hurt her. How she sleeps every night dreaming that things were finally okay between them. How she dreams of marrying him and waking up with a sharp stabbing pain in her chest. How she dreamt that the reality she was in was just a nightmare she just woke up in.
How the existence of Isobel Knight had put her intro shreds.
"Do you know whatâs worse than catching you in a lie, Eddie?" she muttered coldly. "Whenever I close my eyes, I will always remember how you lived in it. I would remember how you stood next to me every day like you werenât thinking about someone else the second I looked away."
Anne finally stood.
"Tell me honestly," she muttered, crossing her arms, standing right in front of him, "was it ever going to be me, Eddie?"
Eddie looked up to her with his jaw tight, his pulse thrumming at her question. She shook her head and scoffed, watching him fail to answer immediately.
"Give me the truth, Eddie. Everything is broken anyway."
He exhaled hard, swallowed, and said,
"No."
Anne nodded in defeat, pursing her lips as she held back her tears but failed anyway. She cried. And that was the moment Eddie felt every ounce of her heartbreak, because for all the time he had spent pretending, for all the months of carefully balancing the lie, it all came down to this.
It was done.
"Thatâs all I needed to hear." she said, wiping her tears away.
When Eddie left that night, Izzy had a long talk with her parents. It was not your typical "who's the lucky man our daughter had chosen?" conversation since they knew the guy she loved.
For the hundredth time, they raised him.
Skipping all the getting to know part and whether or not they liked the man, and straight to "Are you serious?" , "Have you two lost your goddamn minds?!" , "When are you planning to tell us?" , "Did you realize that he was in a committed relationship before you started another one of your madness, Isobel?!".
Her parents rarely yelled nor scolded her despite the well-known fact that she's an instigator. They brushed it off sometimes as her being bored as an only child, or being raised too comfortably that's why she had to seek out trouble. However, this wasn't a mere prank on someone like egging their windshields or wrapping their house in toilet paper... Their daughter whom they loved so much was a mistress. What Izzy did not realize until then was how it broke both of her parent's heart to know she did such an awful thing.
And Izzy apologized. Climbed on her parent's bed and hugged the both of them, sobbing her heart out. Not just play pouting to get her way, but a genuine cry. Feeling sorry for disappointing them because of her choices, but she made it clear that she truly loves Eddie. She loved him so much and hoped that they would see past what they did, stating that more than anyone else, she only needed their approval.
Of course, Mr. Knight was the first one to say yes. He only wanted his little girl to be happy, and Eddie makes her more than just that. Her mom followed, saying she was honestly starting to worry when her aunties expressed how her daughter can barely maintain a guy. As any mothers would think, she worried that when the time comes that they are no longer in this world, she'd have no one.
Despite her mom's initial reaction, she was relieved that Eddie would always take care of her daughter.
Izzy's parents saw them grow up together, cry together, fight each other, study, play, laugh, make jokes, be each other's confidante, and love each other in a way that's pure and burning brightly.
Not long after, they heard the familiar hum of her dad's truck from the driveway as he pulled up in front of the mansion. Eddie killed the engine, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he stepped out of the truck. All of his things were stuffed at the back. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, but there was a quiet determination in the way he stepped forward.
The front door creaked open before he even had the chance to be near it. Izzy ran from her parents' room and stepped out, her messy hair tied back with exhaustion evident under her eyes but it was nothing to the breathless relief that washed over her face when she saw him a few steps down.
âHey, Knight,â he said. âCan I crash here tonight? If youâll take me.â
This dumbass.
She just let out an incredulous laugh, tears forming in her eyes as she shook her head. Then, without warning, she bolted down the steps toward him in her bare feet.
âIdiot,â she murmured through a chuckle as she threw herself into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist like they had countless times before. Eddie stumbled slightly but caught her with ease, his arms anchoring her against him, naturally kissing her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and the familiar warmth of her body against his felt like home.
Eddie Brock.
Izzy cupped his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing the rough stubble on his jaw. She looked at him like he was the only person in the world. Then, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. Eddie responded instantly, his hand lifted her up higher as he held her closer.
This was it.
They're not just best friends anymore.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, Izzy couldnât help the mischievous smile that curved her lips. âSorry, Brock. The house is full tonight.â
Eddie arched an eyebrow, his smile mirroring hers. âYeah? Whyâs that?â
âBecause,â she said, her voice dropping to a playful whisper as she leaned in, âsome idiot just happened to finally use his brain, and heâll be staying there.â
He let out a surprised laugh, his grin spreading wide as he shook his head. âSounds like a pain in the ass.â
âOh, buddy. You have no idea,â Izzy teased and kissed him again.
Unbeknownst to them, her parents stood by their bedroom window upstairs, watching the scene unfold. Her dad muttered something about not wanting to see that, while her mom swatted his arm, a knowing smile on her face. âLet them be,â she whispered. âItâs been a long time coming.â
A/N: YOU STILL THERE? YOU HAPPY NOW? đ cuz I am and idk if its bc they finally said it after fucking 100x or its because the next chapter wraps it all up. đ my messages are open for questions and everything under the sun. I seriously don't want to let go of them but every beginning has its end. Can't make a slow burn material with regards to the fucking but emotionally, it was a very very long ride. đ Let's see our babies in a short 3-part (here we go again with the false promises, then it becomes more đ) prequel (or bits of sequel) of DWAH soon! đ©â€ïž my heart is so full. THANK YOU ALL!
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Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while nowâŠ
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this time around (lee felix) | one shot.
âsummary: life decides it's finally the right time.
âpairing:Â lee felix x f. reader
âgenre: (18+)Â exes to lovers |Â fluff, smut
âword count:Â 3.9k
âcontent/warnings: blue haired felix đźâđš, cussing/mature language, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex - but not super descriptive!!, lots of kisses and intimate/sweet moments, use of pet names: baby/angel/love, ocâs friend also uses âbabyâ in a platonic way, quickly edited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

âINSPIRED BY: LOVE ME AGAIN - V

Itâs funny how life works.
Especially when youâre sitting at this wedding, sipping on another glass of rosĂ©â staring at the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you.Â
Then, itâs also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, just not the right time.
âGirl, can you go and do something? He keeps looking at you. And donât tell me he isnât because I can see that blue head from miles away.â One of your bestfriends since college said. He nudges your arm, making you almost choke on the sip you just took.
âNo, Reggie!â You almost whine, turning towards him. âItâs been so long, I donât even know what Iâd say to him.â
âOkay, but baby, he looks like heâs dying to talk to you. Poor Felix. Y/N always playing her goddamn games.â
âQuit it.â You nudge him back and he snorts.
âIâm kidding. But seriously, he looks like he wants to talk to you. Who cares if itâs been so long? Iâm sure the conversation will flow perfectly. Give it a chance.â He takes a sip of his own cocktail. âBesides, if I remember correctly, you were head over heels for that man just as he was for you.â You sigh, setting your glass downâ quickly reminiscing about the past.
You might have been young, and you may not have experienced everything life had to offer yet; but to say Felix was the love of your life would be an understatement.
He was everything to you.
Love, adoration, fun.Â
Sweetness.
He was also sadness, anger, hurt.Â
Pain.
Everything that entails love; being so, so in love.
And itâs just unfortunate that it wasnât the right time because Felix was someone you pictured your life with. Everything about the relationship was right, and equally balanced. He showed you just how much he loved you and how much he adored you. You had more good times than bad with him. He taught you how to communicate better, to express your needs and wants, to enjoy life and live in the present moment.
He taught you so much that he really is part of the reason why youâre the person you are today.
After the three years of dating, Felix was graduating college and you were going into your senior year. Understandably, you felt like you needed to experience your last year by yourself, and you felt like Felix needed to figure out his plans moving forward. As much as you loved the way he factored you into every decision, you felt like it was wrong for him to do soâ for him to feel like his life revolved solely around you. And of course, you loved him. This wouldâve worked. But, it wouldnât have felt right.
You needed to find yourself without Felix, and vice versa.Â
Breaking up with Felix was probably the hardest thing youâve ever had to do, but he understood. And because he loved you, he let you go. There was no bad blood, no hint of hate or anger; Felix had only left with more love and hope, praying that youâll be okay.
Maybe one day, youâll find your way back to each other.
Itâs funny how life works.
âIâm not going to force it. Iâll let it happen if it happens.â You look at Reggie, taking another big sip of your rosĂ©; eyes quickly glancing over to Felix from over the glass. Heâs still conversing with a few mutual friends, eyes meeting yours from a distance. His eyes are soft, facial expression slightly unreadable.Â
Pressed, crisp black button down with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Silver watch adorning the left wrist, slacks sitting nicely on his frame.
Youâre sure of the butterflies you feel. Itâs crazy how Felix still has this effect on you.Â
You clear your throat and revert your attention back to Reggie with a: âCan we go dance?â
âNow youâre talking.â Reggie laughs, grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor for a dance with other friends. The majority of the time youâre on the dance floor, youâve temporarily pushed your thoughts and feelings away to enjoy being around friends you havenât been able to hang out with or see in quite some time. Youâre enjoying yourself, singing and dancing along to the music blasting in the venue. At one point, you donât realize that Felix and his friends have joined in, creating one huge crowd in the middle of the dance floor thatâs become the life of the party.Â
âHey, Iâm gonna go to the bathroom and get some air. Iâll be back in a few.â You say in Reggieâs ear. He nods, throwing up the âokayâ sign to acknowledge that he understood you through the loud music.
âYou need me to come babysit your ass?â He leans near your ear to quickly ask.
âIâll be fine!â You laugh, rushing off to the bathroom to relieve yourself from all that rosĂ©. You take a couple of moments to freshen up and pat away at your makeup, hoping to keep it together for the remainder of the night. You fluff your hair a bit before giving yourself one last look before walking out and heading towards the back end of the hotel.
Itâs a beautiful night tonightâ one where the stars are twinkling brightly above, dotted throughout the night sky and circling around the full moon. Thereâs a faint breeze that feels awfully good on your skin right now, the waves crashing against the surface just right below the hill where the hotel sits.Â
âHey.â A familiar, deep voice comes from behind you. You fiddle with your fingers a bit, bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth as you turn and come face to face with Felixâ eyes completely fixed on the one man whom youâve always loved; the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you. âIâm sorry, I just came outside to make sure you were okay. But, I guess I shouldâve figured it was since Reggie was stillââ Felix shakes his head and lets out an embarrassed chuckle. âNevermind. Sorry.â
âNo, itâs okay. Thank you for checking. Iââ You lazily point at the sky. âI just needed some air. Was getting really hot in there.â
âYeah it was.â He laughs a bit. âYou sure youâre doing okay? Do you need me to get you water or anything?â Typical Felix, you think. Heâs still the same. Everything about him has remained unchanged.
âIâm okay, Felix. Thank you.â You respond softly. âItâs nice to see you.â He digs his hands into his pockets, head tilting to the side.
âItâs nice to see you, too. Itâs been so long.â He smiles. Heâs the first to step forward and envelope you in a hug, taking in his scent as you hug him back. Oddly enough, everything feels the same. Felixâs hugs have always been the best, and part of you hates having to part once the moment is over. âYou look amazing, Y/N.â
âYou do, too.â You point at his hair. âThough, I have to say the blue hair was a surprise?â He laughs and nods.
âUh yeah, was kinda a bet with some of my friends.â
âIt looks good though, you pull it off well.âÂ
âThank you.â He licks his lips before nodding towards the bench further down the path. âDo you wanna catch up?â He pauses. âI-I mean itâs fine if you wanna get back to the party, totally understand. I just thought we could kill two birds with one stone andââ
âIâd love to.â You cut him off with a sweet smile, letting Felix lead the way to the bench.Â
And so here you are, sitting side by side with Felixâ enjoying the night while the music continues to play in the background. You start by telling Felix what youâve been up to all these years, how your parents have been, living life in the city. Felix says heâs been in and out of the city, traveling back and forth between Australia to hang out with family in between work. You share lots of laughs when you update each other about family and their whereabouts, reminiscing about the times when your families would have lots of fun together. The both of you also talk about how itâs been awhile since everyoneâs been under the same roof, but itâs a nice occasion to be together. Then, somehow, the conversation shifts to love and dating. You awkwardly tell Felix that you havenât really been in a serious relationship since graduation. Youâve dated around, but nothing felt right.
Nothing felt equally balanced, or like it was meant to be.
But, itâs okay. You reassure him youâve been okay focusing on you and doing your own thing. In time, youâll welcome whatever is meant to be in your life. And Felix tells you heâs glad to hear thatâ that heâs also dated around but things just didnât feel right, either.
âY/N.â He calls for you as he looks out, then shifts his attention back to you. âAre you happy?â He looks at you, really looks at you, and he doesnât take his eyes off of you. Almost like heâs doing his best to read you, to find the answer deep within your orbs, your body language.
âI guess so, yeah.â You softly smile at him before looking at the view. âAre you?â He shrugs a bit.
âYeah. Think so.â He licks his lips and lets out a small breath. âAs long as youâre happy, then thatâs all that matters to me.â
âThanks, Lix.â Thereâs a comfortable silence that falls between you two after that conversation. But, something shifts in the air; shifts enough to the point where you feel Felixâs eyes rest back on you from your peripherals. The sudden tension could be felt from miles away, but youâre not sure how to act on it. The simplest thing you could do isâ
âIâm sorry, is there something on my face?â You break the silence and ask, a bit confused as to why Felix just keeps looking at you, staring; fixed. He lets out a small laugh before shaking his head.
âNo, there isnât. I justââ He pauses. âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N. Always been. I canât help it.â He says, eyes softening again as he settles on your features. He gently brushes the hair away from your face, thumb trailing down to your cheek to caress the surface. You lean into his touch a little more, having to pull away when you realize the reality of this all.
Itâs funny how life works.
âYou know.. I think Iâm gonna call it a night.â You shyly chuckle and look down at your lap, hands awkwardly rubbing away at the fabric of your dress as you let the excuse linger in the air for a second. âI didnât realize how exhausted I was after all that dancing and singing.â Felix chuckles. He feels a little embarrassed, but he also dug himself into this one. He shouldnât have reached out so quickly. He couldnât help it.
âDo you need me to drive you anywhere?â
âNo, I rented out a room for the night solely for this reason.â You stand with Felix following suit.
âLet me walk you to your room then?â
âOh, you really donât have to Lix. Iâll be okay.â He smiles hearing the nickname roll off your tongue.
âI want to.â You look at him with a small smile and nod.
âOkay. I just need to grab my things.â He follows behind, keeping a safe distance just to keep you comfortableâ not knowing that youâd rather have him close than far away.
Inside, everyone is still keeping up the energy except for a few that have either left, or decided to sit down for the remainder of the night. Reggie is drinking water at your table, and he canât help but throw a certain look your way when he sees you walking in with Felix following right behind you. You catch on though, and you simply shrug while Felix returns to his friends to let them know heâs heading out.
âOkay so.. what exactly is happening here? Miss âItâs been so long, I donât even know what Iâd say to him.ââ You roll your eyes and grab your things.
âIâm heading up to my room. Felix is just walking me there.â
âWalking you all the way up to the second floor? Goodness me.â You laugh and shake your head.Â
âYou should get to yours soon, too.â
âMhm, I want a progress report tomorrow morning.â He puckers his lips before eyeing you up and down.Â
âStop it.â You glare at him. âI love you, goodnight.â You simply tell him before turning on your heel to bid your other friends goodbye, along with the bride and groom.
âGet it girl, I love you too!â You hear him respond just as you continue your goodbyeâs until youâre near the entrance, with Felix waiting right outside the doors in the hallway.Â
âHope youâre ready for a good long trip up to the second floor.â Felix laughs.
âYeah, sounds pretty exhausting, honestly. Itâs been a night.â
âIt has, but I had lots of fun.â
âI did too.â He steps inside the elevator after you, leaning back against the railing. He eyes your figure, the way the dress hugs your curves nicely, heels strapped around your ankles. Youâve always been so beautiful; everything about you, inside and out. You can see the way Felix is focused on you through his reflection on the elevator doors in front of you, and it makes your heart do flips.
Because he does that thing he always doesâ when he tilts his head at a certain angle just to see you, read you, perfectly. Knowing youâll meet his eyes at some point just for him to pull you in closer.
To plant a kiss on your lips,
Down to your jaw,
Collarboneâ
âY/N, is this not your floor?â Felix asks, breaking you out of your thoughts when you realize heâs holding the elevator doors open.
âOh, right. Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a bit.â He lets out a tiny laugh as he watches you walk down the hallway, turning right at the end to get to the second door. You tap your hotel key against the reader, hand twisting the handle to unlock the door. Before you can open it fully, you turn back to Felixâ seeing him quietly standing there with his hands dug into his pockets. âThis is me. Thanks for walking me to my room, Lix.â
âCourse. I guess Iâll let you be.â He smiles toothlessly at you. Your inner dialogue is conflicted right now, wondering if you should just let him be and let this end right where it isâ
While the other half is yearning to keep him around, to have his company, to just be with him even after all these years.
âHave a good night, pretty girl.â He continues, hoping that he really doesnât have to part with you right now. Heâs not gonna force it though, and heâs not gonna say anything elseâ even though he feels like he has a lot more to say to you tonight. Maybe this is how it was meant to be after all, which Felix will have to learn to put to rest if it truly ends this way.
But, before he can turn on his heel to walk away, you follow up with:
âActually, do you wanna just stay and hang out a bit more?â
âIf itâs not a bother.â
âNever. Sorry, I shouldâve asked earlier. I just didnât want to make it awkward or whatever.â
âCould never be that way with you, Y/N.â You chuckle, stepping in and letting Felix follow you in. You set your clutchbag onto the side table at the corner of the room, undoing your heels and setting them aside.Â
âGod, that feels amazing.â Felix laughs as he sits on the edge of your bed, watching as you get comfortable. âI canât wait to get comfortable. You have a room here, right?â
âMhm.â
âDo you wanna change and just come back here? I feel bad that Iâll be the only one getting comfortable.â He laughs a bit and shakes his head.
âIâm good for now. I promise.â He watches as you undo your necklace. âNeed help with your dress?â You look at him through the mirror as you set your necklace down onto the drawer and silently nod. âI got you.â He says, getting behind you to help you unzip your dress. Itâs something small, but so intimate and sweet.
And with Felix, it feels perfectly right. Even if years have passed. You never feel out of place with him, and he only feels like home to you.
He slowly unzips your dress, eyes trailing down as his hand falls down to the small of your back. You feel his breath tickle the back of your neck, body only inches away from yours as he keeps his position there.
âFelix.â You softly call his name, and he can tell. He just knows. He looks at you through the mirror, hand slowly wrapping around your waist.
âIs it weird to say that Iâve really missed you?â He says lowly as his eyes trail down your neck this time, fixed on the weak spot that he remembers so, so well.
âNo. Iâve missed you, too.â
âI mean it.â His fingers are fiddling with the strap of your dress. âWhen I saw you tonight, you were all I could think about. Not that anythingâs changed, butââ He lazily slips the strap down, letting it fall to the side as his finger traces a line up your arm; to the curve of your shoulder. âI just couldnât believe that I was finally seeing you again.â
âLix.â The way you breathily release his name from your lips tells him everything he needs to know. Youâve missed him too, youâve really, really missed him, too. And of course he feels the same way you doâ absolutely. If it wasnât for shit falling into place at the wrong time, Felix was sure that heâd still be loving you the way he was before.
No question.
Nothing has changed. The love heâs had for you will always mean more to him than anything in this world.
Felix still feels like love, adoration, fun.
Sweetness.
And if you let him, he would also feel like sadness, anger, hurt.
Pain.
Because Felix is love, and everything that love entails.Â
âMissed everything about you.â He says, planting a feathery kiss on your shoulders. âMissed the way you laugh.â Another kiss on your shoulder. âThe way you smile.â Another near the base of your neck. âJust you.â He says near your ear, reading your expression. You bite onto your bottom lip and finally turn to face him, his hand coming back up to rest on your cheek. âAlways been you, love.â His thumb is caressing the surface, giving you leverage to plant a kiss on the palm of his hand.
âAlways been.â You mutter back, allowing Felix to fully take youâall of youâ in this moment.Â
Sooner or later, your dress is on the floor while you continue to keep your lips pressed against Felixâs in the heat of the moment; afraid to break the kiss and create distance. You donât ever want Felix away from you again, no. You want him closeâ with you, for you, by you.Â
Just you.
He takes his time with you, letting his hands roam across every inch of your body while he takes you in and settles in between your thighs; pressing his pink, plump lips across your body like heâs soothing you, making up for the years that youâve lost.Â
Youâre tangled up in him, but you find that thereâs no other place that youâd rather be than here; giving Felix the freedom to love you, love on you, however he chooses to tonight. You trust him to take care of you because he always has, and he always will.
Itâs not long before your hands are gripping the sheets, repeatedly calling Felixâs name like a mantra. He praises you as he picks up the pace, pounding relentlessly to show his need for you. His lips graze the surface of your neck, collarbone, chest, whispering sweet nothings into your skin:
Missed everything about you.
So perfect for me, love.
So beautiful, so pretty.
Always been you.
All about you.
He continues, and continuesâ holding you close to his body while he tries to go slower, deeper; hitting all the right places that you like so much just to hear you, see you, writhe underneath him.Â
You.
Let me be yours.
âFuck, Lix. Iâm closeââ Is the only thing that youâre able to say as you feel the coil within you threatening to unravel. And he must feel it too with the way that his hips begin to stutter, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to hold on. He feels your walls completely tighten around him, pulsating as your face contorts in pleasure and a silent moan leaves your lips.Â
âBaby, where do you want meâ fuckâ Iâmââ Felix barely lets out. You reassure him that heâs okay to let go inside of you, and not a second passes before heâs painting your walls. His forehead falls onto yours just as the both of you come back down from your highs, focusing on regulating your breathing after the intense pleasure that washed over you. âAre you okay, angel? Youâre not hurt, are you?â He asks, close to a whisper. He kisses you lightly on the tip of your nose, before he seals one off on your lips. He holds it there for awhile before pulling back, realizing you still have yet to respond to him.
âIâm okay. Not hurt.â He nods.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â Felix takes his time cleaning you up and soothing you, helping you get washed up and ready for bed just before he leaves to do the same.
For a moment, you feel like everything is over. That maybe, that was the closure you needed to finally close off that chapter in your book. That maybe, that was it to Felix and youâd return to being [somewhat] strangers again. It makes you a little scared, a little anxious.
But, it all blows away when Felix comes back, dressed for bed just as he had said. He shuts off your lights and slips into the bed next to you, pulling the sheets up so that youâre comfortable.
âFor a second, I didnât think you were actually going to come back.â He lets out a small, breathy laugh as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush to his body.
âWhat, why not? Iâm here to stay, love. Not going anywhere.â
âEven when tomorrow comes?â
âEven when tomorrow comes.â He kisses the back of your head. âUnless, you have other plans already?â
âNo. Just you.â He chuckles.
âSounds like a plan to me.â You snuggle closer to him, allowing his warmth to completely envelope your body. Before you know it, youâve fallen into a deep sleep in Felixâs arms, and he does too. Even when the morning comes, you still find yourself wrapped around Felix and snuggled against his body, light kisses being pressed against your head when you wiggle in his arms.
Itâs funny how life works.
Because this time around, Felix is here, lying beside you; making things feel right, connected. Balanced. You shift in your position to look at him because this time around, youâre staring at the one man who, up until now, still means the entire universe to you.Â
Then, itâs also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, and this is finally the right time.
This time around.Â

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I stopped taking the birth controll pill 2 years ago and within a very short time I gained weight and my skincondition was going bad, even though I didn't change any of my habits. My hormones are going crazy. đźâđš Things are slowly getting better. Lost weight, skincondition better, but not as good as before. It annoys and unsettles me. I need someone to show me that I'm still beautiful and doesn't love me because of my appearance.
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Beautiful Right Now
Pairing: Hunter/Fem ReaderÂ
Word count:Â 3.2 KÂ
For my Follower event (Still open: closes February 27)
Tags/warnings:Â 18+ Content (minors DNI), smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, light body worship, doing it in front of a mirror, insecure reader, reader is plus sized, reader is also implied to be struggling with hormonal acne and skin changes
Summary: When youâre not the biggest fan of what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror, Hunter is there to remind you that youâre beautiful, right now and always.
Authors note:Â thank you so much for sending in this request. I really hope it brings you a smile or some joy. Canât believe this is my first time writing for Hunter. Heâs one of my favorites, but I also have this thing with my favourites where I convince myself that Iâm not going to do them justice so I just donât even try. So thank you for giving me the opportunity to do that.
âStop doing that.â
Picking at your skin is bad. You know this. You have had it drilled into your head about a dozen different ways as soon as the habit started to arise, and yet...
You still canât help but hope the annoyingly large spot of acne thatâs blossomed just beneath your bottom lip will turn into soft, unblemished skin if you keep picking away at it long enough.
âYouâre bleeding,â Hunter sighs, successfully pulling your hand away from your face.
Well...the fantasy you have of soft and unblemished skin, yet again, has been foiled.Â
He reaches into his pocket, producing a sheet of small Band-Aids that heâs gotten into the habit of carrying, gingerly smoothing one over the spot on your chin. They used to be for Omega, to cover up the small cuts and scrapes that small, excitable children always seem to be in the habit of acquiring. It makes you feel a bit silly knowing that now he mainly keeps them around because of your stupid, and yet every time so irresistibly tempting, urge to pick at your skin until itâs raw.Â
You watch him through the reflection of the mirror that you gaze into, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, restraining himself from lecturing you about bacteria and infection...again
He knows it wonât work, you think, and that almost is enough to pull your lips upward into a knowing smirk, before you catch sight of yourself once more and your expression quickly falters.Â
âThere,â he says, satisfied as he steps away. âAll better.â
You vaguely nod your head, not really paying attention. There you stand, in a dress that should be pretty, that your friends had assured you you looked pretty in, but now?
Now it only hugs too tightly to every single one of your curves. They are much more pronounced, you think, scrutinizing your stomach and hips with a critical expression, than they were two years ago.
Itâs not fair, you think, and you stifle the instinctive and childish urge to throw up your hands or stomp one of your feet, because this is better, or at least, it should be. You havenât been dealing with nearly as many breakouts as you had six months ago, and your curves, though still defined, had substantially evened out.
You still hated it though, and as your eyes sweep over your figure, the dress with its design of pretty flowers on it, the leg slip that you had initially thought was sexy, and the Band-Aid that now sticks out like a sore thumb on your chin, you really canât help the way that your shoulders begin to curl inward, your hands subconsciously sliding up the material, feeling along the curve of your stomach, unable to pull your eyes away from your reflection, your expression one of resignation and reluctant acceptance.
âHere.â Hunter is at your side once more, moving around behind you as he wraps a shawl around your shoulders, fingertips delicate as he does the button at the front. âThis harvest festival promises to be a warm one. But once the sun sets on Pabu, especially this time of year, a chill is quick to settle once night falls.â
âI wouldnât want to miss the fireworks,â you say quietly, trying to summon your prior excitement for this event, because really this was your first harvest fest, and you were looking forward to all these new experiences that you would get to share with Hunter and the rest of his family.  Besides, Wrecker was heavily involved in planning, and his enthusiasm for creating the perfect fireworks display for the festivities was abundant.
Hunter is quiet. His eyes, when yours flick up to peer at his reflection over your shoulder, are searching, the concerned furrow between his eyebrows seeming to deepen as if raising them any further will somehow give him the answer to what heâs looking for as he continues to fix you with an intent stare.
His eyes trail over your form, and a soft, almost inaudible âmmâ of understanding escapes his lips as he spies your hands, still interlaced protectively and stiffly held against your stomach. He steps forward until you can feel his warmth as he stands behind you, his back lightly pressing against your chest, fingers gentle but insistent as he lightly holds your chin.
âYou know you look beautiful,â he says, his brown eyes wide with that same captivating mix of enchantment and longing you had glimpsed within them when the two of you first had gotten together all that time ago. âYou know that, right?â
When all that gets from you is a noncommittal shrug, his frown deepens, and you can feel the soft exhale of his breath against your neck as he reaches around you, arms settling around your waist, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder. His hands, rough but warm, press against where yours are still interlaced in front of your stomach, and you canât help but lean back against him, a low, contented noise rumbling within his chest in response.
âYou know,â he says, his voice quiet, his breath whispering against your ear. âEver since me and my brothers settled down on Pabu, weâve all, uh, how should I put it, gained some extra padding?â
He glances down at himself, offering you a small, rueful grin, before you watch his face transform into something...vulnerable, almost fragile in its appearance, and for once he doesnât attempt to hide it. He doesnât reach up to distractedly fiddle with his hair or duck his face against the crook of your neck to disguise his true feelings. He just stands there letting you see it, unguarded and unmasked. This simple, open display of trust makes something inside you soften, turning your hands over to squeeze his.
âSometimes, I think about how we would have been shamed in front of a whole squadron of clones by our trainers if they could see how weâve lost our perfect soldier physique,â he says, and something about the tone of that statement causes you to frown, turning to face him as he holds you.
âWhat?â you ask, your eyes widening as your hands brush along his chest and his stomach, biting your lip in consternation. âBut you look healthy, Hunter. YouâreâŠyouâre beautiful.â
âAnd donât I know it,â he says with a boyish grin, giving you a playful tap on the nose as he dramatically flutters his eyelashes, causing you to giggle. âBut this isnât about me, meshâla. This is about you.â
He turns you back around to look at yourself in the mirror, his hands brushing along your sides, moving downward until they settle at your hips, the touch both familiar and appreciative.
âMy point is, youâre not the only one whoâs changed in terms of your appearance, and youâre not the only one who has moments of doubt whenever you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. But...â He runs a hand through his hair, quiet for a moment before continuing. âI wish you could show yourself the same amount of grace that you so easily show me.â
A pang shoots through you at that, and you glance down for a moment, eyes yet again settling on the material of your dress and the way it clings to your skin, accentuating all the parts of your body that you worry shouldnât be highlighted.
âBut donât youâŠâ You look up, meeting his gaze, momentarily hesitating, not wanting to speak the long-festering insecurity into existence by saying it out loud. âDonât you wish I looked more like the way I did before...â
You trail off, but the unspoken thought lingers like an unwanted and bitter taste in your mouth. Before changes in your medicationâs started messing with your hormones, before your skin had turned into what felt like a breeding ground for acne and breakouts, before your figure had begun to round and fill out, losing the much-coveted thin frame everyone seems to strive for.
âI think,â Hunter says slowly, and suddenly his hands are beneath the fabric of your dress, pushing it up until your hips and your stomach are exposed to him, caught in the reflection of the mirror.Â
His hands are on you, slow, purposeful caresses. Fingernails raking up your thigh, following the path of a stretch mark you had grown particularly insecure about. But the drag of his nails against your skin feels both delicious and sinful, and you shiver, goosebumps rising along your arms as he slowly caresses over the curve of your stomach, eyes intently focused on yours through the reflection of the glass.
âI think that youâre beautiful right now,â he states, and itâs then that you grow keenly aware of how firmly heâs pressed himself against your back. âAnd I think itâs high time that you see yourself the way that I do.â
One of his hands slides downward, cupping you over the material of your panties. The slow drag of his palm over your clothed sex is maddening and you squirm, eagerly pressing your hips up against his hand in an effort to gain more friction. He watches you carry on like this for a moment, letting you work yourself up as much as the little heâs giving you will allow. But then, as you turn affronted, pleading eyes to look up at him, more than ready to shamelessly beg for more, he stops you, fingers catching on your chin and guiding your eyes back towards the direction of the mirror.
âKeep looking at yourself, or I stop,â he says, and fuck! That brisk, no nonsense sergeant tone shoots straight to your core, your thighs squeezing together despite his hand still cupping you in between your legs. Judging by the smirk that appears when you catch a glimpse of his face, he notices.
âHunter,â you plead, and because heâs never one to truly deny you of anything, his smirk widens, and before you can say anything else, heâs pushing your panties to the side. You only have a second to react to the cool air hitting the sensitive flesh before his fingers, slow and practiced, are dragging through your folds, circling around your clit.
âLook at you,â he breathes, his voice little more than a low rasp against your ear as he mouths at your neck. âSo pretty and wet for me.â
You whine, because one of his fingers has parted your lower lips, teasing and circling around your entrance but never truly giving you the satisfaction of pushing inside. His free arm holds your hips in place, preventing you from moving and he smirks, stroking two fingers against your clit once more, coating it in your arousal before pulling away entirely, leaving you shaky and wanting.
âMm,â the soft, pleased groan falls from his lips at about the same time you let out a dissatisfied whimper, your petulant glare quickly turning into eyes filled with longing as you watch him taking his fingers between his lips, his own eyes closing as he savers the taste of you.
You barely have time to blink before youâre pushed back onto the bed behind you, your legs dangling off the edge as Hunter props pillows beneath your head and shoulders to keep you elevated enough to see yourself within the mirror. And boy, donât you look like a sight.
Hair loose and scattered as it falls around you, your dress bunched up around your chest. Faded breakouts, the traces of acne scarring are scattered about your shoulders, and to top it all off, the Band-Aid sticks out like a sore thumb on your chin when you dare to glance up at your face. You quickly avert them once more, only to find that your eyes have glued onto Hunter like a magnetâcaptivated and unable to look away.
He quickly discards your panties and lets them land with a soft thump against the floor, dropping to his knees between your parted thighs. He stares up at you, his eyes darkened, guiding one of your ankles to drape over his broad shoulder, lips brushing a soft kiss against the curb of your knee.
âArenât we going to be late?â you ask breathlessly, suddenly aware of the rush of activity, the sound drifting up through your still open downstairs window. âW-We should...â
His lips on yours silences the last of your protest, the warm, familiar weight of his toned chest lightly pressing you back down against the pillows. He pulls away, lightly tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb, his eyes soft.
âDonât worry about it, meshâla. Thatâs fine with me.â
He takes his time to kiss his way back down your body, having long since memorized each and every spot that makes you tick. His hands, meanwhile, are just as preoccupied. Slipping beneath the material of your dress, lightly rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He gives it the slightest pinch and you squeak, the soft sound of his chuckle rumbling against your skin as he takes his time lavishing your stomach with attention, soft kisses with the occasional scrape of teeth.Â
It feels good, you decide, despite this part of your body usually only being reserved for deep-rooted insecurity and discomfort, as your head tips back and you watch yourself shiver. It feels so, so good, and when his knees hit the floor once more, you think, finally, finally heâll give you what youâve actually been wanting.
To your disappointment, he doesnât.Â
âLook at you,â he whispers, his bandana knocked askew, loose pieces of long, dark hair falling to frame his face as he gazes up at you, eyes alight with that hunger he gets whenever heâs settled between your legs like this. Usually, this look is accompanied by eager, rough hands holding your thighs apart, his mouth no less demanding of every drop of your pleasure when he lowers it to taste you.
Tonight though, itâs different.Â
Soft, delicate kisses go up each of your thighs accompanied by the less gentle, but still equally reverent drag of his fingernails. He slowly parts your labia, blowing a gentle stream of air against your clit just to watch you jolt. His tongue drags a torturous path from your entrance all the way up to your clit before immediately retreating, repeating the motion until you think you might go mad.
Youâre panting, hips lifting and squirming in an effort to have him closer.Â
âHunter,â you get out through gritted teeth and he smirks.Â
âKeep watching yourself,â is all he says in response as he slowly presses a finger against your entrance, feeling the slight resistance as he pushes it inside.Â
You groan, and all you can do is comply, tilting your head back and watching as a flush slowly blossoms along your skin, your eyes silently pleading back at you in your reflection as he takes his time working you open.
âGods, youâre beautiful,â he breathes, offering one soft, seductive kiss to your aching clit, the gasp falling from your lips an automatic response. âSay it,â he says, his voice a rough command, as he slowly coaxes a second finger to join the first, lightly curling them inside you. âSay it back to me, meshâla, and Iâll give you everything you want.â
âHunter, I, fuck,â your words are cut off by a soft yelp as the flat of his tongue lightly strokes, just grazing over your clit. Your hips tilt, chasing the touch even as he pulls away.
After a rather undignified sound falls from your lips, your head tips back and you find yourself once more in the glass of the mirror. You see your flushed, eager, and trembling reflection with all of its prior imperfections but also every single nerve alight with desire, want, and need coalescing and casting you in a soft glow as you lie atop the pillows.Â
You think, just for a second, that you could begin to understand what it is to look at you, and see yourself the way that Hunter has always seen you, regardless of how much youâve changed.Â
âI, Iâm beautiful,â you say, your voice wavering and tremulous.
âThatâs right, pretty girl,â Hunter croons, his voice husky and warm with approval. âSo fuckinâ beautiful.â
And then he stops holding back as he eagerly buries his face between your thighs, his lips and tongue against your pussy working with the skilled familiarity of someone who knows how to get you exactly where youâve been craving to go.
He steadily continues to thrust his fingers, working in tandem with the light swirls and caresses of his tongue, letting out a low, satisfied groan when he gently takes you between his lips and begins to suck.
âHunter...Hunter, Hunter,â seems to be the only thing you have the ability to say, trying to summon more, but failing miserably because the curl of his fingers so easily presses against that spot inside you, his mouth warm and wet and so, so good that you canât help but reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, weaving them through long, dark strands to press him closer against you.
Not that he seems to mind in the slightest. In fact, looking down at his face, his eyes are closed with contentment, savoring the intimacy, even as he ruthlessly brings you to the edge of release.Â
You donât know how he does it, but somehow he just knows the exact moment before you get there, when youâre precariously teetering on a narrow precipice and all it takes is his eyes to open, holding eye contact with you and the firm, steady pressure of his tongue drawing circles against your clit for you to be sent hurtling, quick as a flash, right over the edge of the cliff.
Your hips lift off the bed and you arch into him, fingers none too gently twisting in his hair as you shudder, a high-pitched, gasped noise of pleasure falling from your lips as you come.Â
Hunter watches, his own expression both dazed and pleased, his eyes heavy-lidded as he works you through your orgasm, feeling as your walls lightly flutter around his fingers, his own soft hum of approval escaping him in response to your evident pleasure.
Only once youâve completely relaxed, your body softening against the pillows does he retreat, crawling back up the bed and leaning over you, lightly caging you in. He drops his forehead to gently press against yours, feeling the rise and fall of your chest, the intermingled breathing that brushes against his parted lips. He tucks a strand of hair away from your face, and in his mind, shaking and flushed with exhilaration as you are right now, youâve never looked more tempting.
âI, I think weâre going to be more than a little bit late,â you say, your voice a breathless laugh.
You donât make a move to get up, and Hunter grins, his eyes darkened as they hold onto yours.
âLike I said,  meshâla,â he breathes, and you can feel the clothed outline of him, his hard cock pressing against you as he gives his hips a slow, suggestive roll.
He lowers his head, pressing his lips against yours and you gasp, shuddering with newfound excitement and desire when you catch the taste of your own arousal still present and lingering on his parted lips. He grinds against you once more, slow and wanting and letting you feel his desire, his need for you as he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
âThatâs completely fine with me.â
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As If Destiny
A/N: I too have fallen ill to the widespread disease that is young snow đźâđš like him being so fine is so unnecessary. Some quick notes: I've never actually written a fic on here nor a reader one in general so please deal with me! Also I wrote out this whole thing, posted it, then it went into oblivion and I had to rewrite it completely so I apologize! Please let me know if I should add anything or am missing certain details that seem necessary. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, thank you lovesâ€ïž
Summary: You've always been kind hearted yet admirably defiant. Or that is at least one of the ways Coriolanus Snow would describe you. Ever since grade school, you have always been on the same level as him in academics and one of his few competitors for the Plinth Prize. But as tragedy struck your family, Coriolanus thought you would fall away from his life, but instead, you got even more intertwined (not to mention the complicated past knots tying your families together).
Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!
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Blood just kept on coming. And coming. And coming. Every violent cough shaking your mother's body was followed by spatters of hot, deep red blood. You quickly tried to clean it up as soon as it came out to protect your mother's dignity and to make sure she didn't choke. It took a few minutes, but the coughing session passed and your mother took deep gulps of water, fighting off your attempt to get her to slow down.
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With her engrossed in her cup, you steal a glance at the clock on the wall. As the time for the start of classes nears, the more axinety builds in your chest. Your mother follows your gaze and smiles warmly.
"Run along my little scholar. I will be fine and even better knowing you are sticking your nose in every textbook you can find."
She says in a hoarse voice. You smile slightly and lightly laugh. "That's not how school works, mom. I stick my nose into tissues because of how many textbooks I have to read ."
She rolls her eyes at your little comment and does a little motion gesturing you should be on your way. Shaking your head, you retorted "I still have half an hour till classes begin and I have plenty of time for Rhayen (your driver) to take me to the academy."
You attempt to assure her. Though, it was now your mother's turn to shake her head.
"I know you prefer walking there, don't try to fool me now. You will come back after school and I will be fine. Don't worry, darling."
With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your rouge colored academy uniform and grab your bag. You give your mother a soft kiss on her temple and steal one more glance at the clock. You rush through the halls and down the stairs of your luxurious apartment. The academy wasn't too far from your home, so you could enjoy the walk and the early spring air ruffling your hair.
You tried to smile and nod at the strangers walking past. You needed to clear your mind (distract yourself) so you examined every part of the high class society. Their eyes, faces, hair, clothing, and whatever else you could analyze. With this strategy, it doesn't take long untill the grand structure of the Capital academy to come into view.
As you near the school, you notice a certain curly haired boy sitting on the steps. You feel a sense of relief and pick up your pace. You stop infront of the boy, who seemed too engrossed into his book to notice your sudden appearance.
"Are you behind on the reading or are you being a bookworm?" You question.
He snaps his head up with his familiar smile. "Had some extra time and motivation, so thought I would trudge through this absolute -"
You nudge him with your shoulder to motion to stop talking.
"Yeah yeah I know but be careful: Professor Rhaen always spawns out of nowhere and I would personally prefer if you were not on the receiving end of one of his lectures."
Everyone knew how hard it was to please your professor and how strict your he was. Especially with Sejanus.
He didn't care about his money: professor Rhaen still felt Sejanus was lesser because he was born in the districts.
That sentiment is widely shared with your classmates. From the first day, when little kind hearted Sejanus came to the capital, he was met with stares and whispers. You specifically remember Arachne snubbing the boy. But when lunch came and he sat all alone, seemingly dejected, you sauntered over to his table. Then, just like now, his brown eyes widened in surprise. You smiled and sat down in the chair across from him.
"What's your favorite smell?"
He just stared at you for a while. who asks that. The silence continued untill you got too impatient, a trait you still struggle with, and answer your own question.
"Mine is vanilla because it smells like the sweet cakes my mom makes on special occasions or even sometimes when she is in a really good mood."
A smell that has slowly been creeping its way back into your life after the war. He laughed at your confession and replied that his was lavender, the smell of his mother, or as he calls her, ma.
He was still warry as why you were sitting with him. It was clear you were well liked by your peers and teachers and always seemed to posses the right answers, exemplified in your shared morning classes. But as you both continued your meal and conversation, he felt as if he had been sent an angel that day.
"There's that smile, I've missed it." Sejanus says, breaking you out of your reminiscence.
You duck your head down in some sort of embarrassment and shame. It felt wrong to be smiling and laughing nowadays, especially with the worsening of your mother's condition.
Noticing your reaction and following your train of thought, Sejanus tried to backtrack.
"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N! I'm sorry, you've been suffering and here I am saying stuff like that. I- I- wow I'm such an idiot! I'm truly sorry."
You look up to his genuinely defated and apolgetic face. "You have no reason to be sorry, it's okay. And it's not like I'm the one suffering. I can walk, talk normally, and am not coughing up blood while my face pales and hollows." You say solemnly.
Sejanus opened his mouth to question but was cut off as you both reached your destination. It was best not to discuss your mother's condition around your gossip privy peers around.
You walk to your desks and switch to the topic of later tonight, which you would be having dinner with the Plinths, an occurrence that is becoming more and more often. The last few of your classmates filled in, including Arachne, Clemensia, Festus, and Felix.
A few paces later comes in the charming and handsome Coriolanus Snow. You wouldn't be embarrassed to admit that description, any girl with eyes would agree. With that ever plastered, neutral yet calculated expression on his face, he quickly made his way to his seat, on the other side of you.
He wasn't necessarily friends with you or even Sejanus, but he was far kinder to him than the others were. That's probably one of the many aspects that makes him more appealing. You definitely didn't have a crush on him, but you have zoned out on his side profile once or twice.
Hey, you can't blame a girl!
Well that was your excuse to Sejanus, who caught you seconds in on staring at the blonde. But that was a long time ago. Now you were always zoned out on her.
That's exactly where your mind drifted to as Professor Rhaen began his lecture on the reading assigned. And it stayed there untill the sound of a pen hitting the marble floor brought you back.
You thought it could have been you, especially in your state of hazy focus and sleep deprivation. But taking a quick look at your feet, it was Coriolanus's.
Perfect and proper Coriolanus. Huh.
You hastily grab it and give it back to him, which he accepts with a small greatful smile. A smile that quickly turns into a look of concern.
He grabs your wrist and began examining it. You were stunned and curious what he was looking at until you noticed the deep and clear blood on your wrist, clear even on your deep red uniform.
You must have gotten it when taking care of your mother! You were mentally kicking yourself for being so careless.
"Your bleeding!" He states worridly. He quickly grabs a handkerchief from his bag and attempts to put it on your wrist, but you snap it away from his hold.
You noticed the initials on the white handkerchief. It was his father's. You certainly weren't going to stain such an item of sentiment with blood that wasn't even yours. Her blood.
He was moving to grab your wrist once again but was interrupted by the clear nosies of irritation and frustration of your classmates.
While you and Snow were having your little debacle, Professor Rhaen assigned an extensive research paper that will be due in two months. You understood your peers frustration, the longer you had in this class for an assignment, the more work and harsher the grading will be. But you were greatful for this assignment. It would be a wonderful distraction.
You took a quick look around to gage their reactions and saw Arachne's scowl which made you inwardly chuckle at her expression. But when you came back around to Coriolanus, you saw him still staring at with you a questioning expression.
Questions he would be unable to voice as the bell rang to signal the end of the first period. He tried to stop you or slow you down, but you were extremely focused on getting your materials in your bag and getting out of the intense stare of the blonde.
Sejanus noticed your haste and helped you out, while Snow was attempting to catch up, handkerchief still in hand. But you sped out and straight to the bathroom to wash off the blood covering your hands.
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A/N: Sorry to cut it off here! I felt this was already so long (future me after doing some revisions and having some actual writing under my belt - no it's not.), but don't worry I plan on posting again soon! I am excited to see where this is going I hope you all are too!
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UNDER YOUR TOUCH
Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.
This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED
word count: 3250
smut warning; itâll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it Iâm not really good at writing âđœ smuts but Iâm improving at the moment.
Jey Uso x Tiana
AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.
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TIANA
Jey has been doing a lot for me these past couple of weeks, taking me out on dates, going to the beach, or taking me on late-night walks to talk about things. It just made my heart flutter, and I love him even more.
He was trying to make me feel stress free away from all the drama that's been circulating lately between his ex-girlfriend then to Kai and his parents keep bugging me about the restraining order which I'm not taking in off I don't need him near me.
Ever since I put hands on his momma he's been trying to get in touch with me to speak on the matter but I didn't have nothing else to say to him nor to her as well it was getting ridiculous at this point.
'Why his people so delusional just excusing the fact that he put his hands on me.'
I was out back smoking some weed. I took a few puffs before putting it down on the tray, admiring the view as the wind was blowing.
Jey had to go back to work which kind of made me sad and I missed him so much. I haven't really been at work or even check up on my nail shop since that incident between me and Kai including Emma.
But I told my clients that I'll be back soon due to personal reasons, and they all understood, which I loved, honestly.
I took a few more puffs from the pre-roll blunt as I blew the smoke in the air, and a satisfying sigh escaped my lips.
I pulled my phone out while scrolling through my social media, replying to some of my clients and others in the comments section. As I was doing that, I saw that Bianca had texted me.
Breezy sent 3+ messages Breezy: Hey bestiee I see that Joshua has been taking you out lately you deserve it tho period. Breezy: also ion wanna bring it up but his mama came over again today but this time we wasn't home I saw it on the ring camera. Breezy: when is yall going to get married and have babies already?
I chuckled at her last text message that I read she's so dramatic.
Tiana: girl fuck his mama atp because I'm over it I'm not taking Kai of the restraining order. Breezy: period as you should I'm getting tired of her too. Tiana: speaking of marriage and kids B ion wanna rush into all of that I don't want it to be a disaster you know? Breezy: I understand girl so how are you goin to feel when he does pop out with that question? Tiana: imma say YES duhh girl but then I'll be cryingđđ Breezy: girl I am done with you chileee are you alone at his crib? Tiana: yeah, he's at work which I'm sad I miss my man girl Breezy: he'll be home girl but I was just checking in on you I miss you being at home. Tiana: Montez getting in your nerves? đđ Breezy: YESSS Tiana: Girl bye you know you love him. Breezy: that's true but I'll text you later girly Tiana: byeee
I smoked the last bit of the blunt as I put it out before heading back inside the house and hearing the keys jiggling, knowing that Jey finally came home.
"Mamas? I'm home!" He shouted.
I ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he told me to jump, and I did while his hands were resting on top of my ass, carrying me to the couch.
He removed his book bag and threw it next to him while he kept me in place on his lap. I cupped his face with my small hands and kissed him on the lips.
"I missed you bubba," I said pulling away.
"I missed you too, ma; what did you do when I was gone?" Jey asked.
I explained to him about my day and the talking to Bianca about what she had told me before he came home. Him listening and watching me ramble about my day just made my heart flutter.
I felt him caressing my cheek in the process of me rambling which made me look away for a second causing him to chuckle.
Grabbing my chin pulling me in for another kiss but this time it was different. We made out as his tongue slipped into my mouth as I gripped onto his mullet.
As we continued to passionately tongue kiss each other, I felt him scooping me up from my thighs while taking us upstairs towards his bedroom, not removing our lips from each other.
He pinned me on the bed, never leaving my lips as I felt him removing my clothing along with his as his lips escaped mine putting them onto my neck, sucking it like a vampire.
As a moan escaped from my lips as I felt him rub my pussy as I continued to grip onto his mullet.
"I haven't even did anything to you yet and you're wet for me baby." He rasped.
SMUT WARNING He had my legs pinned behind my head as he was digging his dick deep inside of me. All I could do was moan his name loudly, gripping onto his biceps tightly.
"I love how you're just taking it mama." He whispered as he held onto my throat pounding me senselessly.
My walls were clenching around him as a groan escaped his lips gazing down at me. Watching my facial expression turn up every time he dug deeper inside of me, which satisfied him.
He leaned over to place a soft kiss on my lips as I let out a gasp when he pushed his dick deeper inside of my gushy insides.
He watched me tremble underneath him. "C'mon mamas you got it give it me." Jey started to circle his hips hitting my spot causing me to hold onto him tightly.
Our skins were slapping against each other as our moans and groans were heard all over the room. I didn't know how much I could take from this man.
My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. "J-Joshhhh F-fuck." I whined weakly, feeling that familiar pit going down my stomach.
I always felt very overwhelmed when it time for me to nut on this man. I tried to push him away by his stomach, but he slapped my hands away, drilling my wet cunt vigorously.
"Stop runnin' from me and take this dick Ma." He rasped into my ear feeling his balls slapping against my clit.
I scratched his back causing him to hiss as he rubbed his thumb on my clit which drove me insane.
He continued to grip my throat firmly, not trying to hurt me, as I felt my toes curling up while his strokes were getting sloppier and sloppier.
I was tapping onto his back, signaling that I was going to cum. "Use your words baby, let daddy know what's up." I loved when he sweet talked me making me want to stop using birth control and have his kids now.
I felt my legs shaking violently underneath him as I let out a loud moan while cumming all over him. He kissed me on the cheek as he continued to sweet talk me.
Cursing underneath his breath as he continued to pound my now sensitive cunt deeper while I grip onto his mullet tightly.
Not too long after, he came inside of me, filling me up with his seed as a groan escaped his lips. Jey pulled out seeing me shaking violently while trying to catch my breath.
SMUT OVER. Jey went inside his bathroom getting everything prepared for us to take a bath together. As I lie there in his bed still shaking violently trying to calm myself down.
He for sure put that thang on me. I've seen him coming out his bathroom holding his hand out for me to get up knowing damn well I couldn't walk.
"Can you walk mama?" Jey asked.
"Yes of course Josh I can walk, hell no nigga I cannot walk sir." I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.
"very funny tink c'mon I'll carry you." I held his hand as he carried towards his bathroom while shutting the door behind him.
Sitting me down on the edge of the tub as I attempted to get in by myself as Jey did the same thing. he wrapped his arms around my waist as me and him sigh in relief as the warm water hit our body.
I lay my head back on his chest as he gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
"How are you feeling baby?" He asked.
"I'm feeling fine love, more relaxed than ever." I said as I looked up at him.
"That's good; my mama keeps asking me when we are going to get married and have kids together." I nod my head while listening to him.
"I told her I didn't want to rush or pressure you into that yet until you're ready." I loved how he respected my wishes because I am confident that I want to marry and have his babies too.
I smiled at him as he placed a kiss on my thick lips causing us to get caught up in another make out session but this time I was in control as my hand snaked down around his harden member.
Stroking it up and down as he threw his head back. "Why don't you come suck it I missed yo' pretty ass lips on my dick mama."
SMUT WARNING
We were still in the tub that was filled with warm water and bubbles as I was bobbing my head up and down on his dick sucking his sensitive tip.
Moans and Groans escaped his lips as he gazed down at me, going down on him while throwing his head back.
"Shit mama keep goin'" He grabbed a whole load of my hair, thrusting his hips up and down as he face fucked me.
As I was deep throating his dick I was circling my tongue on his tip while he pushed his dick deeper inside of my throat causing me to gag a bit.
He was sweet talking me through it giving me compliments and encouraging me to keep going down on him.
He pulled me back up, hearing that pop go out of my mouth as he kissed me on the lips. I continued to down on him deeper feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat trying not to gag.
"I want you to gag on this dick mama, make me nut." He rasped.
I swirled my tongue around his tip as I gazed up at him, seeing him gripping onto the side of the tub while rolling his eyes in the back of his head.
It made me feel satisfied seeing like this since he always have me like that so a little payback won't hurt.
I had him shaking underneath me as he kept clenching his legs tightly. "Make me nut mama, make me fuck..." his moans we heard all over the bathroom.
I felt his dick twitching inside of my mouth as I kept sucking the tip because that's all I needed to do to get him there.
After a while he groaned loudly as he nut all over my face while I was tapping his dick onto my tongue in the process.
He was shaking violently just like how I was while gazing down at me.
"Fuck mama, that felt so good." He breathed out seeing his tatted chest going up and down trying to catch his breath.
SMUT OVER.
â§.* JEY Me and Tiana were cuddled up together in the bed as she was sleeping soundly meanwhile I was scrolling through my social media seeing everyone supporting our relationship.
That's when her phone went off not wanting her to wake up I leaned above her body grabbing her phone in the process. Seeing that Bianca was calling her so I picked it up.
OTP Breezy: Tiana? I need you and Josh home like now. Tiana: this is Josh what's going on B? Breezy: Malakai and his momma are banging on our door looking for Tiana and Montez is trying to tell them to leave. Tiana: I can come over there real quick Tiana is sleeping right now B. Breezy: Please Josh that would be great. Tiana: I'll be there in a few minutes B. Breezy: thank you Josh.
CALLED ENDED.
Don't this guy ever quit? Why is he harassing her people like this? I looked at Tiana who was sleeping on my chest peacefully as I placed her on her pillow quietly without trying to wake her up.
I put on the clothes I had on earlier, grab my keys, and head out the door, texting Jon.
Twinđ: I just got your message what's up uce? Jey: Tiana's ex and his momma are messing with Bianca and Montez so I need backup just in case some shit go down. Twinđ: where's Tiana? Jey: she is at my crib sleeping right now I'm otw over to her house. Twinđ: ight I'll tell Trin I'm heading out so she won't get worried. Jey: ight uce.
I was driving fast towards Tiana and em house going to handle this. I finally pulled up to the crib seeing his momma car there while they were banging on their door.
I got out of my car seeing Jon pulling in the driveway he came up to me as we dabbed it up before walking up to them.
"Aye, imma need yall to get the fuck on like deadass." I said while I stood there with my arms folded.
They both got startled while turning their heads looking at me and my brother Jon standing behind them.
"Oh, it's yo' bitch ass where the fuck is Tiana?" Malakai questioned.
"Her whereabouts are none of your business fuck boy, so why don't you and yo' momma leave, or it'll be some problems." He came up to me showing his strap something that Tiana was telling me about.
I chuckled at him then looked at Jon who was also chuckling with me too this fool think I'm scared of a gun. I stood my ground being all up in his face while looking into his eyes.
"You might wanna back up, boy, that damn gun. Don't scare me; I'll still beat yo' ass in the process." I spat, pushing him off, causing him to tumble a bit.
"Fuck you, you don't deserve Tiana I should've beat her ass some morâ" before he could finish his sentence I sucker punched him in his jaw causing him to fall on the ground seeing his momma coming to his aid.
I was on top of him beating his head in. I was not finna tolerate him talking down on Tiana like that when she's not here to defend for herself.
As I was beating his head in his momma tried to pull me off but Bianca came to my aid pushing his momma out the way as I continued to beat the fuck out of him.
Montez seen that ol' boy was trying to reach for his strap but instantly grabbed it throwing it somewhere meanwhile I grabbed a whole load of his hair dragging him as a threw him against the brick wall, hearing him winch in pain.
"Next time you wanna speak on Tiana you better respect her, and YOU don't deserve her like I do bitch ass boy." I kicked him in his stomach as Jon held me back from him as I calmed down.
"Calm down Uce, you know Tiana don't want nun happening to you." Jimmy said as I nodded my head agreeing with him.
His momma slapped me across the face as I held my face while smirking a little bit she was so lucky that Tiana was at my crib sleeping right now.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY SON I CAN GET YOU ARRESTED!" she shouted.
"you and yo' bummy ass son will also get arrested for trespassing and goin against the restraining order." I said as I felt my phone buzzing.
I saw that Tiana was calling me as I answered the phone.
OTP ZaddyJeyđ€: mama? What's up? Mamasđ©·: where are you right now bubba? ZaddyJey: I'm handling business right now mama what are you doin up? Mamasđ©·: don't sugarcoat that shit with me Josh what's happening? ZaddyJeyđ€: I'm over at your crib because ol' boy and his momma were messing with Bianca and em so Bianca called you but you were sleep. Mamasđ©·: is everything okay? ZaddyJeyđ€: yeah mama I'm handling it I'll be home in a little bit okay? now go back to sleep. Mamasđ©·: okay baby I love you. ZaddyJeyđ€: I love you too ma.
CALLED ENDED.
"Was that Tiana uce?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, she was wondering where I was at but I told her I'll be home in a bit after this shit is over with," I replied as he nodded his head.
We saw his momma getting him up as he was limping in pain. He tried running up on me, and I sucker punched him again, as he went limp on the ground.
"Damnnnn," everyone said it together as his momma was freaking out, tapping her hand on his face.
"Y'all can leave now, so I can get back to my woman at home." I said as Jon threw my keys towards my way.
I dabbed up with Montez and hugged Bianca before heading out back home.
â§.* I finally made it home as i unlocked the door with my key while shutting it behind me making sure I locked it too. I went upstairs take off my shirt and pants that I wore seeing Tiana sleeping peacefully.
I got underneath the covers with her, pulling her back onto my chest as I felt her shift in her sleep while rubbing her eyes seeing my facial features in the dark.
"Baby? Your back?" She mumbled softly.
"Yeah I'm back tink you can head back to sleep now ight." I said softly while giving her a kiss on her forehead.
I got comfortable as I put one of my hands in the back of my head while closing my eyes going to sleep.
Under Your Touch.
A/N:Â whewww chileeee they are doing way to much messing with Bianca and em' but Jey stood on big business also sorry for the smuts đđ it was giving pretty much bridgerton with Daphne and Simon đđ
I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.
Stay Ucey.
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Insanity | Ji Changmin
SUMMARY: It has been several years since Gotham City mourned the passing of the previous Robin, Ji Changmin. However, as you continue with your career as Batgirl to protect the city while filling in for your mentor, Batman, you eventually discover that Changmin was alive all these years after all but has now turned into the cityâs most wanted criminal. It is your job to eliminate him for good, but you just canât bring yourself to do so. How could you? Especially when you still have feelings for him even after all these years.Â
PAIRING: robin/joker Changmin x batgirl f!reader (feat. nightwing Sangyeon)
GENRE: batman au, angst, crime, thriller, some fluff, slight suggestive
WARNINGS: nc-17, slow-burn, violence, manipulation, mentions of drug trafficking, torture, traumatic(-ish) childhood, time skip, characters' death, kissing, mentions of weapons (guns, snipers, blades, etc.), blood, both Changmin & Sangyeon are just SO flirty here
WORD COUNT: 14,136 (wowza)
A/N: happiest birthday to my pookie, my beloved lil ćŠčćŠč whom i love so so freaking much and would protect with the rest of my life, @sungbeam đ„ł you've been there since day 1 of my writing journey, and no words could ever describe how much you mean to me đ„č i hope this fic would somehow be a worthy gift to you miss beam đźâđš
also this is my first time writing a superhero au, so pls bear with me it might not be the best i apologise đ (this is by far the longest oneshot ive ever written oopsâ)

Year 2X42
âThere have been reports of cases of drug trafficking on the outskirts of Gotham City, and the league have decided to deploy you and your team for the job since it is your area of residence, after all.âÂ
Turning around from his chair, the male looks up at his huge monitor, seemingly replying to the person on screen as half-heartedly as possible. âSure, Clark. Leave it up to me to deal with the dirty business of the city.âÂ
Clarkâbetter known as Clark Kent or Superman, then quickly shifted his facial expression towards his good old friend, indicating that the situation was far more gruesome and serious than it used to be.Â
âBruce... just a fair warning. You do know who the mastermind of this particular crime spree is, especially when you have dealt with him for decades. You certainly donât plan to bring your two kids with you, right?âÂ
That was when he immediately brought up his fingers to massage his temples. Bruce knew he would eventually bring them up on this particular topic. Why wouldnât he? Especially when his two kids, whom he is especially proud ofâyou and Changmin, have assisted him in many of his work.Â
You both have been registered in the leagueâs system for quite a few years now, Changmin starting a little ahead of you since he was a few years older than you were. Both you and Changmin have lived in poverty in the dark slumps of the outskirts of Gotham for many years, having been abandoned by your parents from a young age. It was tough to live in Gotham City, especially when the city was often tied with crime and corruption. If only you were born into the upper class, then you wouldâve had a better chance of survival.Â
Unfortunately, you and Changmin just had to end up in the city's lower class. All Changmin knew about his parents was that his mother was a prostitute, and he ended up becoming an aftermath of a one-night stand. Hence, he was immediately dumped on the streets right after birth. Some kind-hearted families took him in for a while, but eventually, he needed to venture out on his own to ease the family's expenses.Â
On the other hand, you had a relatively good upbringing until your parentâs murder when you were 9. Having no other place or family to turn to, you eventually find your way into the slumps.Â
And that was when you met Changmin.Â
By then, Changmin had already created a reputation for him. He somehow became the so-called âleaderâ among the troupe and led the kids around to make a decent living even during the worst situation possible. He treated you like a little sister, and you both became inseparable as time passed. You both would always stick together, even going up to the main city to look for food to provide for the others back at your so-called home.Â
It wasnât until several years later, both of you aged 16 and 14 respectively, that you came across the infamous Bruce Wayne himself. He was out on a business around the slumpsâseemingly tracking down one of the most wanted criminals then, which was also when he found you two and the rest of the kids.Â
Thanks to Mr Wayneâs contribution, he placed all of the kids into a care facility sponsored by the Wayne Enterprises, where they would finally have a rooftop over their heads and a better future ahead of them. On the other hand, you and Changmin have seemingly intrigued the man himself, and he decided to take you in and raise you two as if you were his children.Â
It turns out that his intuition about you both wasnât wrong after all. Both of you possessed a higher intelligence level than usual and could pick up combat skills almost immediately. The first time he brought you both down to his training station to have a go, you adjusted quickly to all the provided gadgets. With the help of his trusted butler Alfred, both of them made sure that the two of you were trained to be skilled fighters and have a loving family of the four of you.Â
It was obvious among the two of you that Changmin stood out a bit more and earned the title Robin at 18. All you knew was that Mr Wayne had raised an individual before you two and he was the original Robin, but certain things happened along the way and he hung his cape up, never to return. All you could assume was that he had enough of his life as the superhero himself and perhaps created a new alias to start anew. Discussing it was hard with Mr Wayne, so youâve never pressed further.Â
You were certainly a bit jealous at the beginning as Mr Wayne would only take Changmin with him out on missions, pressing that you needed more practice or it was too dangerous for a woman like you. But you proved him wrong and finally made a name for yourself about a year prior.
Batgirl. The first ever in the family.Â
With that, Mr Wayne has trusted you enough to take you along on his missions and eventually assign minor ones for you both to deal with when Batman himself isnât present to deal with them personally.Â
You and Changmin made a great team, and it might even become the best combo Batman has ever seen. Even better than himself than the original Robin decades ago.Â
So it all came down to making the decision. To take you both along with him during this special assigned mission from the league or not? It was a risk, especially when the mastermind behind this mission was someone who had been hunting Bruce Wayne himself for as long as he could remember. Dealing with him has always been a life-and-death situation.Â
The Joker.Â
But Mr Wayne trusted you both, and it was about time for him to prove to the league his proudest achievement just yet.Â
âIâve made my decision, Clark. And there will be no second thoughts about this.â He paused briefly before finally tilting his head up to the screen and looking at his friend seriously.
 âIâm taking both of them with me.â

âCome on, Y/N. You can do better than that.â
Changmin pinned you down to the ground and head-locked you, ensuring you had little to no escape from him.Â
You both were sparring as usual in the training station in the Batcave, and it is always a competition between you two. Just as the male thought he had everything under control, you freed yourself from his grasp and turned him around. The next thing that happened was that you were hovering over him and pinning both of his arms above his head.Â
âSays you, Robin. This is now my 35th win, and you owe me a bowl of Akamaru Ramen down the streets later tonight.â You smirked.
âSheesh, Batgirl. Seems like you have improved from the last time we sparred.â He gives you a wink, and you roll your eyes up, trying your best to ignore his flirty remarks.Â
It wasnât long before the two of you broke off from your positions as the familiar grunt filled the entire training room.Â
âYouâve gotten a new mission for us, Mr. Wayne?â Changmin asked enthusiastically, desperately wanting to be deployed almost immediately and showcase his newly perfected martial arts skills and new gadgets he had just gotten from Alfred a week ago.Â
âSlow down, cowboy. I am going to need you two to listen to me very carefully. And I will not allow a single mistake to happen for this one.âÂ
With that, both of you followed your mentor right back into the control room where the batcomputers were stored. It was clear that Mr Wayne was here minutes ago and had just recently hung up a call from someone from the league. You guessed it wouldâve been Superman since he would be the main person to contact Batman often, being the league's chief.Â
Mr Wayne then leaned back onto the computer desk, crossing his arms as he pressed play on one of the remotes that were situated in his hand. Immediately, the video footage on-screen depicts a series of trucks entering a secluded area outside Gotham City. It was rare as the number of trucks slowly grew each second. 10, 20, and eventually up to 30 of them.Â
Once the trucks were parked around the area, one of the drivers, whom you both assumed to be the squad leader, got down from the vehicle and opened up the trunk boot. And that was when you both saw it with your own eyes.Â
Heroin. One of the most life-threatening ones to humankind.Â
Just as you thought it would be over, another figure pops up on-screen, someone you have all been familiar with for decades. Too familiar with to be exact.Â
âJoker.â Changmin clenched his fist, his eyes now narrowed and his facial expression seemingly changed almost immediately compared to when he was back at the training station.Â
You know how much beef The Joker has with the Bat Family, including Changmin. As much as he was the ultimate archenemy of Batmanâhe was also, in fact, the same for Robin. Changmin had his fair share of encounters with the infamous enemy, and neither had been pleasant. Adding salt to the wound, he would often return with an injury whenever he faced the psychopath himself, never once coming back home in one piece.Â
But usually, it was both Batman and Robin who dealt with The Joker, not Batgirl. So why even did Mr Wayne request for your presence this time?Â
As you open your mouth to get an answer, Mr Wayne beats you to it by explaining the situation in detail.
âI know we have dealt with the madman himself countless times, and itâs nothing new that he would do such a thing. But judging by the amount of drugs he had smuggled in this time, I fear the worst could happen.âÂ
âMr Wayne, you donât thinkâŠâ Changmin proposed.Â
âIt is exactly whatâs on your mind, Robin.â
No way. The Joker plans to drug at least half the population of Gotham City.Â
Knowing him, he could execute such a plan in countless ways or methods. Besides, he would definitely strike when law enforcement least expects it to happen. Hence, it is up to the Bat Family to put a stop to this massacre from happening.Â
With that, Mr. Wayne turned towards you and began speaking up again. âAnd I thought we could definitely use a little more manpower for this job.âÂ
You were ecstatic, to say the least. Going on a mission with both Batman and Robin? Oh lord, that would be a dream come true. Most of the time, you were either often deployed on minor cases that you couldâve dealt with on your own or paired up with Changmin to deal with slightly more dangerous matters that were right up your alley and didnât require the presence of Batman to clean up the dirty work. You have probably been deployed just once or twice with Mr Wayne himself, but not with both of them present.Â
But you were hesitant. You have never encountered the madman himself before, while Batman and Robin have. So what in the world was Mr Wayne thinking to bring you along for this mission?Â
Was it a test for you? Was it for you to prove to him how much you have grown? Were you finally going to make a name for yourself and be as famous as the duo already are in Gotham City?Â
As much as you liked your last idea, you were still reluctant.Â
âI⊠I donât know about this, Mr Wayne. With all due respect, I deeply appreciate the opportunity given. But are you sure a common girl like me could do the job?â Your voice was shaking, unsure of this whole situation at hand.Â
But Mr Wayne steps closer to you, placing one hand on your right shoulder. âYou are not just a common girl. Youâre Batgirl. You are my pride and joy, and itâs time for me to finally show the world how amazing you are and that you are finally ready to join the Justice League.âÂ
Your ears perked up at that. Even if he seemed cold outside, Mr Wayne always knew the right words and timing to comfort you. That was all you needed to know to be sure that you were needed for this mission, and there was no mistake.Â
At the same time, Mr. Wayne pulls Changmin towards him so he is now hugging you two. âBatman could always use some good sidekicks by his side, and tonight is the night.âÂ
Finally, he breaks off the hug and puts on his stern face, which the public has grown familiar with.Â
âWe leave tonight in two hours. Gear up, kids.â

It took Alfred less than an hour to figure out the exact coordinates of the exact location where the drug trafficking was taking place. Thanks to that, the three of you immediately hopped into the batmobile and eventually reached your destination within 15 minutes.Â
After parking the vehicle somewhere undetected, all three of you used your batclaw to get yourselves up to the higher ground, now examining the entire base area of operation with your own eyes.Â
The area was an abandoned factory, where the men had begun unloading the bags filled with heroin. A few individuals stood out as they possessed a walkie-talkie around their hips, indicating that they were responsible for giving orders and communicating.Â
Upon closer inspection, all of the trucks used were freezer trucksâ all embedded with the Wayne Enterprises logo all over the exterior of all 30 trucks. There was no doubt they could bypass the security borders, and it was very bold and cunning for them to do so as well.
âThere is no way Iâll let them tarnish your name, Mr Wayne. This is all a sick joke.â Changmin said furiously, already ready to hop into action.Â
âEasy now, Robin. Let us establish our roles before going into action without a plan.â You stopped your friend by placing your hand on his chest.Â
âBatgirlâs right. Now, listen to me, you two. As this operation is way too dangerous, there is no way Iâm letting you both step close to The Joker himself, did I make myself clear?âÂ
Mr Wayne immediately turned his direction to Changmin, knowing fully how he would definitely be the type to act all mighty and head straight for The Jokerâs head. But given the situation and the look in Mr Wayneâs eyes, Changmin had no choice but to obey his commands if he wished to return home in one piece.Â
âI will be the one whoâs going to go for the psychopath. I need you two to clear out all of the thugs and workers here. Once youâre done, contact Alfred and he will let you two know on what to do with the large amount of drugs. If you ever come across The Joker, donât engage. Call me and Iâll be there as soon as I can.âÂ
With that, Batman gives a pat on both of your shoulders, extends out his cape, and flies all the way downâtaking down several henchmen at once and quickly making his way down into the basement, where The Joker would most definitely be.Â
âAlright, Robin. Youâre the senior here. Tell me what to do.â You nudged Changminâs shoulder, waiting for his reply.Â
He smiled at you and crossed his arms before filling you in with his plan. âOkay, Junior. Listen and watch. You and I will clear off the thugs from the main entrance first, and then weâll hack into the system and get in to deal with the rest. Iâll leave the hacking to you as the computer wizz of the team.âÂ
âSounds like a plan.âÂ
Within seconds, both of you extended your capes and flew all the way down, both taking down a thug at a time. Immediately, the enemy noticed your presence, and about 20 men seemingly emerged from the shadowsâall armed with baseball bats, ready to knock you both out.
But 20 was just a number as you both were skilled in martial artsâit was only a matter of time before you two eventually defeated them all to clear the pathway to access the main door. You immediately took out your remote hacking device to open the main door, and within seconds you succeeded. It was Batgirlâs forte, after all.Â
As the door pried open, there were more who had been expecting your arrival. Some of them were equipped with shotguns and snipers this time, but that didnât bother you both that much. Working together with Changmin, each of you took one side of the hall, landing a punch or kick to knock these bad boys out.Â
Huh. This wasnât as difficult or dangerous as Batman had mentioned. Now why wouldâ
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt a bullet graze through your shoulders. It definitely stung and blood was now oozing out slowly as you clutch onto your open wound with your hands. You were turning around to see who was the culprit behind this.Â
Suddenly, you felt your limbs start to go numb, and you immediately collapsed onto the cold solid ground.Â
Whatâs happening? Why is my body aching all of a sudden?Â
Still trying your best to look around your surroundings, you were starting to feel your eyelids drop, which was a very bad sign.Â
No. No. Batgirl! Stay focused!Â
Finally, your eyes fall on one individual who stands out from the rest of the crowd. As the individual slowly made their way towards you, you noticed how the other thugs had begun to back off, making out a pathway for the individual to come to you without having any obstructions in their way.Â
That green hair. That pale white skin. And those horrendous blood-red lips.
Joker.
âMy my, who do we have here for company tonight? Huh, seems like Iâve got a new visitor in town!â It was that sinister voice all of you have grown accustomed to. God, he was now right in front of you, squatting down while placing his pistol right onto your skull, which was the weapon you assumed he had just used to shoot that bullet that grazed you a minute ago.
âGood heavens, if it isnât the infamous Batgirl that has been the talk of the town! It seems that Batman can no longer contain his little one and finally let her out of the cave!â
As taunting as his demeanour and voice were, you were still struggling and fighting with yourself to keep yourself awake and not fall into his trap while trying to figure out an escape plan or counterattack right back at the madman himself. The Joker constantly pressed the tip of the pistol into your skull, applying slightly more pressure each time he did it.Â
Batgirl⊠please⊠do somethingâÂ
âStay away from her!!âÂ
Both you and The Joker dart your eyes in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, you find Changmin just a few meters away from you now, holding a shuriken in both hands, aiming towards the madman himself.Â
âIf it isnât my favourite superhero boy, Robin! How have you been, my dear, it has certainly been a while since we last met.âÂ
Changmin wasnât interested in playing games with The Joker and he immediately cut to the chase. âWhat have you done to her.âÂ
âOh no, nothing much. Just loaded my trustworthy pistol with some infused poison bullets. And your poor girlfriend seemed to have taken a close shot of it, so she is unable to move now.â This time, The Joker grabs a chunk of your hair and pulls them up aggressively, which was where you were also pulled up from the ground against your will.Â
Both of you remembered Batmanâs warnings to never engage with The Joker and to contact him immediately. But there was a problemâyou were wounded, and you both were now surrounded by tons of thugs around you, with the madman himself threatening your life at this point. If only you werenât poisoned, perhaps you both could have pulled something off quickly to distract him and contact Batman immediately. But you were stuck, and there was no way Changmin would take his eyes off you, especially when The Joker was right in front of you, having full control over you now.
Changminâs tut was visible and loud enough for you to hear even meters away, and you knew you both were stuck big time.Â
âTic toc, tic toc. Robin. I might as well just fire the fatal blow into Batgirlâs skull if you keep standing there!â The Joker taunted, and immediately he was loading his pistol again, getting ready to fire this time.Â
In a flash, Changmin aimed and threw one of his shurikens at The Joker, and he quickly made his way towards him, landing a punch right into his abdomen and then quickly picking you up and moving to higher ground.Â
âYouâve gotten a little heavier, havenât you?â Changmin teased; clearly, he was panting.Â
âPlease⊠not the time, Changmin. Weâve got to contact Mr Wayne now.âÂ
âHah.. right.âÂ
Just as he was about to ring Mr Wayne, Changmin immediately felt an excruciating pain, and his entire body felt numb. Within seconds, his grip loosened around you and he fell back to the ground. You were now trying to understand what was happening when you realised that The Joker fired that shot right into Changminâs back. And now, he was poisoned as well.Â
âWell, what did I say, kiddos! Youâve got to make a decision quickly before I land that shot! Oh, donât worry, Batgirl. The poison is not enough to kill Robin immediatelyâhe will die a slow and painful death instead.â The Joker and his thugs were slowly approaching Changmin, and you were all alone on the higher grounds, having to witness this scene helplessly.Â
That was when you finally received a transmission from Batman.
âYou two, change of plans! Iâm going to blow the entire place up. Both of you get out of there immediately!âÂ
Within seconds, bombs began to detonate one by one, and the abandoned factory was now slowly collapsing. It was chaos, and everyone was running around frantically while trying to escape as best as possible.Â
You tried your best to push yourself back up, supporting yourself with the pillar right beside you. Equipping your batclaw, you have decided to swing back down to get Changmin out of there.Â
But you were too late, for The Joker was now grabbing Changmin by the shoulder, seemingly backing off to enter back into the abandoned factory.Â
âIt seems that this operation has failed, and I am not having one of you escape alive, that is!âÂ
âNO!!!âÂ
You ran towards them, but the next thing that happened, the final explosion blew you away, and all you could hear was a siren. You tried to keep your eyes open, and all you could see was the entire factory up in flames, not a single human in sight. Before you passed out, you could vaguely make out a black figure approaching you, your mentor.Â
And what happened after all of that was then a blur.Â

It has been a week since that fateful incident.Â
When you have jolted awake from your slumber, you find yourself on the operating table back down in the Wayne Manor. Youâve had an oxygen mask placed over your mouth, with some IV drips inserted into your arms. How long has it been since then?Â
Just as you are about to stand up, Alfred makes his way into the room while passing you a tray of food to fill up your hunger.Â
And that was when you remembered the events that happened.Â
You begged to know the details but Alfred remained silent, not wanting to speak up just yet. But eventually, youâve managed to get him to spill the tea, and you wish you couldâve taken it all back instead.
After the explosion, Batman was the one who scooped you up, took you back into his batmobile and brought you back to Alfred immediately. He tried his best to search for Changmin and The Joker amidst the blazing inferno, but all he could find was a piece of fabric from Changminâs outfit and from The Joker, which could only mean the worst.Â
You screamed. You placed your head down into both of your hands and began screaming frantically. In order to save you, he took on the bullet, knowing very well that The Joker was planning to aim it at you. That explained why he turned his back towards the madman back then to shield you from taking another shot of the poisoned bullet.Â
Mr Wayne did not take it well either. He secluded himself in his room for days and wouldnât step out from it, even when the league called multiple times to ask for updates regarding the case. It was all up to Alfred to take up the job in his presence.Â
But the days then passed into a week, and now all three of you were standing in the pouring rain of Gotham Cementary, overlooking the newly carved headstone that read your partners-in-crimeâs name and span of life.Â
How badly youâve wished that all this was a terrible nightmare, and you begged anyone to put some sense into you and wake you up from this bad dream. As much as you pinched yourself, it surely was a reality. You dropped down onto your knees, resting your head on the headstone, crying your heart out loud.Â
Why did it have to be you? Why did it have to be this particular mission? Just. Why?Â
Mr Wayne and Alfred said nothing as they stood in the rain with their eyes closed, not wanting to accept reality either. Countless thoughts were also going through their mind, along with the guilt and sadnessâthe same emotions that you were feeling.Â
But what pains you the most wasnât his passing; it was how youâve never got to confess your love for him after all these years.

Year 2X47 â 5 years later
It was your usual routine as you were back down in the training station once again, both of your fists tied up with the usual white bandages as you landed one punch after another onto the punching bag. You have always loved to keep yourself busyâalways finding the time to improve your skills whenever you had some time to spare in the Wayne Manor and Batcave.Â
It surely hasnât been easy since that fateful day five years ago. Since then, Batman has forbidden you from taking on any missions involving The Jokerâquite frankly, you were thankful for in one way or another. There was no way you couldâve forgotten about what happened then so easily and faced the psychopathic killer himself. Instead, you were left with crimes that the GCPD occasionally required some assistance with.Â
You had to thank the GCPD for even requesting your help. Otherwise, you wouldâve rotted away in the comforts of your room and sulked for years. At least fighting crime and assisting them was also a way to keep your mind busy and away from all of the negative thoughts.Â
Just as you were done with your training, you heard a sudden ping from your earpiece; it was from Alfred.Â
âBatgirl, report to the control room immediately, please.âÂ
Once you have gotten the message, you quickly put all of the equipment away and shut down the room. You hoped that the mission for tonight was something worthwhile. Â

You were baffled, to say the least, when you approached the computer screen. It wasnât from the GCPD tonight but from the league. Since Batman was away at the moment, you had no choice but to step in for Mr Wayne.Â
Accepting the call, the screen immediately opens with Superman on screenâeven he was surprised that you would answer the call. But there was no time to waste and he eventually cut to the chase.Â
âJoker is back in town and he is plotting another major catastrophe that could bring the entire Gotham City down. He is planning to eliminate the GCPD and take over the city.âÂ
What a jokester the madman himself sure is.Â
âBut I am aware from the last mission that youâve had that Bruce forbids you to step close to The Joker himself. With Bruce being away to deal with some league missions, Iâm afraid the only person I could turn to in Gotham City is you.âÂ
Well, that was true. It has always been the three of you in Gotham City. Now, only the two of you were in the picture since Robinâs passing. It was up to you to take on the job or not.Â
You have definitely shown some hesitation there, and given your facial expressions, it was clear that you needed some time to think about it. Superman then decides to give you at least ten minutes to make the decision and he hangs up the call.Â
One thing is for sure: Alfred was against you going alone alone on this mission. With the absence of Batman, there was nobody who was going to be your sidekick this time.Â
If only Robin were still alive, that is.
Alfredâs feelings were valid and understandable, especially when he has been concerned about your well-being since that day. He has also been your father figure, just as Mr Wayne had done all these years.Â
But if no superhero was available in Gotham City, you were practically left with no choice but to face your worst nightmare. You gave yourself a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself that it was about time to overcome your fearâit was time to face the madman himself while putting closure to all of this.Â
You made a promise to Alfred that you would always keep in close contact with him by constantly sending him transmissions to let him know each and every single one of your movements. And this time, you will immediately retreat if youâve sensed danger or threat to your life.Â
You were definitely not taking risks anymore especially facing the psychopath himself all alone.Â
Returning the call to Superman, you huffed and closed your eyes before opening them once again to stand firm on your decision.
âSend me the coordinates of the location.â

You arrived quickly at the designated location on one of the rooftops of the nearby buildings, which gave you a clear look at the GCPD. Just as Superman has stated, the police department was in an awful stateâcountless windows were broken through and there were plenty of hostages within the building. These hostages also included the policemen themselves.Â
You knew you would definitely not act hastily, given the current situation. It was just youâyouâre all alone in this madness. You had to think carefully about your next plan of action if you wished to keep all of the hostages and yourself alive, that is.Â
With that, you took out your binoculars to scope out which floor would be the best for you to infiltrateâthe fourth floor. Using your batclaw, you aimed at the balcony of the building and swung away into the floor itselfâcrashing into the glass windows while taking down the few thugs that were stationed there. It wasnât too hard for you to find the lighting control panel which you used your remote hacking device to crack the code open and shut down the lights from the entire building. That way, youâre able to roam around without being detected easily.Â
Quickly jumping and breaking down the glass tiles from the current floor onto the ground, you managed to take down the thugs one by one by doing so undetected. Once that was out of the way, you freed the hostages by cutting through the ropes they were bound with using your batarang.Â
âThe Joker is on the top floor with Commissioner Gordon. Please be careful, Batgirl.â One of the officers warned you.
Taking that down mentally, you slowly made your way up to the top floor, eliminating all enemies that were in your way.Â
Eventually, youâve come face-to-face with The Joker while the commissioner is tied onto a wooden chair. But something felt different.Â
The Joker himself was wearing a clown mask over his face. Why did he decide to do so? Was it because he was wounded from a previous crime spree he was on? Or did Batman manage to land a blow on one of his missions?Â
âWell, what do we have here? If it isnât the infamous Batgirl! It has been a few years, sweetheart. Itâs a pleasure to be able to see you again in person.âÂ
Even the voice sounded different somehow.
âWhat is your purpose, Joker. Why even consider taking over the GCPD.âÂ
He chuckled. âOh, honey. Iâll be a dear and tell you why, hmm?âÂ
He walked closer to you and you couldnât help but take a few steps back. Eventually, he stops about a few centimetres apart from you and bends down to be at eye-level with you.Â
âI do very bad things honey, and I do them very well. And nobody is going to stop me because they fear me, and I fear nothing. So I will gladly take on any chances I can get in this beloved city of yours and turn the tables around, doesnât it sound tempting?âÂ
Not wanting to hear his sick jokes anymore, you quickly balled up your fist and landed a punch directly onto his face, but his hands were quick enough to grab hold of your fist, stopping your tracks.Â
Since when did The Joker have such great agility?Â
âSeemed like someoneâs been working on their reflexes since we last met, havenât we.â The Joker taunted before trying to grab hold of this pistol behind his hips and aimed the bullet at you. He shot a few times, but each time you dodged them to the best of your ability as you were constantly running around the room.Â
Once you were at a distance between you and he was, you took out your batclaw and aimed it at the pistol, which you managed to bring it over to your sideâloaded it before pulling the trigger and aiming at the mask he was wearing.Â
Sure enough, one of the bullets managed to penetrate through the mask and it was surprisingly way more sturdier than it was. It managed to form a small crack, but the blow was not enough. Perhaps your only choice was to have a close combat range, and you would either take it off or destroy it to find out who is really behind that mask.Â
It took a while before you managed to come close to The Joker as he was shooting you from afar. Once youâve done so, you managed to grab hold of his arm that was holding the pistol and punched right through the mask. Youâve succeeded in destroying it with your brute strength in one blow.Â
But you wished that you couldâve taken it back.
Whatever that youâve just seen was horrifying, and you were in absolute shock and denial.
Thereâs no way. It absolutely canât be.Â
He⊠but heâsâŠ
âCha-ChangminâŠ?â You stuttered, and your eyes widened. You thought you were hallucinating. That canât be. He died 5 years ago, and you and Mr Wayne were there to witness it all.Â
Is this some sort of joke? A reincarnation? Another bad joke from the real Joker himself?Â
You backed away, and so did he. You could tell that it was fine for now, and he wasnât going to shoot because he seemed as baffled as you were. As much as you want to pinch yourself to wake you up from this bad dream, you notice his sincere eyes. One that youâve always loved since you both met at the slumps.Â
Unbeknownst to him, a single tear drop eventually fell onto his face, ruining the white makeup that he had got on him. He gently raised his hands and touched it, looking bewildered as if he had no idea what was happening.Â
You did what you thought was best at the moment, taking a step closer and reassuring him that it was all alright and how much everyone had missed him.
How much youâve missed him, to be exact.Â
âChangminâŠâÂ
âDonât come any closer. Please⊠stay away from me!â He protested, taking several steps back to keep a distance from you. He then placed one of his hands on the side of his head as if he remembered somethingâor rather, it actually triggered something within him. His pupils were now shaking, and you desperately wanted to help and hold him close to you.Â
Then, you both heard footsteps coming up the stairs, which meant your alone time was up. The officers were bound to capture The Joker and place him behind bars for good this time.Â
Just then, Changmin regained his composure and aimed his pistol directly at you. Before loading the gun, he said one last sentence to you.
âThe person you once knew me as has died.âÂ
With that, he pulled the trigger but he missed his shot. Instead, it landed on one of the window latches and it broke apartâgiving him the immediate escape route as he ran and jumped out of the building. You stood there, baffled by the situation, while the officers had now filled the room scanning for signs of The Joker.Â
Commissioner Gordon approached you, thanking you for saving his and his comrades' lives. He also reassured you that they will be keeping track of The Jokerâs movements and keep you updated with anything.
But only one thing filled your mind and you needed answers desperately.Â
Changmin was alive this whole time. But how?

You quickly made your return to the Batcave and immediately approached Alfred. You needed to know that whatever answersâeven the tiniest detail, could help you solve the puzzle.Â
Alfred was quiet at the beginning, debating on the right words to tell you the truth at this point. Apparently, Batman has found out about this a year prior, knowing very well that Changmin was alive and well, and has somehow taken the persona of The Joker. But according to Alfred, Mr Wayne was still looking for answers about how it had all ended up this way.
As much as you were furious about not knowing this earlier, there was no way you couldâve blamed it on Alfred. He was simply following Mr Wayneâs orders, and that was to keep you away from anything relating to the madman himself.Â
âFine. Then tell me where Mr Wayne is, and Iâll confront him myself.â
âThatâs the thing, miss Y/N. Master Wayne has been on a league mission for the past few weeks, but I havenât heard from him. I myself have been trying to track down his coordinates but to no avail.âÂ
Now that was strange. Disappearing for quite a while wasnât deemed unusual in Mr Wayneâs books. But more than a week? That was definitely a red flag, and someone must look into this matter.Â
Taking in a deep sigh as you were overwhelmed with everything happening, you calmed yourself down and spoke to Alfred in a low voice.Â
âIâll find the answers to all of them.â

You decided to head back to the rooftops of GCPD, where the Batsignal was located. Commissioner Gordon often used it to signal to summon the Bat Family whenever they needed help. But it seemed as if the searchlight was destroyed and torn apartârevealing that whoever had done this definitely held a grudge against you and your squad.Â
You did contemplate using it to reach out to Batman, but with this option down, you were now back to square one.Â
If Alfred cannot contact Mr Wayne through transmissions, then you wouldnât stand a chance either.Â
God. Think, Batgirl. Thereâs got to be a way to contactâ
âIt seemed as if the rumours were true after all.âÂ
You were startled by the sudden voice coming from behind you. As a common reflex, you immediately throw a punch towards the individualâs faceâonly to be stopped by their hand grabbing onto your fist. Once you got a glimpse of who it was, your eyes widened.Â
âNightwing.âÂ
âAh, I see you have heard about me before. Then that saves up the trouble of having to introduce myself. Also, sorry about startling you. Itâs my fault.â
As both of you backed down and composed yourselves, you finally got a good look at the individual standing before you. He was tall and definitely well-built (a little too well-built to your liking actually); he wore a black with some outlines of a blue suit and a domino mask. Even through the mask, he was a pretty darn good-looking individual.Â
âOgling at my beauty during our first meeting already?â He teased.
âAre all Robins meant to be this flirty?â You shot back. He chuckled and his voice somehow lightens up the mood for a bit.Â
âAh, so you knew about my backstory.âÂ
âWell, I learned about you through the files Mr Wayne kept in his office a decade ago. Consider that a time when I will snooping around his stuff because I was curious about many things.âÂ
âBruce definitely has loads of secrets that he keeps from others, alright.â He shook his head, thinking that his former mentor was still the same old individual he had known for many decades.Â
As far as you know, Nightwing was the first Robin and has worked alongside Batman for many years, even longer than you and Changmin ever did. He was a former circus acrobat when he was younger, so his skills and agility had to be one of the toughest Gotham Cityâor rather, the league has ever seen. At one point, you have once heard that the league has appointed him to look over the younger superheroes, the Teen Titans, from time to time. So he has got plenty of things on his hands to deal with.Â
But there was one question that has pondered you for long enough. One that you knew you could never ask Mr Wayne and Alfred themselves because they definitely werenât comfortable bringing up this topic.Â
Nightwing somehow knew this topic would come up eventually, and he decided to indulge in your curiosity for the time being. Leaning back towards the headlight, he crossed his arms and told you about his backstory.
âTo begin with, Bruce had taken me in ever since my parentâs murder when I was 8. He trained me to be a soldier, his sidekick and Iâve never left his side for 20 years. But you know what they sayâwhen the time comes for the baby birds to leave the nest, then there is no explanation needed.âÂ
âSo you left willingly?â You questioned.
âIn a way, yeah. Now I mainly patrol crimes in BlĂŒdhaven, occasionally returning to Gotham City to assist Bruce and the team if needed. Commissioner Gordon seems to really enjoy my company after all.âÂ
The way he spoke lit up the mood, and you could tell how he was definitely worth being the first Robin. Anyone would agree on how behind that jovial and friendly smile he possessed, he could be one of the most feared individuals on the battlefield.Â
Given that he was trained by the one and only Bruce Wayne himself, he has then gained insane human strength, speed, agility, and even reflexes. He was definitely the type you would want to anger the leastâotherwise, you would definitely find yourself being killed by the 50,000 volts of Escrima Sticks that he always carried on his back.Â
If a superhero like him is back in Gotham City during such a right timing, you assume heâs probably back for the same reason as you did, more or less.
âSay, are you perhaps back for The Joker?â
âYeah, but thereâs more to that. The Justice League has contacted me to investigate Bruceâs disappearance as they couldnât contact him for a week now.âÂ
Disappearance? Now thatâs new for you. You knew that he was away for some league missions, but never would you have thought that he would actually disappear.Â
Could he have done it himself for an unspecified reason? Or worse, has Mr Wayne fallen into the traps of the enemy?Â
Now that is something you definitely have to look into as wellâbecause finding him would be the key to knowing about Changminâs faked death for the past several years.Â
âCount me in, Nightwing.âÂ
âWoah, slow down Batgirl. What makes you think you would wanna come along with me?âÂ
âWell, for one, the current Joker is somehow the former Robin that we all thought he died. But Iâve just encountered him days prior, and he is very much alive and well. And I need answers.â You firmly stated, and you did not take no for an answer. Clearly, Nightwing had sensed that in you and knew there was no point in convincing you otherwise.
âHmm, this seems more like a romantic couple reunion situation to me.â He teased.
He wasnât wrong though.Â
âHeâs family and I deserve to know, Nightwing. Please.â You emphasised the last word while taking a few steps closer to him as you stared into his eyes.Â
He looked at you for a few seconds before he eventually put on a smile. He gently laid his hands on your head and patted you. âAlright, girlie. Letâs figure out where would be the best place to look for them.âÂ
Just when he finished his statement, a radio transmission was sent in through his earpiece, and he shared one of them with you to hear the message.
âReports have stated that there were sightings of The Joker near the ports, and he has gotten several hostages with him. All officers on duty, please report to the site at once!âÂ
âThen thatâs where weâre headed, sweetheart.âÂ
Immediately, you got your batclaw out, ready to start swinging across the buildings to head to your destination. You looked at Nightwing in confusion as he stood there and stretched his muscles.
âWell, arenât you leaving too?âÂ
âOh no, you get to the location first. Donât worry, Iâll catch up in no time. I was a former acrobat, after all. Donât need no batclaw to swing around buildings.â He winked, and you rolled your eyes back slightly as you started to get used to his flirty remarks.Â
Before you made your move, he spoke to you one last time before you two were to part ways for a bit.Â
âCall me, Sangyeon. Itâs much better than repeating my superhero name all the time.â

Just as you reached the port's entrance, Gotham City had to start a heavy downpour, making the situation much worse.Â
But it wasnât something you werenât used to since you have been in such conditions before on several missions. However, since the motive tonight was to find both Changmin and Mr Wayne, you couldnât help but feel nervous, something that you havenât experienced in a while.Â
At least not since that fateful day 5 years ago.Â
Shaking your thoughts away, you calmed yourself down and reminded yourself that the hostages come first, then family.Â
You ran to the gates but saw that they were already hacked open. Just then, Sangyeon jumps down from one of the higher buildings and places his hands on one of your shoulders.Â
âThey donât call me a hacking wizard for nothing.âÂ
âWell, guess I have a rival in this field of work now.â You chuckled.Â
âAlright, letâs go.âÂ
As you both entered the ports, a group of thugs were already on standby, as if they were expecting your arrival hours ago. Each of them was armed with a weapon, ready to put up a fight.Â
Sangyeon then gets both of his Escrima Sticks out from his back and positions himself in his offensive state.Â
âWanna see the famous Nightwing himself in action?âÂ
âJust be careful out there.â You replied.Â
âAlways have been.âÂ
As soon as the thugs began charging towards your direction, the both of you did the same, beginning to take down the enemies one by one.Â
It seemed that Sangyeon wasnât all talk and thought highly about himself because youâve now witnessed how skilled and quick he is at combat with your own eyes. He could take out at least 4 at once, leaving no room for them to retaliate. None of them stood a chance against the superhero himselfâquite frankly, he could handle them all on his own if needed.Â
You have definitely improved from 5 years ago too. You were now much quicker and your skills have upped a levelâhandling several enemies simultaneously. With the new gadgets that Alfred has equipped you with, you definitely found it a lot easier to deal with the enemies and not just entirely rely on pure brute strength.Â
Within 10 minutes, both of you have successfully wiped out the entire thugs, and they were all lying lifelessly on the ground, allowing you to move on to find the hostages.Â
âWell, arenât you a rather good fighter yourself, Batgirl.â Sangyeon was surely impressed with the way you presented yourself tonight.Â
âNow thatâs flattering coming from the former Robin himself.â You counterbacked, and you earned a laugh from the man himself.Â
âThis isnât over yet, Y/N. There are definitely more thugs lurking around the area. I suggest we split up and take on each side, and Iâll let you know if I come up with anything.âÂ
âSounds like a plan.âÂ
âLet me know if you need help, okay? Youâre not in this alone.âÂ
Thanks, Sangyeon. It means a lot. âIâll contact you soon.âÂ
Splitting up, you decided to take on the right side of the ports, defeating the thugs in your way as you slowly made your way through. Eventually, you found hostages along your way, and you freed them by using your batclaw to cut through the ropes they were tied up with, and they ran to their safety towards the GCPD at the front entrance.Â
Finally, you have reached the last destination that you couldâve scooped out for any remaining hostages, the lighthouse.Â
Fingers crossed, you were mentally praying before making the move that Changmin would be there.Â

It seemed that you had deduced your theory correctly, and sure enough, he was thereâholding up several hostages, ready to throw them down into the deep, freezing ocean.Â
âCHANGMIN STOP!!â You screamed, and that got his attention.
He turned back to look at you, and his eyes widened upon the contact. It was you again; this time, he wasnât wearing a mask anymore.Â
It seemed as if he hadn't recovered from the encounter days prior because he was beginning to malfunction again, and how badly you just wanted to help him by taking him back for good now.Â
âPlease⊠Changmin. Let us talk. Please, talk to me about it.â You begged, and unknowingly tears began to form in your eyes.Â
Immediately, he dropped the hostages down onto the concrete floor, and they quickly ran for it. His attention was now entirely on you, eyes widened while trying to make sense of everything.
âY/N⊠I⊠All these years later⊠I canâtâŠâÂ
âNo Changmin. You can, and you will come back to us.âÂ
Come back to me.
âWhat have I done? Iâm⊠Iâm a monster now, a terrifying criminal and psychopath. Iâm beyond saving.â He now stares down at his bloodied, shaking hands, and his speech begins to stammer.Â
âNo, you just need to press reset. And we will help with that.âÂ
Let me help you.Â
âWhy? Why, Y/N? After all these years and everything?â Tears were now beginning to form in his as well, and he was trying his best to hold them back.
âBecause I love you and have always been after all these years.âÂ
You were now slowly taking one step at a time closer to him, and he slowly did the same but backwards.Â
âY/N⊠No, you canât.âÂ
âI can and I will. I have longed for you endlessly, and I always find myself coming back to you, even if you are no longer Robin.âÂ
âThatâs not true.âÂ
âIt is. And I will prove it to you.âÂ
Changmin was now pinned against the guardrails of the lighthouse and he was stuck with nowhere to run. You were now standing right in front of himâcentimetres apart, when you gently laid your palms onto both sides of his face, slowly rubbing away the white makeup that sat on his face.Â
He then looks down at you, standing motionless before muttering a quiet: âI warn you. Iâll break your heart.âÂ
You smiled back at him. âI know you more than you know yourself, cowboy. Fill me more with that dangerous love of yoursâthereâs nothing Batgirl canât take on anyways.âÂ
With that, you quickly took Changmin into your embrace, and the tears that formed within his eyes began to drip down slowly.Â
Yes, Changmin. Iâm here now. I will protect you from all of this madnessâÂ
That short-lived moment was then interrupted abruptly as that familiar chilling voice from years ago started to haunt you.
âMy my, what do we have here? A little family reunion, isnât it?âÂ
Both of you turned behind to see the real Joker standing in front of you, with a syringe containing a rather intriguing green liquid, while having a group of thugs behind him.Â
You and Changmin were now cornered, and there was no way to escape. It seemed as if history was repeating itself.Â
âDamn, I guess the dose wasnât enough for that Robin boy to take on my persona fully. I guess the test was an ultimate failure.â He was now flicking the syringe bottle; his eyes were now entirely on you.Â
âHmm.. maybe another test subject would be worth trying out⊠someone whose name rhymes with Batgirl.âÂ
The Joker was taunting you and moving closer to you now. You had to think of something quickly because clearly, Changmin was in no state of fighting back. You could use one of your gadgets for close-range combat, but given the number of enemies you were up against, there was only a 50% success rate.Â
Maybe I could use a smoke bomb to distract them while I think of something real quickâ
âBatgirl!! Dodge and leave right now! Trust me!!âÂ
That voice. It was Sangyeon. You quickly redirected your attention to the opposite building across the lighthouse. He was now equipped with several explosive batarangs, and is now aiming towards your direction. Once he let go and threw them towards you, you quickly grabbed Changmin and jumped straight down into the cold, freezing ocean.
As soon as you both touched down into the waters, the explosion went off and the parts of the lighthouse came crumbling down along with the enemies that were on it.Â
Before you knew it, both of you were slowly beginning to lose air before finally being fully engulfed by the ocean waves.

It has been a few days since that encounter with The Joker himself at the port. When you dived into the ocean, you tried your best to swim towards the shore while carrying Changmin with youâdespite the constant moments where the ocean waves would engulf you both while trying to swim back up again. As soon as you reached dry land, you immediately passed out before seeing Sangyeon coming to both of your rescue.
When you finally came to, you were left with just a few minor scratches and nothing major. You demanded to know where Changmin was and eventually found it lying on the operation tableâthe same one you were lying on 5 years ago. An oxygen mask was attached around his face, along with an IV drip by the side.Â
According to Alfred, it seemed that Changmin was systematically subjected to a wide range of shock therapy and torture over the few years that he was captured alive by the psychopath himself. Eventually, Joker decided to take things a step ahead and injected various serums into his body, eventually leading to his breakdown. Hence, he decided to let Changmin take over his identity for a period of time while he went into hiding.
It was definitely a lot and hard to take in for you. You couldnât imagine how brutal it was for Changmin over the past few years, all wounded and injured from that fateful day, only to be taken back to The Jokerâs lair and left to experience all of the barbaric tortures he had up his sleeve.Â
You stood right at the windows of the operating room, placing your hand on it while trying your best to hold back your tears. This went on for a few daysâit was best to let him rest after all.
Sangyeon was staying for a while as he was still on the mission to track down Mr Wayneâs location, and he would often check up on you as well, ensuring you that Changmin would be alright and he would wake up real soon.Â
All you could do at this point was hope for the best and that Changmin would return to his usual self when he woke.Â

The bright glaring lights blinded Changminâs eyes as he finally struggled to open them up. Once he has finally adjusted his sight, he tries to make sense of his surroundings.Â
He was back at the Batcaveâall patched up and had an IV drip right into his arms. He tried turning his head around, trying to take in everything as he struggled to regain his memory.Â
And that was when he remembered that the both of you were up at the lighthouse, desperately trying to escape The Joker.Â
Almost immediately after that thought, a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly as he tried to sit up from his bed.Â
It was you whom he had been longing to see.Â
God, how much he had missed your embrace. Your scent, the warmth you gave, and your bright, bubbly persona that radiates whenever you are around him.Â
And now heâs back to witness it all close-up.Â
He returned the hug to you, squeezing a little tightly and clinging onto you for dear life. He wouldnât let you go anytime soon, and he wants to savour the moment and make it up to you after being away for years. He slowly turned his head to take the sweet strawberry scent of your hairâah, you were still using his favourite shampoo. He couldnât help but to also rest his lips on your scalp as well.Â
âChangmin⊠I donât even know where to beginâŠâ You muffled since you were squeezed into his big muscular chest.
âLetâs just stay like this for a while, hmm?âÂ
Silence. But it wasnât awkward in the slightest bit. Instead, you both appreciated itâa lot was happening in both of your minds.Â
Heâs back. He was back in his comfort zone, former residence, and home.Â
You were his home.Â
There were just so many things he regretted back then too, how he wasnât able to save you and ended up being held captive and tortured by The Joker himself. Most importantly, he regretted that he couldnât tell you how he felt about you, especially when he had seen you more than just a friend and sidekick for years.Â
But now that he was alive and back in the game, it was his chance.Â
Gently grabbing your shoulders, he pushes you away so that you look at him deep into his eyes. He takes in a big breath before he decides to spill the beans. What he didnât expect was that you spat out the same exact thing that has been lingering on his mind, word by word.Â
âSo uh, I thought you should know that Iâve had feelings for you for years now.â You both said at the same time. It took a few seconds for the both of you to process what the hell actually happened before bursting out in loud laughter.Â
âGee, Y/N. And I thought it has been one-sided for years, and all those flirty remarks Iâve made were just for show, and my efforts have gone down the drain.âÂ
âWell, Iâm pleased to tell you those flirty remarks worked.âÂ
You both giggled before Changmin decided to press on. âSo when did this lovey-dovey feeling start?âÂ
âMaybe around when I was 12?âÂ
âHah! I win. Iâve liked you ever since you came into the slumps.âÂ
âThat isnât a victory, Changmin. It just shows how whipped you have always been and how easily you actually fall in love with someone.âÂ
âHey, it's not my fault when my love interest is actually a rockstar who excels at everything she does. Mind you, she is the best computer wizz Iâve ever seen with that long luscious brown hair of hers.âÂ
âYeah, youâre insufferable.â You huffed.Â
âBut admit it, you like it.â He winked back at you, causing you to slap him on the chest while rolling your eyes back.Â
It was when he decided to lean in a bit closer while gently placing his fingers around your chin, lifting your face so that he could see you clearly.Â
âSince my princess literally saved my life, it is time for her prince charming to return the favour, no?âÂ
You gave him a confused look. âWhatever are you planning, Mr. Ji Changmin.âÂ
âSomething that starts with the letter K.âÂ
He then swipes his finger on your lips to feel those luscious, juicy lips once before crashing his onto yours. And he was right all these years, after allâon how good they tasted, and it was definitely a kiss that was worth the wait and savouring.Â
You didnât reject it at all and proceeded to adjust your position so that it was easier to ease into the kiss. Tilting both of your heads to grant more entrance while your fingers moved up into his hair, Changmin did the same while his other hand rested on your waist.Â
How badly he wished to stay like this forever. To kiss you, hold you tight, and never let go nor fail you again. He made a promise to himself this time that he was definitely not going to repeat the same mistake, and he was no longer going to hurt anyone else.
Including you.
The intense moment was abruptly cut short by a low grunt coming from behind. It was Sangyeon.
âWell, it seems as if I have chosen the wrong timing, havenât I?âÂ
Oh, how badly you knew he somehow did it on purpose. You were definitely going to make him pay real soon.
Changmin being innocent, brushes him off and asks if something was the matter (since, technically, he hasnât encountered how flirty he could be).Â
âIâm here to ask you about Bruce. Iâm sure you have some information that is worth hearing about.â Sangyeon then crossed his arms, and immediately his facial expression shifted, and you both knew well that it was time to get back into business.Â
Once Alfred came to ensure that Changmin could continue his daily routine as usual, Sangyeon immediately cut to the chase and began pressing on the topic of importance.Â
âIt was definitely a recent thing, I would say. The Joker tortured me for a few years before finally making me into his other half to take over his dirty job for him while he disappeared into thin air. And it was recently when I actually saw how he was dragging a body down into the basement of his lair. If it aligns with what you have in mind, then Iâm sure it is worth checking it out.âÂ
All of you pondered what Changmin said. It could be Mr Wayne who was under the hands of The Joker at the moment. According to Sangyeon, there have been reports of sightings of the man on the most recent site where Mr Wayne was last seen.Â
âSo that would be the first place for us to look at, I suppose?â Changmin questioned.
âSupposedly, yes,â Sangyeon answered bluntly.Â
Just as all of you would start gearing up to head out to the place of interest, the batcomputer began blaringâit was from Commissioner Gordon. Picking up the call, all of you were met with a very distraught commissioner. Something mustâve happened.Â
âYou guys have to see this right now.âÂ
Immediately, the commissioner forwards a link that redirects all of you to a live webcam.Â
It was live. And there on screen sat a badly wounded individual, tied up on a wooden chair with only a single light bulb above his head as their only light source.Â
It was Batman.
The Joker swiftly turned the camera towards him, and he placed this huge menacing grin on his face, knowing that he was up to no good once again.Â
âWelcome, my fellow watchers to tonightâs grand show! Ah, it seems as if the entire GCPD & the Bat Family are here to witness the epic performance of the century!!âÂ
The Joker then turns the camera back to Batman as he begins circling him, continuing with his act.Â
âNow, Iâm pretty sure we all recognise this lovely individual right here. Isnât it a bummer how heâs all wounded up badly? When he is supposed to be the strongest superhero in Gotham City?â He began laughing and then slowly stood behind Mr Wayne, bending down to rest his hands on Batmanâs shoulders.Â
âIt seemed as if my very first experiment had failed terribly, given that Robin had escaped thanks to Batgirl & Nightwing. Perhaps the 10,000 volts of shock therapy & the dosage of my serum werenât enough throughout the years Robin was held captive at my lair. But fear not, ladies and gentlemen! For I have a new subject now, the famous Batman himself, and I wonder what would happen if I turn him into a Joker?âÂ
The madman then walked over towards the right, and his hand gripped the latch of a switch, and all of you wished you did not have to witness what came next.
Pulling down the latch, it triggered the shock machine and Batman was screaming at the top of his lungs, clearly in a lot of pain while the high electricity flowed through his entire body. It went on for a good 10 seconds before The Joker finally decided to turn it off. Then, he walks towards the front of the camera, completely blocking Batman out of the picture.Â
âHereâs my suggestion, fellow Bat Family and the officers at GCPD. I will be kind enough to tell you my location. Come to the abandoned Nightville Amusement Park in an hour. Iâm pretty sure your âfatherâ here would want his children to come save his ass, no?âÂ
The Joker then laughed menacingly again before ending the livestream.Â
Oh my god.Â
Batman is now in the hands of The Joker. And he has clearly shown all of you that he wasnât kidding and meant serious business. If neither of you were careful, Mr Wayne would be next in line to get killed.Â
All of you will definitely have to come up with an actual plan and strategy before heading to the site, and this time you will stop this whole fiasco the psychopath himself has planned.Â
Thankfully, that was where Sangyeon came in and he began to take charge of everything and everyone as he gathered both sides to listen closely to his words.Â
âAre you with me, lads?â

The clock struck strictly at 10 at night as the three of you arrived at the amusement park. Based on Sangyeonâs lead, he deemed it too dangerous for the officers to tag along at first. The plan was to let the three clear out the place until 80% of the thugs were wiped out, and then the GCPD would step in and scope the place out. Commissioner Gordon couldnât agree more.Â
On the other hand, Alfred remained at his position in the Batcave in front of the monitor screen, keeping you three updated with everything going on around your surroundings while being the middle person to communicate to the GCPD upon Sangyeonâs orders.Â
As you three stood in front of the amusement park gates, Sangyeon decided to break the ice and loosen the atmosphere for a bit. He focused on Changmin, who was clearly doing a few stretches here and there.
âSo how does it feel to be back in the Robin suit, young lad?âÂ
âIs it bad that the suitâs gotten a little tighter?âÂ
âWell, guess thatâs some good news for you, Batgirl.â He then poked his head out to look at you, who were standing on the far right side.Â
Dear heavens, Lee Sangyeon. I swear, for the love of GodâÂ
âWhat about yours, mister? Iâm sure all of the time thatâs gone to leading the Teen Titans and patrolling BlĂŒdhaven has taken a toll on your romantic relationship.â You fought back, but clearly, he doesnât back down easily.
âNah, I have my ways. Sheâll come back to me when sheâs bored and lonely. She always has been anyway.âÂ
Huh. So he does have a certain special someone. That is definitely going to be added to your books of âthings to stalk more about Nightwingâs dirty secretsâ.Â
Clearing your throat to bring everyone back to reality, you turned your head back to the entrance, where all of you began to hear the footsteps growing louder each second.Â
âMr Lee, thereâs about 60 thugs headed your way. Be prepared.â Alfredâs voice chimed into the intercom.Â
âWell, 60 is just a number.â Sangyeon proclaimed.Â
âSo what do we do now?â You asked.Â
Then, Changmin stepped forward and stood in front of you both. âWe fight.âÂ
Immediately, he charged towards one of the thugs and wrapped his legs around his neck, pinning him down to the ground and punching him hard enough to knock the individual out cold. Not wasting any time, he began moving onto the thugs one after another.Â
âGee, your boyfriendâs one impatient little fella, isnât he?âÂ
âAnd so are you, Nightwing.âÂ
You and Sangyeon did the same by charging towards the enemies. It was as if the tension and atmosphere were different tonight, and you felt the company that you had been longing for years. With both Robin and Nightwing with you, you knew that you were all in good hands and reaching The Joker himself wouldnât be a problem this time round.Â
The three of you worked amazingly as a team, performing a combo of attacks and matching one anotherâs fighting style almost instantly, even though it was the first time the three of you fought together. Sangyeon was definitely impressed, to say the least, that Bruce had gotten himself some good young sidekicks to fill in his spot after he had left. He was smiling like a proud older brother would as he looked at how you and Changmin battled.Â
The enemy was successfully wiped out within 10 minutes thanks to the great teamwork. With that, the screen from one of the televisions that hung loosely at one of the lamp posts started broadcasting what seemed like a live message.Â
The Joker.Â
âWell well, I must say, an amazing job well done as a team!! Bravo bravo, you three have certainly exceeded my expectations! Now, moving deeper into the parks will not be that easy. So choose wisely and find out where Batman and I could be. Adios for now!!âÂ
âGod, will he stop with all of these taunts?â You complained, getting sick and frustrated with all of his jokes by now.Â
Changmin then walked close to you and placed one of his hands on your shoulder. âItâs okay, Y/N. We will definitely get Mr Wayne back home safely.âÂ
âYeah⊠we will this time.â You tried your best to return a smile.Â
Sangyeon then makes his way towards you both to inform you that it was best to split up to narrow down the possible location where The Joker and Batman could be. Before he could even suggest the plan, you gripped Changminâs hands tightly, intertwining your fingers with his.Â
âI suppose you wouldnât mind Robin and Batgirl taking on one side of the park, right?âÂ
Sangyeon stared at you both for a moment, and you were clearly not budging, standing firm to prove that you were taking no as an answer.Â
He immediately sighed and agreed to your request. âOkay okay, lovebirds. Just make sure to do your actual job.âÂ
You swear if it werenât for him being your senior and part of the Bat Family, you wouldâve whooped his ass and sent him back to his rightful place.Â
âAlright, jokes aside. Both of you, please contact me as soon as you find out something. Donât even try to act bravely and jump into your demise. I mean it.âÂ
It all sounded too familiar. It was precisely what Mr Wayne said to the both of you 5 years ago. The Sangyeon that stood before you now wasnât the flirty yet annoying senior you have come to despise. Now this man is feared across the nation, and one you would look up to actually. He was the spitting image of Batman.
âUnderstood, Sangyeon. You should be careful out there too.â Changmin said firmly.Â
âKiddo, I always have been.âÂ
Within seconds he was out of sight, jumping down towards the other side of the park as he made his way quickly through the thugs.Â
âSo, what do you suggest we do then, miss Y/N? You clearly asked me to stay with you.âÂ
âWell, for starters, letâs look around and get rid of the thugs along our way to find Mr Wayne as soon as possible. Find The Joker, put him behind bars, and thatâs a wrap.âÂ
âSounds good to me. Lead the way, Batgirl.â

Both of you went to each section of the park and searched every crook and corner to see if there were any traces or clues to where both of them might be.Â
If you were to deduce, according to the live footageâthey were either at higher ground or beneath the amusement park. You tried searching for a latch which would lead you down but to no avail.Â
It was when Changmin finally called out to you as he noticed one of the buildings furthest from you had a little light source coming out from it. It led up to one of the roller coaster rides, and the stairs were clearly destroyed so that the officers could not reach high ground alone.Â
Only those of you equipped with the batclaw could swing your way up to the building itself.Â
On both of your signals, you both immediately launched your batclaw and quickly made your way towards the source, hoping that it was finally where your mentor would be.
Please, Mr Wayne. Please hang in there. Weâre coming.

âHmm⊠it seems as if your kids are taking a little longer, donât you think? The Joker was now swinging his pistol around his hands, growing impatient as there was no sign of either of you coming anytime soon.
That was when Batman slowly tilted his head up as he tried his best to mutter a few words back to counterattack his remarks.
âDonât⊠underestimate my kids⊠theyâre a lot⊠stronger than⊠you think they areâŠâÂ
The Joker immediately threw a punch right into Batmanâs face once again. âYou know clearly thatâs not the right answer, no?âÂ
âWell, clearly you arenât thinking straight, Joker.âÂ
His eyes widened as he turned towards the source of where the voice came from. When he finally did, he found Changmin already in position with a few shurikens within the palm of his hands, and you did the same while holding onto your batclaw.
âWhy, if it isnât my wonderful âsonâ back in town! How have you been? Papa has missed you loads.âÂ
âItâs over, Joker. Your spree of crimes ends tonight and youâre finally going to jail after all these years.â Changmin declared.
âDisrespecting your papa, I see. Well, then. Iâm sorry but it seems like I will have to teach you and your little girlfriend a lesson then.â The Joker slowly walked towards you with a group of thugs emerging from the shadows behind. Just like 5 years ago, they were all equipped with their weapons, the right to strike whenever.Â
âY/N, letâs do our usual formation?âÂ
âSay no more, Robin.âÂ
Both sides struck simultaneously, and a heated battle soon erupted within the building. With the batclaw in hand, you use it to shoot to get the thugs close to you as you knock them out cold with your punches and kicks. Changmin, on the other hand, used his shurikens wisely and aimed at all of the thugs, not missing a target.Â
The Joker managed to get this way close towards you both, but he always seemed to have missed his shot or he was often caught by either of you two, pulling him close and throwing punches while he backed off to regain himself.Â
As all of the thugs were wiped out, The Joker was now the one being cornered by you two, and he clearly did not stand a chance.
âHah! Donât even think that youâre about to win!â He reaches into his back pocket and pulls up a vile of green liquid. However, judging from the container that was used this time, it wasnât an ordinary serum now.
No. A poison gas bomb!Â
âI guess you know what this means then. That saves a lot of trouble. Robin, this is for you!â The Joker was about to throw it at Changmin when he finally decided to change direction and threw it towards you instead.
âY/N! No!!!â Changmin quickly jumps onto you to push you out of the way as the poison gas bomb detonates.Â
But he was in no luck as Nightwing made his way here in time, destroying it before the gas spread around too much. At the same time, The Joker was pinned down by the one and only Batman, who was now free from being tied up thanks to Sangyeon.Â
The GCPD officers then made their way here along with the commissioner as they handcuffed the psychopath and started taking him away.
âThis isnât over, Bat Family!! I will be back to haunt Gotham City again!!â Those were the sentences that The Joker kept repeating on a loop till he was out of the picture.Â
Eventually, Mr. Wayne made his way toward you and brought you both into his embrace.Â
âI knew you both couldâve done it. Welcome home, Robin.âÂ
Those words were enough to get you both all teary-eyed, primarily for Changmin though. He had longed to be reunited with his mentor, and how much he wanted to apologise for all of the trouble he had caused over the years.Â
âMr WayneâŠIââÂ
âItâs not your fault, and it was beyond your control. Iâm sorry I failed you as your mentor. And father.â
He rests his chin upon Changminâs head and closes his eyes before muttering something for you too. âYou too, Batgirl. You have grown and Iâm beyond proud of you.âÂ
You have yet to hear Mr. Wayne praise you like that. He doesnât talk much, nor has he ever praised you in such a manner since he wasnât really great with words. Hearing that from Mr Wayne himself, after all of what youâve been through, was surely enough to get you bawl your eyes out in front of him.Â
Sangyeon notices the little heartwarming family reunion and he canât help but smile from afar. It was nice seeing how Bruce has gotten a new family on his own, and he is happy how you two were given a new life and beginning with him. A few seconds later, he decided not to interrupt, turned his heel in the opposite direction and started walking away. That is until Bruceâs voice stops him in his tracks.Â
âNightwing. Or rather, Sangyeon. Thank you.âÂ
He hasnât heard those words from Bruce either in a very long time. Every time they met, Mr. Wayne often gave him a cold shoulder as he tended to focus more on the mission and rather cut to the chase. But Sangyeon knew that he had always been like thatâit was just his way of worrying about his former sidekick. And how Sangyeon will always have a special place in Bruceâs heart.Â
Without turning back, he raised one of his arms and began waving. âIâll see you around, Bruce. Donât get caught next time.âÂ
Mr Wayne chuckled for the first time in a while. âI wonât.â

A couple of days had passed since that day and it was time that the Bat Family took some time off to rest up and relax.Â
Mr Wayne was stuck in his room most of the time, with Alfred constantly checking up on himâbringing him his meals and checking his vitals to ensure that he wasnât pushing himself too hard during recovery. Knowing him, Mr Wayne is definitely the type to wander around and get himself busy even when he is in no shape to stand up or perform his daily routines as usual.Â
On the other hand, you and Changmin have been spending as much time as you could with one another. It wasnât easy when Alfred often dragged Changmin down to the sick room, claiming that he hadnât fully recovered and had no time to play around. You had to muffle up a laugh whenever you see Alfred taking him away to his second home now.Â
It was a relatively calm afternoon as you decided to curl up with a novel in your room. Every so often, you would be reminded of what Mr. Wayne had told you last night about everything that has happened until now.
First and foremost, he apologised for keeping you in the dark about Changminâs condition as he was afraid of losing you as well, and he wanted to keep you safe from The Joker as much as he could. But when you encountered Changmin at the GCPD, he knew his secret wouldnât last long.Â
He has been keeping track of both of your movements even when he was away on league missions, having elicited the help of Alfred. When you helped Changmin escape from the lighthouse, he knew that The Joker was definitely going to target you next without a doubt. Hence, he decided to surrender himself as baitâknowing fully that you both would definitely come to the rescue. At the same time, it also saves time in finding out The Jokerâs actual hideout.Â
As much as you thought he could be insane at times, you knew his methods somehow always work, and he has definitely thought them through. Giving a little scolding to Mr Wayne was all that you could do before it was time for him to rest up.Â
Returning to your novel, you slowly reached the story's climax until you felt someone gently hit your head with a book.
Changmin.Â
âHey, what was that for!âÂ
âSomeone has been too invested or daydreaming to the point that she hasnât heard me call out her name for over 10 times now.â He crossed his arms while giving you a pout.Â
âUgh, please donât do that face, for goodness sake.âÂ
âWhy? Because you like it?â He purposely widens his eyes ever so slightly.Â
âYou need to go see a therapist for real, Changmin.âÂ
Standing up from your couch, you decided to tuck your book away before walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist.Â
âSo, what brings you here today?â You asked while giving a little peck on his lips.Â
âWell.â He pecks your lips back. âAlfred said that Iâm fully recovered and I should be able to return to my usual routine with no problem.âÂ
âShould. Changmin.â You emphasised the word.
âHey, Iâll prove to you that I am one healthy man. What do you say? Shall we go out on our first date?âÂ
âHmm, tempting. Where are we going exactly?â
âWell, for starters, I still have to treat you to your favourite Akamaru Ramen that I promised 5 years ago.â

A/N: who knows i might cook up a nightwing Sangyeon fic in the near future đ€
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