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tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader

charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.

notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))

disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!

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voguemagazine

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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.

Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.

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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭

user she's the definition of perfection

user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here

↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩

↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo

user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi

user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩

user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list

↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here

↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title

user she’s so beautiful

user i would die for y/n

user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg

charleslc_updates

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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀

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user lmaoooooo relatable

user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??

↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n

user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰

user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video

user this man fr blushed AHAH cute

user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n

↳ user lol literally like get in line dude

↳ user back of the line bucko

user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met

user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT

user @/yourusername

↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.

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user omg she absolutely killed it

user god does she need a dog? i can bark

user i love seeing her thrive

user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc

↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though

↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen

user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are

user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.

user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT

user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week

↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!

user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n

user i could make this exact dress with my curtains

user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily

yourusername

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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]

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gigihadid sexy lady

↳ yourusername already missing you

user i keep forgetting she's part french

user you absolutely KILLED those shows

voguemagazine iconic ⭐��

alexademie 🔥🔥

user beautiful girl!!

user omggg charles liking this LOL

↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon

↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes

anokyai 😍😍😍

user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl] *liked by charles_leclerc

↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭

↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments

user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch

↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other

↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris

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user NO WAY OMG

user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here

user i knew you could do it charles!!

user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

user so are they dating???

user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH

↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES

↳ user he manifested this 😭

user they look sooo good together

user why does he look so srs

↳ user give my man a break 😩

↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭

user omgg this is like a fairytale

user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this

user i’m so invested

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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES

Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.

Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N

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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL

user mom and dad 😩

user so it’s official???

↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭

user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him

user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺

user she’s serving though

user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH

↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal

user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold

user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt

↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it

↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1

↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense

user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n

↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn

yn_updates

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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race

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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name

user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL

↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha

user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it

↳ user she's so iconic

↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her

user i'm in love with her life

user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES

user lando's so funny 😭😭

user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow

user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace

↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.

user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺

user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't

user didn't they just meet like a week ago

↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while

↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]

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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]

yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]

↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]

user are we interrupting something...

user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public

user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak

user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple

user happy birthday y/n!!!

user in love with their love 🥺

user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else

↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy

user i still think this is a pr relationship

user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic

user this is my roman empire

user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane

user our generation's brad and angelina

↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating

user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #supermodel!reader #f1 smau #f1 fic #charles leclerc fic

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yuwuta · 5 months ago

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How do you think megumi handles a jealous gf? Try to talk? Give her affectionate head pats? Hug her a little more? Or just rails her all night?

He'd getting an ego boost regardless btw

You have opened a wormhole for me with this ask and I’m gonna try to be normal while answering it but also I have to get this out so walk with me….

In short, yeah he does get a sort of ego boost, but it’s mostly… reassurance? He’s so spoiled with attention and he doesn’t even realize it until you’re Not jealous… and even though he’ll deny this until the day he dies, it’s so evident. He doesn’t really need you to get overtly jealous, he doesn’t need you throwing stones at people who look at him twice, or scolding him for thirty-second interactions with attractive strangers—but he does expect a certain level of protectiveness from you. He’s your significant other, shouldn’t you want to?—he knows he feels it. And besides, he really doesn’t know any other way to show his love for people, and more importantly, how to see that other people are showing their love for him. Megumi has always had dogs in the literal sense of his pets, but also in the people who care about him: Gojo follows him around and bothers him and nips at him like a spoiled chihuahua even if Megumi tells him off for it, Nobara invades his life and personal space like a bratty yorkie, and Yuuji is the husky he mistakenly gave affection once and is now dramatic whenever he doesn’t receive it. So when you don’t follow Megumi around, when you don’t nuzzle yourself into him to get his attention, when you don’t paw at him to get him to pay attention to you instead of whoever or whatever he’s currently engaged with, he’s so confused, and a little bit upset, and a lot pouty. Because why do you hate him… if you loved him, you’d simply bark for his attention, wouldn’t you 🙄?

So when you DO any of those things, when you huff when he’s not paying attention to you, or get upset that he has other plans, or tell him you don’t like the person he’s been spending time with instead of you, then that teeny part of him that loves that reaction is very satisfied. He knows he probably shouldn’t feel this happy to have you jealous, but he does, and such is life… sometimes he acts gruff if you’re being unreasonable dramatic about whatever you’re jealous of, but most times he tries to play it cool, reassure you that he doesn’t like who or whatever more than you—gives you a pat on the head, pokes at your cheek briefly, if he’s feeling really happy about you having your paws on him you might get a kiss to the side of your head; all his silent way of calming your nerves and saying “good girl,” because that’s the reaction he expects of you. Honestly, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy if you really are upset with him, because he loves you and he doesn’t want you to feel badly, but also because he’s a little bit giddy that you want all of his attention like this, so who is he not to give it to you

#anonymous #he’s so…. he’ll do anything but Ask for attention but when you Don’t pay attention to him he’s like ?????#and when you’re paying too much attention/jealous he’s HAPPY about it??……. he’s so………… he’s not shit that’s what he is 😐#listen i tried to keep this ask normal but i could have mentioned his thing about putting collars on people but that’s more his jealousy #and possessiveness coming to fruition not Yours #how many dog analogies can i make with him… only time will tell 😁😁#oh to be one of megumi’s puppies….. even tho he says he didn’t ask for any of them 🙄 (liar) and now he’s #upset if you all don’t show him affection… such a fake idgafer #megumi x reader #jjk x reader

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magics-neptunes-things · 11 months ago

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One Love

Hi guys!

Another one for my babies, from some request I had here and here and here ♥

My request are still open, for player x reader or some player x player btw.

(1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8)

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Searching in her cupboard for long minutes, Lucy mechanically straightens herself when she Heath the front door of her apartment open and close delicately. This sound and the one of dog tails running to the kitchen to drink from a bowl of water announce the return of Ona and their two dogs that the Catalan took for a walk. Usually they go together, but Lucy having a media appointment this afternoon, Ona went alone.

Lucy just had time to come home and take a shower before the trio was back. And desperately looking for the t-shirt she thought she’d wear after her shower.

"Ona Batlle Pascual, where is my black Nike shirt?" Lucy asks from the bedroom.

"No sé!" (I don’t know)

An amused smile on her face, Ona’s eyes slip mechanically on this precise t-shirt, she’s currently wearing. She simply cannot resign herself to the urge to steal Lucy’s clothes. She has the impression that they are softer on her skin, the fact that they are taller gives her a strange feeling of comfort and security. And in addition they smell like Lucy. She has nothing but profit to wear them.

Her smile expands when she hears Lucy’s footsteps coming behind her, knowing full well that she will be caught. Passing her arms around her waist from behind, Lucy lays a kiss on her cheek.

"Liar"

The smile of the English is audible in her voice and Ona rests the bottle of water she had taken in the fridge. Turning in Lucy’s arms, she puts her two arms around her neck to better look at her.

"If you weren’t so small I could do the same, but I can’t" jokes Lucy mischievously to tease her.

And it works since Ona’s eyebrows immediately frown.

"I’m only seven centimeters shorter than you" Ona says, pressing her index finger on Lucy’s chest.

But Lucy continues to smile maliciously, determined to continue teasing her girlfriend.

"You’re so small I could take you with me in my jacket pocket"

"You are so mean."

Ona tries to get rid of Lucy’s embrace, turning again to have her back against her belly, but the latter’s two hands keep her firmly against her. Ona is obviously not angry for real and if she manages to retain laughter by biting her lip, she cannot prevent a smile from appearing on her lips. Realizing this, Lucy takes deposes a multitude of kisses all over her face.

"Let go of me!" laughs Ona. "Coco help!"

The little dog, busy washing himself, raises an interrogatory look on his mistress. He’s perfectly aware that when this word is pronounce by Ona, he’s supposed to rush towards her, barking. But it was Lucy who taught her this trick, thinking that it could protect Ona if something happened to her during a walk where she is not present. And that’s what really confuses Coco. He knows Lucy isn’t a danger for his human.

"Don’t even try with Narla, she’s admiring her new rocks" laughs Lucy, glancing at her dog.

"We really bever can’t count on anyone"

Lucy laughs again and lays a final kiss at the corners of Ona’s lips before releasing her delicately.

"By the way, we received some mail" announces the English shortly after.

"We?" repeat Ona, looking up at Lucy.

"Yep" simply replies Lucy with a big smile, handing an envelope to Ona.

The Spanish one quickly realizes that the color of the envelope is far from traditional. A soft smile appears when she sees "Lucy Bronze + Ona Batlle" on the address. Lucy has already opened the envelope so Ona has no trouble getting out the wedding invitation from her girlfriend’s cousin. She has already met several times the different members of Lucy’s family, at least those who matter for her. The invitation to the wedding is therefore for both of them and there is no doubt that they will have no difficulty in being a part of it, given the date chosen for the wedding.

********

Returning to the region where she grew up is always weird for Lucy, who has the impression of traveling back in time. However, she appreciates the feeling a little more when Ona is by her side and since this realization, Lucy tries to make sure that her girlfriend is with her every time. Not to mention that her parents love her, she even suspects that they appreciate Ona more than their own daughter. But it amuses Lucy more than anything else.

The wedding arrived quickly, despite Ona’s many reminders that it was time for her to think about an outfit, Lucy had to find it urgently. She ended up going to the same store of Ona, making sure to coordinate their outfits.

Ona, which Lucy is actually observing a few meters away. Her long hair brought back in a hairstyle much more elaborate than her eternal bun, Ona is chatting and laughing with her brother’s son and daughter. These two also seem to have quickly fallen under Ona’s spell, as quickly as any other member of the Bronze family, including Lucy.

"Your girlfriend is a catch Luce"

Leaving the silhouette of her girlfriend’s eyes, Lucy reports them on one of her cousins. Born the same year as her, they are very close and Lucy remembers perfectly all the craps they both did when they were still children. He was always the one being caught.

"I know" Lucy simply smiled as she looked back at Ona.

They are at the aperitif in the gardens of the castle that her cousin and her husband rented for the occasion, guests enjoying the heat of the end of June, even for the north of England. Ona listens without flinching to her nephew telling her about his latest ride adventures, a bit embellished, while her niece tries to attract her attention by grabbing her hand.

"Will we be attending your wedding soon?" asks her cousin maliciously.

"I don’t really know" ended up answering Lucy with a shrug. "Maybe"

"Hey, if you don’t propose to her soon, I will"

"What?"

But Lucy barely has time to turn in the direction of her cousin that he’s already moving quickly towards Ona and the trio she forms with her nephew and niece. Knowing full well that her cousin is capable of anything and doesn’t wish that Ona uncomfortable, Lucy hurries to follow him. (There might be a slight hint of jealousy too)

Ona doesn’t seem surprised to see that the hand on her shoulder belongs to a cousin of Lucy whom she doesn’t really know, probably accustomed to this kind of physical behavior by her Spanish origins. But Lucy doesn’t hesitate to pass a possessive hand in the back of her girlfriend, who melts to her contact after having cast a glance and a smile in her direction.

Finally her cousin keeps a superficial conversation, talking about the weather then questioning Ona about her native country for a future trip. A few moments later, the guests slowly go inside for the meal but Lucy deliberately hangs around to offer herself a few moments alone with Ona. Which she has hardly had since they arrived in England.

"Is everything okay?" asked Ona with curiosity.

"Yes. I just wanted the opportunity to have you for myself just a few minutes"

The confession makes Ona smile tenderly. She doesn’t hesitate to pass her arms around Lucy to cuddle herself against her.

"I love weddings. But I had no idea it would be at a wedding that we would actually get to know each other. Since then, I love them even more" whispers softly Ona after a few seconds of silence.

With a smile on her face, Lucy kisses her hair. The sun going down gives golden lights in Ona’s hair and when she looks up at her, the color of her eyes takes her breath away.

"Sometimes I think we lost a lot of time. We had known each other for years without really knowing each other. You were friends with most of mine and I literally lived in the city where you grew up" Lucy sighs.

"I don't agree. I think we met at the right time and life made it easier for us, creating links between us before we it got us together."

What’s the answer to that? Ona seems so sure of what she’s saying that Lucy doesn’t even try to contradict her, especially since she thinks that the Spanish is probably right. They are interlinked. So, far from enjoying surges of affection in public, Lucy gently draws Ona’s face towards her to kiss her tenderly.

"I love you so much" Lucy confess, looking at here eyes.

"I love you too" smile Ona, before adding with a slight smile "Without wanting to break the moment, can we take a picture?"

Lucy laughs and rolls her eyes, releasing Ona’s waist to grab her phone. Since the beginning of their relationship, Ona asks to immortalize each of their moment. And if at first Lucy teased Ona a lot about it, she must admit that it offers them a rather impressive photo album. That she finds herself cherishing every time they are separated because of their respective national teams.

After taking several shots in the sunset, the two lovers eventually join the rest of the party inside. Some people still standing, they have no trouble mingling with the crowd and sitting in their assigned seats.

Ona is surprised to see that Lucy leans on the back of her chair, but this surprise proximity is finally far from bothering her.

"You smell so good" whispers Lucy in Ona’s ear, completely ignoring the discussions around them.

Ona shivers as she feels Lucy’s lips settle in the hollow of her neck for a light but quick kiss. Their eyes cross and Ona does not need to say anything so that Lucy’s eyes start to sparkle with malice. Their entries arrive shortly after but Lucy does not take her hand from Ona’s leg.

Ona is surprised to see that Lucy leans on the back of her chair, but this surprise proximity is finally far from bothering her.

"You smell so good" whispers Lucy in Ona’s ear, completely ignoring the discussions around them.

After that they managed to mingle in the conversations a little more than until now. But always with physical contact with each other. When the meal is over and it’s time to go dancing, Lucy cannot resist long when Ona begs her to give her a dance. Even if the term "a dance" may not be appropriate given the number of pieces of music on which they sway.

When the music changes to become slower, Lucy does not hesitate to put her two hands around her girlfriend’s waist to draw her against her. Passing her arms around Lucy’s neck, Ona takes advantage of the position to bury her face in the hollow of her neck. Mixed with other couples, the attention of others is not more focused on them than on others for once and it is particularly pleasant for them to have this freedom to act.

"Un beso?" whispers Ona after slightly peeling away from Lucy.

With a small smile but without being asked, Lucy puts a kiss on the lips of the Spanish. Their respective smiles prevent them from deepening the kiss, but since children are present in the room, it is probably better like that. Moreover, when the song ends and a music with vaguely Spanish rhythms sounds, Lucy’s nephew magically appears next to Ona, pulling her sleeve to attract her attention.

"Will you dance with me Ona please?"

"If you don’t mind" smiled mischievously Ona to Lucy, gently getting away from her.

"Only for him then"

Ona winks at her and doesn't hesitate to take the boy in her arms and start twirling with him on the dance floor. Relegated to the bar, Lucy can't help but admire Ona and feel her heart warm when seeing the scene. The English woman has always want to have her own family, but with her sporting career it has always been something complicated to imagine and set up. Especially since she was mostly in a relationship with another athlete.

This time it doesn't differ since Ona plays at the same position as her, but seeing her interact with her nephew and niece, Lucy cannot help but imagine what it would be like to have a child with Ona. And she really likes the idea, even though they never really talked about babies together. Ona seems perfectly happy with their two dogs, which already requires a lot of attention, it’s true. They're lucky that Keira or Ona’s parents always agree to keep them when they are not in Barcelona for a few days.

"These heart eyes become tiring"

Lucy doesn’t need to take her eyes off Ona to know that it's no one but her older brother who appears to tease her. It's surprising that he didn't come before, in Lucy's opinion.

"Just because nobody looks at you like that doesn’t mean you have to be jealous" Lucy replies maliciously.

Jorge, knowing that it’s fair, laughs and leans on the bar alongside his sister.

"She’s good for you" ended up saying Jorge, a little more serious than before. "I’ve never seen you so smiling, happy and relaxed. Even before"

"You can say her name you know, it’s not Lord Voldemort"

Jorge rolls his eyes with an amused smile but adds nothing. Lucy doesn’t say anything either, but her brother’s words add things to think about. Of course the break up with Keira was hard for Lucy to swallow, despite the many arguments that punctuated their lives at the end. But it is also true that since Ona made her appearance in her life, it's as if everything finally took a meaning.

"Send me the video please" Lucy mumbles to her brother, noticing that he's filming her son dancing with Ona.

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After a few dances for Ona and scenarios imagined for Lucy, the latter believes that she has lent her girlfriend enough to her nephew and decides to go and pick her up on the dance floor. Despite the sulky pout of her nephew, whose hair she gently ruffles before he returns to play with the children of her age, Lucy grabs Ona’s hand to take her with her.

"I thought you’d be thirsty" made Lucy putting a drink in Ona’s other hand

"Thank you. Where are we going?"

"Outside, the heat makes turn my head a little" confesses Lucy

"That, or the two drinks you drank in twenty minutes?" smiles mischievously Ona

"Oh, but I didn’t know I was being watched?"

"Always. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you"

Lucy smiles softly and releases Ona’s hand to open the door and let Ona go before her. The night has fallen for quite some time now and the moon is lighting up the park. The music is still audible but muted, now that Lucy has closed the door behind them.

Sitting softly on a small wall, Ona looks tenderly at her girlfriend coming to lean against her legs.

"Are you okay?" asked Ona in an uncertain tone. "You looked thoughtful earlier"

Lucy recognizes this intonation. At the beginning of their relationship, Ona had a tendency to imagine that Lucy would quickly become uninterested in her, the various comments visible on social media rising a little to her head. This is the first time that Ona is facing this, her relationships having been perfectly hidden until now. She knew that comforting Lucy the way she did after the World Cup final would attract curiosity. But at the time, she felt her girlfriend’s well-being was more important than the rest.

And obviously this was exacerbated when she started playing in Barcelona with her.

After many long discussions, the two young women decided not to think about how to act with each other, while being careful not to be too demonstrative physically with each other. Lucy had thought at the time that it would be harder for Ona than for her, but it quickly turned out that it was the opposite. It's finally always Lucy who finds herself looking for Ona at the end of a football match and following her when she greets their opponents.

Ona knows a lot of them and since the only time she wasn’t with her an opponent started touching Ona in a way that caused a wave of jealousy unprecedented for Lucy, the Englishwoman has since decided to make sure the other players don’t forget that Ona is taken and that she is hers. It’s no longer a secret in the world of women’s football anyway.

"I was a little lost in my thoughts, it’s true" Lucy confesses, deciding that there is no point in hiding the truth from Ona.

But the young woman is quick to imagine that it's necessarily negative. Her mind quickly trying to remembers the last moments of the evening, from when she left Lucy’s arms on the dance floor, looking for what she could do to make Lucy uncomfortable.

"Hey now, turn that brain off please" Lucy gently taps into Ona’s temple. "It’s nothing bad. I mean, I think"

"That's help a lot, thank you very much mi Amor" mocks Ona while arching an eyebrow.

Lucy laughs and leans over her to put a kiss on the corner of her jaw, before resuming speech.

"It’s something we’ve never really talked about" Lucy says, looking closely at her girlfriend’s face. "And I know that’s not the case for a lot of people in our situation so don’t feel any pressure on the subject I’m going to talk about, okay?"

"Okay?" repeats Ona, a little lost.

"I was thinking about the future we could have together. Being at a wedding definitely gives people ideas, I think, and seeing you with Al and the way you behave with him and his sister… I also wondered how we could have kids too, if you want to. As I said earlier, it’s special when both people are women and even more so when they live sports like us, but… I really wanted to know if you had ever thought about this kind of thing?"

Lucy’s nervousness is palpable in the tone of her voice, but also by her hands that suddenly became a little shaky. She's aware that she's older than Ona and even if the Catalan woman teases her sometimes with this, it had never bothered her. However, she fears tonight that the age difference plays a lot in the response of her girlfriend.

"I always knew I wanted to get married or have children, but to be completely honest with you I never imagined myself in this role, I don’t know if you understand the difference" begins Ona, Lucy nodding, already somewhat defeatist in spite of herself. "But since we met… I’m trying to stop imagining us in that role because it hasn’t been that long since we’ve been together and we’re supposed to take our time, but… I think I’d really like that with you" says shyly Ona. "The wedding thing and kids"

A big smile is on Lucy’s face when Ona finishes talking, mixing joy and relief. Simply not resisting the urge to kiss her girlfriend, Lucy leans over her to put her lips on hers. A tender but quick kiss that makes Ona moan when Lucy steps back.

"Don’t be a tease" Ona whines

"I’m not" Lucy laughs softly, kissing her cheek several times before adding "I keep the others for when we get back to the hotel room"

"Okay, vamos!" exclaims Ona as she jumps from the low wall, grabbing Lucy’s hand to drag her towards their car.

Despite her protests mixed with her laughter, Lucy lets herself be dragged in the direction of the car they rented during their stay here. Having quickly readmitted to driving on the right and not on the left as in England, Lucy quickly decided to play the role of the driver. And Ona take back with pleasure her role of passenger princess.

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A few hours later, Lucy and Ona did find their hotel room. And Ona finally got her fair share of kisses. But, the mind obsessed with the conversation she had with Lucy a few hours earlier, the Catalan has trouble finding sleep. She left her usual place in Lucy’s arms to lie down beside her, her head resting on her hand and her elbow on the mattress. It's rare for the brunette to be able to observe Lucy sleeping, the English woman usually needing more time to fall asleep and waking up almost every day before Ona.

The fullback must take on her not to cover her with kisses and take the risk of waking her. Instead, Ona delicately chases away a lock of hair falling on Lucy’s face. But when Lucy moves in her sleep, the young woman decides to get up from the bed so as not to bother her any longer. Picking a jogging bottom and a sweatshirt belonging to Lucy, Ona sneaks discreetly through the door to get to the vending machine located in the corridor. Now that her body seems to have digested the alcohol she drank, she suddenly needs sugar.

Her bottle of soda in her hand, Ona stands in front of the window at the end of the corridor, once again lost in her thoughts. Lucy and her haven't exactly discussed the different possibilities available to them to start their own family and this is what is currently in Ona's mind. It's true that when Lucy mentioned children, Ona immediately imagined herself with miniature Lucy running after their dogs. But there is also adoption that could come into play.

Realizing that fatigue finally seems to take possession of her body when she rubs her eyes with one hand, Ona decides to return to their hotel room.

Turning around, Ona finds herself with her face a few centimeters from the one of someone else and it's only thanks to a hand crashing on her mouth that the entire floor isn't awakened by a scream of terror.

Finally, it's only Lucy. But when she releases Ona, the Spanish carries her hand at the level of her heart.

"Madre mia Lucia estás loca de remate?!" (My god Lucia, are you crazy?)

Ona whispers-screams, leaning her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

"I’m the one who wakes up without my girlfriend in my bed and in my room and you’re the one who’s terrified?" groans Lucy

She was really afraid when she noticed Ona’s absence and this explains that it takes her a few seconds before empathy takes over the fear she had a few minutes ago.

"Come on, let's go."

Without waiting for Ona’s response, Lucy puts her arms around the Spanish’s waist and gently lifts her off the floor, making Ona laugh softly.

"I just didn’t want to wake you, I couldn’t sleep" Ona mutters as she puts her arms around Lucy’s neck.

"You should have woken me up"

Ona shrugs her shoulders and lets herself lay on the bed, Lucy closing the door of the room with her foot before dropping herself to her side on the mattress.

"I didn’t want to bother you" shrugs Ona.

Lucy growls for any answer, slipping under the sheets and authoritatively drawing Ona with her. Caught in a pincer between Lucy’s arms, Ona lies down against her and moaned with contentment when the English girl began to scratch her head and hair.

"That’s nice" mumbles Ona

The Englishwoman smiles softly as she feels Ona’s body relax against hers, her heart rate finally returning to the normal.

"You want to tell me what was keeping you up?" asks Lucy softly

"I was thinking about tonight"

"Mh, what part?"

Ona laughs as she hears Lucy’s playful tone, turning her head over on her chest so she can look at her.

"Even if this part was very nice, I was thinking about the discussion we had, about the children and all that"

"Do you want to elaborate?" asks Lucy again, regaining her seriousness

"The children’s part. I was wondering if you saw us adopt or if you thought one of them would be pregnant"

Wrapping a strand of Ona’s hair around her finger, Lucy thinks for a few seconds about the answer to give her.

"I hadn’t really thought about adoption. I know it won’t be tomorrow, but I thought I could carry the baby first. If you agree, of course."

"But… what about your career?" asks Ona, frowning.

"You know as well as I do that my knee won’t last another ten years, Love. I know if I stop for a year I probably won’t come back as good as I was before, but is there a better way to end my career than to have a baby?"

It’s true that between that or getting her ACL, you might as well choose the first option, thinks Ona.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" asks Ona

"Yes. What about you?"

"More than ever" Ona replies with a small smile, unable to hold back a yawn.

Slipping her hand into her girlfriend’s hair, Lucy smiles softly.

"On the other hand, if we want more than one, I want at least one that looks like you. It would be terrible not to make such perfect genes last."

"Go back to sleep, you don't think straight anymore" laughs Ona, giving her a little playful pat on the forehead.

"Not before you, you disappear otherwise. And I have to look for you everywhere wondering if you were kidnapped" Lucy sulks.

Ona rolls her eyes smiling, going up on Lucy to put her face in the hollow of her neck.

"Sorry"

To support her apology, Ona lays a kiss on Lucy’s jaw before returning to her original position and finally closing her eyes. Sleep will not delay this time to take away the young woman, then Lucy when she will be assured that Ona has fallen asleep.

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Please let me know what you think about this one please? ♥

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso blurbs #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle

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silly4seojun · 1 year ago

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one kiss is all it takes

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, characters are aged up to mid 20s, drinking, lightweight best friend that plays matchmaker, tipsy reader, flirting, kissing at midnight, all lowercase intended

author’s note: sorry it’s very late & all over the place heh btw f/n = friend name

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the new year’s eve party was in full swing by the time you’re ushered past the threshold and into the overcrowded venue; you note how everyone was dressed up to the nines for the occasion, with the men in tuxedos and the women in a variety of gowns and cocktail dresses.

in a bout of anxiousness, you adjust the material of your plunging neckline in an effort to cover your dignity— i should’ve gone with the safe option— but f/n turns to you with a knowing look etched on her face, “relax, tonight’s all about having fun.”

the expression that forms on your face is enough to make her bark out a laugh, “you need a drink.” she didn’t even need to attempt a trip to the booming bar with a waiter walking past with a tray full of flutes of, what you figured to be, champagne— your favourite.

f/n takes two easily, smiling a sweet smile at the not-so-bad-looking waiter before turning back to you, handing you a flute.

“to a good night and an even better 2024!” you toast, clinking glasses and then swallowing back a significant amount of the bubbly alcohol before giving a sound of pleasant surprise and bringing the glass down from your lips.

“remind me again, how did you get us on the guest list?” you couldn’t help feeling like you were out of place, but the sweet taste of alcohol on your tongue soothes your discomfort.

f/n shrugs halfheartedly, “oh y’know, a favor from a friend that owes me.”

you hum in acknowledgment as you scan the sea of people only for your gaze to settle on a man that steals the attention of the room. your eyes couldn’t help the way they followed the man in complete awe as he moved around the room. the low lighting catches the pretty glittering of the embellished pinstripes that ran down the length of his black tuxedo, it makes you think— how can someone be so good looking?

your attention is pulled away from the alluring man to find f/n grinning, in the i know exactly what you were just doing kind of way. “i did say tonight’s all about having fun,” she laughs loudly when you smack her arm, “shut up!” although that doesn’t seem to stop her teasing.

“maybe he can be your new year’s kiss?” she wiggles her eyebrows, swiftly evading your expected smack and swapping your two empty glasses for two full flutes of champagne.

at the mention of the impeding new year, you check the time on the live countdown broadcast situated on the wall beside the bar— 11:13 p.m., forty seven minutes and twelve seconds remaining of 2023. playfully rolling your eyes, you turn away from the man in question, dismissing her taunts with a simple, “as if.”

the dance music gets louder the further you move into the venue, you sip on your new flute of bubbly as you eye the decor that littered the room. the decorations were in traditional nye colours, black and gold; matching the over-the-top dress code.

you’re interrupted by a loud, “i love this song! let’s dance.” f/n skulls the rest of her champagne before you get the chance to remind her she’s a lightweight, “please, y/n!” she adopts her adaptation of puppy dog eyes, pouting when you respond with a quick, and embarrassed, “no way!”

“come on, get in the spirit! dance with me.” f/n doesn’t wait for your answer this time, clumsily grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you in the direction of the dance floor. you easily down the remaining alcohol and send an apologetic smile to the waiter who you hand the empty glass to.

“i’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” you cringe when you’re finally in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other, drunk, party goers. although, that doesn’t seem to prevent f/n from dancing to a familiar beat.

you start to dance along with the song, deciding to let loose a little, it’s new year’s eve! somehow in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself enjoying the moment. f/n has a wild grin on her face— one that you can credit the alcohol for— as she dances in a way you can only laugh at, it’s how she normally dances and it’s silly, but you love it.

after a dance battle and encore, you’re short of breath and in need of a drink. in her warped vision, f/n looks back to find you gladly grabbing your third glass of bubbly from another passing waitress, settling at one of the nearby cocktail bar tables. the air was full of the stench of alcohol and hum of 2023’s greatest hit songs, it was practically impossible to ignore, though the sweetness of champagne allows you a moment of bliss as it coats your throat.

you struggle to restrain the corner of your lips from quirking up when f/n staggers over to the table, she clutches the edge to keep her balance.

“oh, look!” a hiccup interrupts her, but she shamelessly points to something behind you. “it’s that guy you were totally checking out earlier.” as if on cue, the champagne you were just sipping on suddenly goes down the wrong pipe, causing you to sputter into a napkin.

you look at her incredulously but she seems to ignore the expression. “why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?” it doesn’t sound too bad, in theory, until she adds, “it’s almost midnight and you need a new year’s kiss, stat!”

f/n ungracefully stumbles into your side, clutching onto your arm, “i don’t think so.” you attempt to pry your arm out of her grasp but she only clings onto you tighter as she moves towards the stranger.

nerves start to bubble in your chest as you get closer and closer and closer. “oh! i need to go to the bathroo—,” you try your luck with a lame excuse, and for a split second relief floods your system as f/n comes to a stop in her pursuit, but it just as quickly disappears as she shoves you forward, “go get ‘em, tiger!”

“shit, i’m so sorry!” your apology rolls of your tongue— this can’t be happening— when you’re knocked right into him, spilling his drink all over his hand. “my friend is annoyingly… enthusiastic.”

“thank her for me.” his lips stretch into a boyish smile, a tinge of amusement playing on his features as he takes in your frazzled state.

“let me help you clean this up,” you go to find a nearby waiter when he reassures you he can do it himself, setting down the now empty glass and taking out a napkin with one hand and wiping away the stray liquid from the other.

“there. now, as i was sayin’…” he grins a cute smile, you could almost mistake it as being… flirty. “i’ve been wantin’ to talk to you all night.”

you flush at his frankness, “is that so?” you feel hot under his gaze, concluding the champagne that you had been drinking all evening had finally hit you. you giggle to yourself, “well, lucky me then.”

“can i get your name, pretty?” his cheeks seem to mirror yours— pink and warm.

the buzz makes you bolder than usual, allowing you to bite your lip when you smoothly respond with, “only if i get yours, handsome.”

at that, he laughs and it makes your heart jump in your chest. there’s a little smile playing at your lips, when he finally folds, impressed with your flirting.

“seo-jun.” he extends a hand, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“well, hi seo-jun,” you test his name on your tongue, “i’m y/n.” you take his much larger hand in, what you thought was a handshake, but he surprises you with a quick kiss to the top of your knuckles.

the action pulls a shy laugh from you, “that was pretty smooth.”

seo-jun is just as sheepish when he pulls away, “well, y/n, i’ve got a lot more from where that came from.” despite his bashfulness, that doesn’t stop him from closing his left eye to form a wink.

he’s closer now, so close you can smell his cologne and notice the pretty way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and your heart thumps against your rib cage because of it.

f/n and what she said earlier comes to the forefront of your mind, and it seems more like a possibility now but it doesn’t stop the flush from spreading across your cheeks; she was right. ignoring the way your breath catches in your throat when seo-jun watches you, you force the words out of you before you can chicken out. “i don’t normally do this but, uh, did you wanna be my new year’s kiss?”

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel the bud of hope in your chest blooming, and seo-jun doesn’t let you down. “i can’t think of a better way to start the new year off.”

the chanting of the guests is what pulls you back to reality and you don’t believe what’s in motion, it’s too good to be true. you try to look to the crowd to confirm for yourself what’s really happening but seo-jun catches you, his hand cupping your jaw as he guides your gaze back to him. “focus on me, pretty.”

he makes the way he draws you closer to his chest seem so natural and it’s dizzying how handsome he is upon closer inspection. all you can do is dumbly nod as your eyes look up into his, drinking in his appearance. the curves of his lips look so soft and supple at this angle, too tempting not to want to kiss.

four! three!

he bends his neck to minimise the distance between you, now millimetres only separating you. at this reach your lips brush against his a few times, his breath fanning across your face as you patiently wait; waiting for the countdown to, at long last, reach its completion.

two!

you don't take notice of the final cheer as seo-jun finally slots his lips against yours. your hands instinctively move to hold the nape of his neck as your lips become familiar with his. you melt into his warmth, his lips buttery soft and sweet. the way he presses himself further into you, it’s sweet and gentle, it makes your stomach twist into a knot.

when you pull away, starstruck and breathless, seo-jun cheekily grins. “we should definitely do this again.” you can’t help but agree with him; the suggestion doesn’t sound so bad after all.

#han seojun #han seojun x reader #han seojun scenarios #true beauty #true beauty x reader #true beauty scenarios #fluff #winnie writes

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lovebugism · 2 years ago

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❛ i’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new to me. i love you. ❜ with our boy Steve Harrington please?

i wrote this after watching little women, so this is like that one laurie and amy scene but stranger things coded <3 hope you like it!! (this is 5k words btw and barely proofread 🫣)

The R.V. smells like coopery blood, alternate dimension muck, and nine teenagers who haven’t showered in three days. But despite all that, Steve Harrington is next to you, smiling.

As if there’s anything worth being happy about now.

He tells you about a dream with a hopeful gleam in his honey eyes, like he believes it’ll all come true — like death is staring him in the face. “I know it’s silly, but I… I always dreamed I’d have this really, really big family. I’m talking like, uh— a full brood of Harrington’s. I don’t know, five… Maybe six kids?”

“Six?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. You turn your body in the passenger seat to face him more, shoulder pressing into the worn pleather. You’ve got your brows raised to your hairline in shock at his admission and a beam on your face you don’t realize is there.

“Uh-huh. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” he says with an assured nod. There’s a distant smile hinting at the edges of his lips, and he looks at you with it for a moment before turning back to the road again.

“And every summer, I figured all of us Harrington’s, we’d pack into something like this, and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. We’d end up in some beachside town in California and spend a week parked in the sand, maybe learn how to surf or something.”

You can picture the dream so effortlessly, almost like it’s one you’ve had yourself.

In some ways, you did.

Steve Harrington was the kind of boy that filled you with butterflies and childlike daydreams. It was more innocent than lusting, more significant than a teenage crush. There was a time you’d wanted to be with him so badly that you could barely breathe. It kept you up at night, fantasizing about a future with a boy that didn’t want you. It haunted your dreams just as often.

You were, perhaps a bit begrudgingly, a part of that stereotype — a girl who wanted all of the things adults thought girls wanted. You longed for a pretty white dress and a husband that cried when you walked down the aisle. You wanted a small house with a white picket fence, a home that’s always loud with laughing children and barking dogs and loving parents.

It was a future you only wanted with Steve.

But he didn’t love you. Not the way he loved Nancy.

Not the way he still loves Nancy.

It’s not a crime he needs to confess to for you to know he’s guilty of it. You can see it written all over his face, in the way he talks about his future family and flits his gaze from the winding backroad up to the rearview mirror to look at her. He’s picturing her in his head the way you picture him in yours.

Knowing someone else is a part of this dreamt-up family and not you is a bitter pill to swallow.

It has you looking back too, at the gang of ragtag soldiers you’re about to save the world with. You glance over your shoulder at all of them, finding them dozing or outright sleeping in the back of the R.V.

You don’t blame them. The past few days have been hell.

You’re just glad Max has finally found a moment of peace. The redhead lazes between Lucas and Dustin on the couch in the very back. She rests her head on the former boy’s soldier, but you can’t tell if she’s sleeping or not. Lucas has his eyes closed but a smile on his face as he lays his cheek on the crown of her head.

Dustin, on the other hand, looks dreadfully out of place among the two lovebirds. His head is tilted back and his mouth is wide open. Soft snores spill from his throat.

Erica, Robin, and Nancy all sit at the tiny table beside the tinier kitchen. Their heads are either resting on their folded arms or pressing against the window.

The small cushion adjacent to the couch is taken up wholly by Eddie.

Your Eddie.

His long legs are spread and his back is slouched against the side of the R.V. He’s taking up every bit of room the thing has to offer, which wasn’t very much to begin with. His pink lips are parted and slightly chapped. He blows soft exhales from them that make his chest rise and fall with even breaths.

Your hands begin to ache with the want to run them through his wild strands of hair, to ease his head to your chest and let the sound of your heartbeat chase away the nightmares that threaten to plague him.

You want so badly to sleep alongside him, but you know that slumber won’t come as easily to you.

Despite the exhaustion that weighs down your tired bones, whenever you close your eyes, you can only see Chrissy’s mangled body on the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer. The image of broken bones and sucked-out eye sockets is stained on the back of your mind.

It’s something you’ll never forget. Not in a billion, trillion lifetimes.

You’re scared you won’t ever sleep peacefully again.

But you’re glad Eddie’s finally resting. Even if you can’t.

And maybe that’s what love is.

…Love.

You almost can’t believe you’re calling it that. It’s not like you’ve told him as much or anything. You haven’t been together very long, only a few months, but you’re not sure what else to call this feeling. Is it normal for you to want to fight the most powerful dark wizard known to man with your bare hands as long as it means keeping Eddie safe?

The realization that you’re actually moving on from Steve is perhaps more shocking. You were starting to think you’d be fawning over him for the rest of your life, destined to be alone forever while he got married and had kids. But then Eddie came out of nowhere. He swept you off your feet without even trying.

You’d spent so much of your life in love with Steve that you’d forgotten how it felt to be loved. But Eddie reminded you, most ardently so, and you’ve never been happier.

And Steve can see all that.

He can see how you’ve gone to hell and back — quite literally — to keep Eddie safe. He can see how Eddie still manages to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, even though death looms overhead like a big, gray storm cloud. It almost makes him angry. Not at Eddie, exactly. And certainly not at you. He’s more so mad at himself for waiting until you were out of his grip entirely to need you like air.

Steve wasn’t an idiot; he knew how you felt about him. He’s known for years. But Nancy was the only girl in his purview for… an embarrassingly long amount of time. Maybe that’s because she didn’t want a single damn thing to do with him at first, and it wasn’t like Steve to back down from a challenge.

But you? You were easy. You were always going to be there. Your love was the only constant thing in his life.

And then it just… wasn’t.

It was like his center of gravity had suddenly shifted or his feet had been knocked out from under him. The loss of you, of something that was never his to begin with, jarred him like he’d been awake with most vigor. Now, he finds himself living in a nightmare — forced to watch you fall in love with someone else while he ebbs slowly from your mind.

You sit with him now — with Eddie — while he and Dustin fuck around with the shields they’d crafted out of tin garbage can lids. You watch them with a smile on your face even though you’re shaking your head at them and telling them something that Steve can’t hear.

You’ve got a sword in your hand, and you sharpen its steel with a rock. The too expensive thing had been hanging on the wall at The War Zone, and you told Eddie you just had to have it.

“I’ll just… take up extra shifts at Wayne’s shop,” you reason with a shrug, gaze never leaving the bladed weapon.

“Do whatever you want,” the brunette boy responded nonchalantly as he dropped four cases of ammunition into the red basket in your hand. He smiled down at you. “That just means I’ll get to see you more.”

It hurts Steve for you to be so far away from him.

You’re just across the small clearing. All he’d have to do is walk over to you, really, but it’s more than just the distance. No matter how close he gets to you, or how far you get from Eddie, your soul’s always going to be with him.

Steve will never have you like that, and that’s what hurts the most.

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of keeping a stiff upper lip about it. He thinks he’s keeping some deep, dark secret, having no idea that he’s all but spilling his guts to Robin. Honestly, he’s just trying to make conversations while they make homemade bombs out of gasoline and glass bottles, but he’s more than obvious. As per usual.

“How long do you think they’ve got?” Steve asks her out of the blue while he pours the chemicals through the funnel and into the flask Robin holds out for him. He doesn’t wait for an answer.

“Because I thought they’d be over forever ago, you know? I mean… it’s Eddie. She’s, like, totally out of his league, right? But I’m pretty sure they just had an anniversary or something because I saw him buying flowers at Bradley’s Big Buy the other day…”

Robin opens her mouth to get a word in, but Steve just keeps on going going going.

“Unless you think they were for someone else? But let’s be serious, right? He’s a freak, but he’d never do that to her. I don’t know… Maybe he’s just the sorta guy that gets her flower for no reason, and it hasn’t been as long as it feels.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure they—”

“Let’s face it, if he’s doing that for her, they’re probably gonna make it, right?” the boy laughs bitterly to himself. He stuffs a rag into the neck of the bottle. “God, I’m such an idiot… Maybe if I’d done those things, I’d still—”

“I swear to god, if you say you’d still be with Nancy, I’m gonna punch you in the forehead,” Robin snapped suddenly. She’s got a foreign sternness to her tone and a glacial hardness in her blue eyes. She glares at him with it. “You don’t love Nancy, Steve. And she doesn’t love you. So stop going for the easiest thing when you know it’s not what you want.”

He sighs. He knows she’s right. “I just—”

“I get it. It sucks being lonely. I’m pretty sure I’m destined to spend the rest of my life alone, so join the club,” Robin smiles, a tad bit cynically, at him. “It sucks being in love with someone you can’t have. Trust me, I get it. But you need to move on.”

Steve swallows. He almost winces at the thought of that — of never having you. He shakes his head as though to get rid of the idea entirely. “I can’t… I can’t do that, Rob.”

“Then what are you gonna do, Steve?” she asks him with a mirthless, but not unkind laugh.

She nods her head over to you. You laugh as Eddie spins you in his arms, both of you marveling at how you’ve just nailed a tree on the far edge of the clearing with the knives you’d thrown at it. Steve can hear the sound of your bubbly laughter from where he sits. Its brightness rivals that of the setting sun.

“Look at her. She’s happy. Finally. So… Just let her be happy,” Robin advises with a shrug. She sets the glass bottle in the box with the rest of them. “I mean, we’re about to stop a dark wizard from ending the world, you know? Some of us probably won’t make it out—”

“Don’t say that,” Steve scolds.

“Some of us probably won’t make it,” she repeats, firmer this time, like it’s something he really needs to hear. “Something could happen to Eddie. Something could happen to her. Do you really want to be the selfish asshole that ruins what could very well be everyone’s last moments together just because you’ve got a bleeding heart?”

She’s being harsh. He knows it deserves it. Now is virtually the worst time to tell you everything on his mind — just when you’re starting to really settle down with Eddie and about to fight some wizard in an alternate dimension.

Something could happen to her. Those words left Robin’s mouth and stabbed him in the heart like a thousand unforgiving knives. Steve can’t fathom anything ever happening to you. Even with the end of the world, with all of you about to fight a war, it never crossed his mind. He can’t picture his life without you in it.

He can’t lose you without telling you how he feels — that he loves you, that he’s always loved you, and that he’s an oblivious idiot who learned that too late.

He can’t lose you at all.

So, against his better judgment and Robin’s sound advice, Steve abandons his work with her and hikes the relatively short distance over to you.

Eddie hasn’t yet let go of you. He keeps his arms tight around your waist and hugs you from behind, pressing the back of you to his chest while his chin sits along your shoulder. His chocolate eyes are stuck on the bullseye you’d carved into the bark of the tree on the far side of the clearing. The four knives you’d thrown, now stuck at the very center of the target, stare back at him.

“This is probably a bad time to be turned on, huh?” he half-jokes, chin bobbing against your shoulder with every word.

“Eddie!” you scold as you wrench yourself out of his grip.

Dustin’s face screws up from where he lounges on the grass beside the both of you. “Gross…”

You walk away from the two boys to collect your knives from the poor oak tree. Eddie whistles lowly at you while you go — as though he’s never seen you in a pair of jeans before. You throw your middle finger over your shoulder at him in response.

That’s when Steve catches you, when you’re finally alone, and with a tiny white lie of needing to go back to the R.V. for more gasoline. You offer to walk with him, just like he figured you might, because none of you wants anyone to go off alone. Not with Vecna potentially watching you.

You walk alongside him through the thick wood, dodging low-hanging branches and uplifted roots. Steve notices the distant smile dancing on the corners of your lips — a beautiful stain Eddie’s left there.

“What are you gonna do?” he asks you suddenly. “You know, when this is all over?”

Your brows raise at his question, mouth falling softly agape and eyes widening with a far-off look. You look stumped by the simple inquiry, like it’s something you hadn’t thought of yet — of any of this being over.

“I don’t know…” you murmur. “Go back to work, I guess.”

Steve laughs. “We’re gonna save the world tonight, and you’re gonna be back in the office on Monday?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll take a sick day,” you joke, just to hear him laugh again.

He lifts a splintered tree limb to get it out of the way for you, then ushers you to walk ahead of him. You mutter a low and shy “thank you” as you walk beneath it. He lets the branch fall again as he follows behind you.

“What about you, then?” you retort. “What are you gonna do after? Since going back to a nine-to-five is so unreasonable.”

“Actually, I was thinking about writing an opera,” Steve quips with a straight face. “I would be the main character, of course—”

“You’re such an idiot,” you giggle with the shake of your head. The airy, sunshine sound makes him smile down at you. His honey-tined gaze swims with longing. You don’t catch it because you’re not looking back at him.

“What do you want me to do, then?”

You tilt your head to catch his stare. Your eyes sparkle and your brows arch with a look both soft and stern. “Honest answer?”

“Of course.”

“I think you should go work for your dad. Try and… I don’t know… make something for yourself—”

“Alright, that’s not…”

“—Because you can’t work at Family Video forever, Steve!”

“You’re not playing fair,” he concedes quietly, laughing under his breath and shaking his head.

He shouldn’t have expected anything less — you did preface an honest answer, after all. It doesn’t make him feel any less bad about it, though.

You’d supported Steve through a lot of shit. Every mindless fight with his parents, every breakup that had him swearing he would never love again, every aspect of his douchebag phase that almost ruined your friendship. You were always soft with him, but never dishonest.

So when he told you that his dad offered him a well-paying job in Indianapolis, it didn’t surprise him when you told him to take it. Despite all the other shit (his broken relationship with his father and his incessant daydreaming of settling down with Nancy, namely), you knew he wasn’t happy in Hawkins.

“Fuck your dad, Steve. This isn’t about him,” you’d said. “You should take it! Starting building your life in the city! And when you’re finally making more money than your stupid dad, you can rub it in everyone’s stupid faces.”

Steve, of course, ended up turning it down.

The salary was high — too high for a boy just out of high school — but he figured no amount of money was worth a wounded pride.

Steve was scared that it was all a ploy, another thing his dad could hold over his head, another accomplishment that wasn’t really his. And, truth be told, he was less enthusiastic about leaving Hawkins without you. He isn’t quite sure where he’d be in life without you guiding him through a significant portion of it. It made it nearly impossible to picture a life that didn’t have you at the very center of it.

He happily took to be Robin Buckley’s schmuck at Scoops Ahoy (and then again at Family Video) and Dustin Henderson’s unofficial chauffeur instead. He didn’t mind being a casualty of rattrap small town as long as it meant he didn’t have to stray too far from you.

But here you were now, right next to him in this lonesome forest, and still so far away.

You meet his boyishly forlorn expression with a sincere, tight-lipped smile. “You know that I’m right.”

“Yeah, I do,” he scoffs in response. “That’s the problem.”

“When we kill Vecna and save Hawkins for the… thousandth time… You should take that job. I mean, screw your dad, you deserve a life outside of all this shit—”

“So do you,” he argues.

“I’ll make it without you, Harrington. I’ll try to, anyway,” you quip, turning your gaze up to the family of birds sitting high in an oak tree and wishing you were one of them. You shrug to yourself. “I’ll keep on being a secretary at the car shop… Maybe settle down with Eddie.”

That makes Steve stop dead in his tracks. He laughs bitterly to himself, a quiet and venom-coated scoff. “Right. Because living with his uncle in a one-bedroom trailer is such a dream.”

It makes you stop, too, and turn on your heel to face him. You’re surprised to find him so many paces back. Steve sees a flash of hurt strike like lightning across your features, but he’s too hurt to apologize.

“I get it,” you concede with a small, cynical smile. “You don’t like him. You never have. But… He’s a good guy, Steve. If you just got to know him—”

“It’s not that,” he mumbles, cutting you off before he has to suffer through a list of reasons why Eddie’s so much better than he is. The boy’s gaze falls to the forest floor. He kicks a bunch of green pine needles with the toe of his sneaker rather than meet your prying gaze.

“Then what is it?” you retort. “Because I was just trying to help you. I didn’t say to, like, hurt your feelings or whatever. I just know that you want a life in the city, with a big house and a whole bunch of kids—” A laugh spills from your lips as you remember the dream he was telling you about. “You want that picture-perfect life, right? Now you can have it!”

“You don’t know what I want,” he counters quietly.

“Oh, please. I know you better than you know yourself, Steve Harrington—”

“Break up with him,” he blurts.

Your playful smile fades almost instantly. Your eyes search his face for any hint that he might be joking, but all you find is a deeply heartbroken boy. His bushy brows are scrunched together, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears, a puppy-like hurt painting each of his features.

You match his expression of grief with your own. Your face scrunches with a mixture of confusion and sorrow. “Wh… What?” you manage to stutter after realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“I don’t want you to settle down with Eddie,” Steve confesses. A secret he thought he’d take to his grave before ever telling you.

You’re quiet. For several long moments, you’re eerily silent. Even the forest hangs on bated breath. Birds stop chirping, the wind stops blowing, leaves stop rustling. It’s just you and him and a great big world waiting on the both of you.

A frown pulls down the very corners of your mouth. Your eyes go glassy and wide, like a heartbroken baby, and your head jerks back softly, still defensive and unsure.

“Why?” you force through a tightening throat.

“Why?” Steve repeats, finding it somehow within himself to laugh. He takes several short strides to stand with you again. With him closer now, you can see the sadness in his smile and the flush that blotches his cheeks. “You know why…”

You only shake your head in response. The words are far harder to get out. “No…”

“I just… I know it feels like I’m saying it all of a sudden, but it’s… It’s not new to me, you know?” Steve tries his best to explain to you why he’s choosing now, of all moments, to pour his heart out to you. His eyes are as wide and hopeful as the palms he waves out in front of him. “I don’t wanna go into this without you knowing how I feel about you—”

“Steve,” you agonize in hopes of ending his rambling. “Don’t.”

“—And I just want you to know, in case something happens, that I love you.”

“No,” you say with the defiant shake of your head, your chin quivering and your gaze ice-cold.

“Yes,” he replies, just as stubborn.

“Steve…” you choke out when the name gets hung in your throat.

A warm tear falls from your lashes and onto the very apple of your cheek. You wipe it away with the back of your hand and use your free one to bat Steve away when he tries to reach out for you. You stumble back from him, heading back the way you came — back to Eddie.

“Don’t, Steve. Just stop it.”

“Why?” he grieves in the softest voice he can muster, wet and warm with his hurt.

“You’re being mean,” you scold.

“I’m being mean?” he echoes with a sad sort of laugh.

“When it comes to you… I have always been second to Nancy. Always. And I won’t be the person you settle for just because she doesn’t want you, Steve,” you rant, voice fragile like glass or flower petals.

He wants to tell you that he doesn’t want Nancy — that being with the person he loves won’t be settling — but you continue in your lament, and he misses the chance.

“I can’t… I won’t do it, okay? Not after I’ve spent my entire life loving you,” you confess to him, face scrunched in anger. It’s a subtle sort of rage, pointed both at him and yourself.

He watches, feeling totally helpless, while you wipe bitterly at your damp cheeks. Steve’s seen a lot of assholes make you cry. He never dreamed he’d be one of them.

Robin was right. He’d ruined everything. It seems to be the only thing he’s good at these days.

“I’m sorry,” he calls to you as you walk away. “I wasn’t… I didn’t say it to make you sad.”

“You shouldn’t have said it at all!” you shout back, angrier than you’ve ever been with him. You take in a stuttering breath and exhale a shakier sigh, trying to calm yourself down again. “I just don’t get why you waited so long…” you agonize, words wet with tears. “Why did you wait until I was happy? Eddie… Eddie’s so nice to me, Steve. And you just… You just throw this shit at me right before we... That’s not fair.”

“I know…” he murmurs. “I know…”

The world starts turning again.

Birds sing their songs, sounding somehow sadder than before, as though in lament for the brokenhearted boy. The wind begins to whistle as it brushes through the trees. It’s only half successful in breathing air back into your lungs.

A rustling of the brush gains both of your attention’s. It sounds like something is slithering somewhere in the thick laurel — a rabbit, a snake, a dark wizard out to kill a bunch of sad teenagers.

You and Steve are alone, heartbroken, and clear targets for a monster who feeds on traumatized kids.

Though it’s entirely unlikely that Vecna has crawled out from the depths of the Upside Down and into these woods, you and Steve reach for your respective weapons anyway — him for the axe strapped to his back and you for the knives hanging on your belt. You’re ready to protect each other despite your distant anger.

But instead of some shriveled skin creep, you find freaks of a different kind.

The pale human faces of Dustin and Eddie peek out from the brush with curious smiles. They maneuver through the thicket and try to avoid the thorns. “What’s going on over here, huh?” the oldest boy wonders with his signature sparkling grin.

It’s almost scary how you so easily contort your features full of grief into a sickly sweet, artificial smile. You swipe the back of your hand over your face again to clear the tears clinging to your lashes, though it looks like you’re only wiping away sweat.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly with the innocent shake of your head. “Steve was just being an idiot—”

“Imagine that,” Dustin scoffs.

“—And saying stuff he doesn’t mean.”

“That’s not true,” Steve mutters, then clears his throat when the words come out more choked than expected.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here making moves on my girl, Harrington,” Eddie lilts with a playful smile. He reaches you and wraps a heavy arm over your shoulder to tuck you into his side.

His sudden touches stopped surprising you a long time ago. You realized early on in your relationship that he can’t go without touching you for very long.

Eddie squints teasingly at Steve. “Go get your own.”

The boy doesn’t have a comeback at the ready. He isn’t sure of what to say, anyway. Eddie’s jokes aren’t as funny when they aren’t jokesanymore. He was just sort of professing his love to you and getting his heart stomped on in the process. He should probably be used to the feeling by now, but it stings like it’s brand new.

You’re grateful for Eddie’s appearance and the bickering that seems to follow him wherever he goes. It’s easy to get lost in his words, let all the sarcasm run over you, and forget the bullshit that came before it.

“We should head back before the others think we got abducted by Vecna or something,” you urge, desperate to get away from these woods and from this moment.

Dustin listens to you without question because he always listens to you. And Steve listens because he wants an escape just as much as you do. He’d rather go back to Robin and all her “I told you so”’s than keep watching Eddie hold you like he is now.

“What do ya say we skip this joint and have our own fun out here?” the wild-haired boy jokes, already leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth.

“Eddie, don’t—” you huff, but otherwise don’t fight him. It’s only an innocent peck, a loud smack upon your lips, that makes Dustin mutter “gross…” under his breath as he walks away.

And if he heard it, that means Steve heard it.

You keep your eyes open all the while. You feel a bit numb, actually. A little like you’ve just kissed a ghost. You feel as cold as one, as distant and not all there. Eddie holds your hand the entire walk back to the clearing, but you have a hard time feeling it.

You feel a bit like woods surrounding you. You’re all crowded and heavy with sadness. You can’t tell if your grief is your own or if you’re feeling Steve’s too, because you can’t seem to take your eyes off him.

There’s an entire forest within you, you find, and Steve’s carved his initials into every tree.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stevie drabble #st drabbles

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ikkosu · 8 months ago

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hhhhnnnnng Prowl being possessive and obsessed with breeding his little human s/o so he can fully claim them and mark them as his own. Pounding his thick spike into their tight hole and filling it with trans fluid so he can get them pregnant. This nasty man is fully intent on baby trapping his human btw. He talks about breeding them in berth a lot but they just chalk it up to being a kink, since he doesn’t talk about it anytime else. Little do they know is that he’s spoken to several scientists on whether it’s possible that interspecies intercourse could lead to babies, and with the help of one specific scientist(brainstorm) he’s taking robot viagra and is incredibly fertile. Everytime they fuck now during aftercare he’s cuddled up to them and rubbing their belly gently with a possessive look in his eye… he’s thinking about little versions of them running around while he’s pounding into his s/o, thinking about marking them as his once and for all, so that no other mech can look at them… he’s probably already planned what will happen when they do inevitably get pregnant… already put state of the art security system in their shared quarters and forcing them to stay put by manipulating them into thinking it’s for their protection. Making them a stay at home spouse and not letting them leave even after they give birth, instead fucking another baby into them, so they can never leave him, his ultimate plan…. Ok I’m normal now bye pookie <3

I’m going to explode. You can’t leave me here with this masterpiece and not expect me to bark at it like a feral dog. God omg. Prowl getting turned on seeing the swell of their stomach. Spike pressurizing with the intent of filling you up more. And everytime he overloads, he lifts up your hips so the transfluids won’t spill out of your hole. He’ll put a plug in it, if he had to. So none goes to waste. The little mini version of prowls: cute itty chevrons, tiny servos and big wide sparkling optics is too adorable to resist. Hngngnmgmgngng breeding + prowl my absolute heaven

#^ me after reading this #I’m a sucker for breeding kinks fjrohojnekjnrkejkjnfdkjn #Ikkoasks #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl x reader

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ineylesian · 2 years ago

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CHANGE.

— JASON TODD X FEM! READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST

— WORD COUNT | 3.1k

— WARNINGS | mentions of weapons, smut, unprotected p in v, oral asphyxiation, biting, scratching, handjobs, fingering, fingerfucking, mentions of blood, cumming inside, use of aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), dubious content, overstimulation.

— SUMMARY | disobedience is strictly off the field in the militia, and just one slip up could spell your end.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | had to wait all day to post this bc i got hit by a massive snowstorm. this is based off of arkham knight’s version of jason btw!

Steel. Smoothing coolness over your fingers and onto the metallic flow of your veins. Your eyes sweep frigid layers over the expanse below, narrowing down on one stranded wire amongst the mass.

Click.

“The main door’s open, Scarecrow. Ready to proceed on your word.”

Silence passes over the sea of crackles in the fuse box, dripping down to slither against the ground. Your eyes close at the breach of static in your ear, coiling three fingers against the box’s interior.

“Use the backup elevator on your way down. If it isn’t in working order, fix it.”

The call is lost to you. The world is dark and your senses are dulled by the residing pound in your head. Thick waves of raptured nerves pound against your skull, tightening against the surface and latching to the bone as a parasite would. There’s a muffled chorus scraping the barrier, forcing your eyes to shut tighter than you could ever imagine, fisting the other hand into your hair to—

“Stay focused.”

The illusion shatters, painting a revisited world of gloom and steady rain to your vision. Blood trickles from the inside of your cheek, running down to settle in your molars and paint your tongue with iron.

You brush his hand off of your shoulder without bothering to give a response, gums clasping together at the soft grunt that follows. The heavy clink of boots echo your descent into the abandoned mall, soft, yet lingering on your trail.

Just an hour had brushed past since Batman had destroyed the Cloudburst for good. Annihilated Scarecrow’s greatest creation and sent the Militia into complete turmoil in one hit.

You bite the corner of your lip, running a hand up your temple to soak up the light streak of sweat that had gathered there. The weight of such a rapid change of plans sits uncomfortable in your spine, weighing you down from the inside out. The Knight, on the other hand, seems completely unaffected by his own grave mistake. His stance is pin straight, pace overtaking yours within a matter of seconds.

And then he stops, reaching out to press the service button on the elevator in front of you.

You step into the elevator, gaze raking against dust and cobwebs as your hands grasp the railing supporting your back. The Knight almost mirrors your stance, only letting himself lean fully against the wall whilst his hands cross against his front.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

His voice is stagnant, devoid of the bark it usually carries. The very depth of it makes your skin crawl, and you’re hit with the feeling that it might sink into the bone. Slowly, your eyes trail upward, falling to rest on the LEDs that blaze back at you.

“You’re-“

“I’m not out of control.” He reads your mind to a tee, gloved fingers tapping rapidly against the arm they hold. “And I haven’t lost sight of the mission.”

Flashing, receptive, and unyielding. The scald of his mechanical gaze shoots daggers into your face, drilling a hole into the deepest parts that lurk within. You nearly flinch at the severity; his shoulders reel back in satisfaction.

There’s a tick in the back of your throat, latching onto your breath and spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. The sight of him— acting so relaxed, so unbothered by the fact that he had compromised you all so effortlessly. Trapped you just as bad while he did it, and ended up in the same corner himself.

He was like a dog, thrashing against the leash bound to his neck. Always testing the limits at the expense of others. And when that post finally broke..

“You just wanted it so bad, didn’t you?” Anger. Your response comes through cold, throwing his guard off and allowing you a step forward. “You’ve lost sight of yourself ever since we got here.”

You’re standing right in front of him now, eyebrows furrowed together in a rivalry with the absentminded tilt of his head downward. Your chest swells with bile, held back by the sudden lurch of indignation that pushed you forward.

“Do you ever..” You pause, drawing a thick strand of breath from the bottom of your lungs. “..fucking think before you lash out? Do you even know why we’re going down here?”

Ding.

The pressure of your knife against his chest plate is swatted away in one swift motion. Tears threatening to keel over your eyelashes are held back with a rough tilt of your head, brushing away stray hairs and pulling your mouth into a tight line. The Knight’s arm is still extended towards the blade punctured through the wall, but he’s looking at you, and what was the threat to snap seconds ago is now confusion.

In the very last stretch of your peripheral vision sits Crane, behind him enough militia soldiers to kill you within seconds.

“The Hell..” He mutters, stealing a glance toward the mass of his men ahead. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

“We were afraid you’d run.”

Silently, you can’t help but feel the same. A sudden hesitation rising at the sound of Crane’s voice. There’s an edge to it that makes your skin prickle, and you glance back at the Knight. He’s looking straight forward, fists lightly clenched at the sides.

You turn away from him, stepping out of the elevator, and into the repurposed expanse that had become the Arkham Knight’s HQ.

He’s waiting for you with his fingers clasped, vials of fear toxin dragging at the cloth on his wrists. With a small nod, your militia soldiers disperse, heading for the other exit and leaving the two of you with him.

“Make it quick, Crane.” The Knight spits, crossing his arms to impose a threatening stance. “We have places to be.”

The modulator hides it. But you can see the way he’s placed most of his weight on the front end of his boots. Ready for something to let him off of his leash.

That was exactly why you were here. Crane knows it, you know it. The Arkham Knight had turned into something beyond the leader of the militia, and it was slowly costing you your chance at winning the war you waged. Snapping and snarling at everyone and everything for a chance to kill the Batman, with no clear sense of control. It was almost as if your commander had been replaced with a rabid dog.

He’d changed, and not for the better.

“You destroyed my greatest creation, Knight.” Crane’s tone blankets over you, condescending and twisting over your throat like a lethal serpent. “And you didn’t stop him.”

Your heart drops at his sudden change of direction, watching as Crane takes a step away from you. The Knight immediately reaches for his gun holster, and you’re quick to follow. Your attempt is simply laughed at, followed by the sudden intrusion of pitch darkness everywhere you look.

A sharp hiss simultaneously breaks out at your side, dousing your arms in a lukewarm breeze. You slap a hand over your mouth, but the substance is already sinking into your skin, leaving a trail of warmth as it spreads. The Knight swears from beside you, and it’s apparent that it’s reached him too.

The low flash of his modulator disappears with a zip, and you follow the noise with your own grapnel. Stumbling over a few railings and a staircase, you hear him stop, and light returns to your vision soon after.

The Knight breaks out into a coughing fit, and your eyes screw shut in reaction. What was once warmth is now an uncomfortable settling of balm throughout it the topside of your body, rendering your limbs pulsing and stiff.

“Fuckin- gas.” The Knight’s modulator rings out, muffled, bubbling with the crisp tone of his real voice underneath. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

Fire was an understatement. The sensation is unbearable, scalding waves of naught branching through your system to layer over, filling you with utmost dread at what Crane could’ve possibly dosed you with.

It’s worsening by the second. Another string of coughs from the Knight and it increases by what feels like tenfold, traveling down to settle in the pits of your stomach. You almost cry out when you hear him groan, burying your head into your arms and crossing your legs to lessen the heat.

And then you understand.

Crane knew he wouldn’t be vulnerable to any regular fear toxin. He knew the Arkham Knight was gullible when it came to seeing his mission through, and learned to reap the benefits in his own way.

That being, the violent shaking of his hands, back slouched and slid up against the wall to keep him up.

And you? What better way to test out one of his newest toxins with his partner right beside him? He could’ve used a sample that would’ve had you tearing each other’s faces off, but no, that was too simple.

This was worse. So much worse.

Your right knee hits the wall with a light thump, overturning one of the vials Crane had left behind into your hand. If there was any doubt in your mind before you raised the label eye level, it was gone within moments.

“Aphrodisiacs.” You scoff, tossing the empty glass into the distance. “I’m sure you know what that is.”

This was the worst way he could’ve punished you. Introducing fear in the loss of self control, sadistic rather than violent.

The Knight lets out a noise similar to the one that you had, pushing himself up against the wall before turning away from you.

“Great.”

There’s a strain to his voice that slithers into your ears, invasive and loud. It pushes its way past your esophagus, flowing down through your ribcage to pool at the center of your uterus. The sudden burn causes you to stumble forward, and by the time you’ve reached him, you’re nearly panting.

“Jason..” The call comes out dry, barren with a need to be washed away. “I can’t.”

You stop mid sentence, mustering a light groan as his hands latch onto the base of your armor, holding you firmly in place.

“I know, I know I know I kn…” His breathing is uneven, slurred words weaving around you in a delightful vibrato. “Take the helmet off.”

In that moment, your self control is ripped away completely. Your mind feels like it isn’t yours anymore, and you can only think about him, the Arkham Knight, Jason Todd. An animalistic desire erupts within you, begging for contact, for all of him at once.

Your fingers curl around his neck, index stiffly pressing down on the release button. As soon as the glass layer of his visor opens, you tug it off, clumsily setting it down on the table behind him.

The sight of him almost makes you lose it right then and there, twisting a knot of friction between your legs. Jet black hair coats his forehead in unruly strands, slightly damp along with the thin layer of sweat coating his face. And his eyes, iced over almost entirely with lust and mimicking a fatigued droop.

You’re interrupted by the sharp prick of his teeth, scraping skin off of your lips as they sink in. The breath you let out is cut off by the sudden intrusion of his tongue, shoved flat against yours and edging deeper still. It’s the aphrodisiac, wanting nothing but to consume you whole.

You can’t say you’re any different, as the loss of breath makes your hands work even faster on his suit. Pieces of armor are rudely dragged off and left to fall on the ground as you strip him of his outer layer, heading straight for the zipper once you’re done. Once you begin to pull, the Knight releases his hold over your mouth, gasping lightly at the wave of cool air washing over his exposed skin. You take his initiative of tugging your own zipper down to grasp his chin between your fingers, lifting up to dip your teeth into the center of his neck.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He breathes, running a hand under the lower portion of your bodysuit. “Don’t stop.”

The intrusion of metal against your pussy makes you gasp, front teeth dragging a rigid line down the Knight’s jugular. Spit paints sores of red and pressured white, covering his neck almost entirely before you move. Feeling his index finger run over your folds, you clamp down on the ridge of his collarbone. Tanged iron floods your taste buds, eliciting a muffled moan from the depths of your throat as you swallow greedily.

Blood streaks down the unshadowed part of the Knight’s chest as you retract, bringing a hand down to tug his glove off. Your spare reaches the end of his zipper, hastily clicking his belt off before dipping a hand under his waist. The inside of his thigh is searing hot, prickling under your touch. You can feel the pulse on the underside of his dick, unwavering and spilling beads of precum onto your fingers.

The stroke of your hand conjoins with the jerk of his fingers, causing the both of you to cry out in synchrony. You couldn’t feel any more full in the moment, yet, you need endlessly more. Your spare hand clutches a fist full of his hair, forcefully jerking his chin up to for another kiss. The scrape of your teeth against his makes you feel pyretic, the ignition of need on your body almost oppressive.

Your senses are almost lost to you as the Knight pulls away from your lips, leaving a deafening drum in your ears and your vision blurry. The only clear feeling is the shove of his fingers deep in your walls, twisting in a pattern that makes your head hang back. You can feel his cock throb violently in your fist, and the stretch of his fingers brings you right there. Your hand smoothes over the tip as he coats your stomach, feeling yourself gush over his fingers moments later.

Your panting is cut short by the abrupt shove of the Knight’s fingers in your mouth, lathering you in your own seed. The brush of his cock over your clit makes you whimper, biting down on his fingers to ease the scorch. Yet, you crave it all the same, tugging his fingers out of your mouth to stuff his own.

“Come on.” You cough, fingers curling against his tongue. “Fill me up, Jason.”

A brash moan cuts through the release of your fingers as he sinks down into you.

“Shit.” His breathing is nothing short of labored gasps, sliding you closer to his chest. “Need to feel all of you, sweetheart.”

You’d expect no less sweet talk from him even under such a nefarious high, words smoothing over you like a fresh douse of water. The pair of soft murmurs of how good you feel and the stretch of his cock fills you with a warm haze, evaporating in layers with each drag of him against your walls. Desire swiftly replaces the serenity, and you suddenly feel like the pace is too much. Your fingers run under his suit’s collar, nails digging into the plain of his back.

“More.” You mewl, dragging a course line through his shoulder blades. “Ah- give me- more.”

The Knight quickly obeys, picking you up by the plush of your ass and setting you against the edge of a table. Sultry invades every part of you as he burrows even further, and you feel like he might reach your intestines at this rate. He has you curled up against his waist, relentlessly pistoning into your cervix.

It’s all too fast— too much and too little all at the same time. The slap of skin against skin grows sloppier as your juices spill over his cock, winding the coil in your abdomen further than you thought it could go. You cry out as he practically manhandles you, curling your back further so you can take more of him. You can feel his skin cake under your fingernails at the pressure, and you’re forced to lick the salty trail of fresh tears as they trail helplessly down your face.

He paints your insides with ecstasy for the third time, and all you can feel is how full you are. Remnants of his seed drip out of your pussy and down your leg, something you’d certainly never felt before now. Even you knew the Arkham Knight wasn’t capable of holding you over the edge for this long— at least, not when his mind was his.

Over an hour had passed by now. You could feel desire being sucked from your body with each coming orgasm, eyes shut tight to prevent the tears from blurring your vision. The Knight had slowed down tremendously, having set you further against the table as he stretched you slowest he had all night.

“One more.” His voice is reduced to a complete rasp, eyes bloodshot and lashes dripping with tears. “It’s.. almost out.”

You nod, teeth grinding together as the adrenaline wears off and reality sets back in. The Knight’s fingers no longer burn your skin on contact, and he holds you still as he rides out his last orgasm.

The pounding in your head resides, and you’re left with nothing but the light chorus of your mixed pants and the soft squelch of his dick slipping out of you. Every inch of your skin is dewed with sweat, and a sore sits deep within the pits of your stomach, throbbing painfully in between your legs.

“Shit.”

You slowly zip your suit up, only managing to slide yourself off of the table before you’re sent tumbling over. The Knight feebly pulls you into his side, allowing the both of you to slide against the wall and onto the ground.

A glance is shared between you, and a sudden heat breaches your cheeks.

“Shit.” He mirrors, running a hand through dampened locks of hair shadowing his eyes. “Crane knew what he was doing.”

You saw it, too. The exhausted crease of his eyelids, the absolute agony running through your entire system. He’d planned this perfectly.

This hadn’t fixed anything, but you were too tired to shatter the peace you felt now, even if it was momentary.

“Hope you learned your lesson.”

He attempts to harden, scrutinize you with every ounce of energy he has left. The exertion leaves his head flush against your shoulder, and you run a hand over the scar on his cheek before you’re spent as well. His breath stalls at your touch, and only for a moment, you can feel the skin on his face tug upward.

“Maybe.”

#arqhms #arqhmsthirst #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #arkham knight x reader #arkhamverse #arkham knight smut #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #jason todd reader insert #jason todd x y/n #batman arkham knight

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Ingrid calls Carlo a pet name

CW: mention of nausea and headache (Ingrid is pregnant with Jack here). The movies are The Two Towers and ROtK btw ;)

It was barely noon, and Ingrid lay in the master bedroom with a cloth over her forehead. It had long since stopped being cool, and was now only damp instead of wet. She moved it an inch so it touched her hairline and the air cooled the wet skin it exposed.

Thick green curtains were drawn against the heat and light of midday. Insects trilled in the grass outside and she could hear a dog barking distantly— a neighbor of theirs habitually let his two yellow labs run loose around the wooded hills and they sometimes wandered onto Max’s property. Carlo worried about his cat, Lou, who would hiss if he saw them from the window and climb into his master’s arms flicking his tail.

Max told him Lou was too smart to ever get anywhere near those dogs. He was more worried about coyotes than the labradors, he’d said. Carlo had bent his head to press his mouth into Lou’s black fur, frowning at the mention of the coyotes. Sometimes they screamed at night from the tree line, sounding for a moment like human shrieks and then like the mad baying of a dozen wild dogs.

As if summoned by her wandering thoughts, Lou jumped on the bed, stretching his back and chirping in question. Ingrid held out a hand and felt the brush of whiskers on her palm. For half a second, she thought it was Max that appeared in the doorway. But Max was in D.C. all day at a conference. It was Carlo.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Do you want me to grab him? The door was cracked. He pushed it open.”

“No,” Ingrid answered as serenely as she could manage. “He’s good company.”

“Do you… need anything?”

She almost told him no, but thought of something. “Could you get me a ginger ale? They’re the little mini cans, on the door, bottom shelf.”

“Yeah,” he said, like he was surprised but pleased she’d said yes. Max was always asking Carlo things like that. It’s cold, you need socks? Want a blanket? I’m getting a drink, can I get you something, baby? She’d never loved someone by proxy before, but that’s how it was with him. It was Max’s steadfast love for him that instructed her, like slowly picking up bits of an accent. One day she saw him curled up in an armchair, head bent over a book, running his finger absently over his lower lip. Softly, like a gradual summer dusk, she realized she now loved him too.

Lou curled up a short distance from her and began to purr. Carlo returned with a can of cold ginger ale and popped open the tab before handing it to her, another of Max’s mannerisms. “You’re sweet,” she told him, taking a long drink and set it on the nightstand.

“God,” she complained, and lay back on her side. “I feel like a truck hit me.”

“How long will that last?” asked Carlo softly, conscious of her aching head.

“Oh, another couple of weeks maybe. What’re you doing today?”

He shrugged.

“I’m gonna put on a movie, if you want to wallow with me.”

He gave her a little smile and agreed, climbing onto Max’s side of the bed and curling up on his side in a mirror of her own position. Lou got up to reposition next to Carlo’s chest, and Carlo draped his arm over him. Ingrid clicked the TV on with the remote and tucked her knees closer to her chest.

By the end of the film, Lou had left them but Carlo had gotten under the top blanket and tilted his head close to her so she could not help but lay her hand in his soft hair, grazing her fingertips over his scalp. The sun had begun to descend from its zenith, evident by the angle and color of the light that persisted through the seams of the pulled curtains.

“Do you want to watch the next one, baby?” she whispered when the credits rolled, wondering if he might be asleep.

He moved an inch closer to her and nodded. She let her hand drift back to his hair. She’d never called him that before. It was Max’s favorite pet name for him, and she didn’t know if she was allowed. It seemed strange, having come from her lips and not from Max’s, but he did not give any indication there was anything amiss. She pulled her nails gently up the warm base of his neck and into his hair, over and over, to the rhythm of the oscillating fan.

#Carlo and Ingrid #pregnancy cw #like lightly mentioned #illness cw #also mild #fluff

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the-himawari · 3 months ago

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A3! Miyoshi Kazunari - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Treasure (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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*flashback starts*

Kazunari: Phew… Lovelin and the others at the Dog Circus sure were adorable~. Everyone was just too cute, I keep looking at the pics I took of them on my phone over and over again.

*door opens*

Kazunari: Ah, welcome back, Tax! Are you back from a run?

Tasuku: Yeah. I was running along the riverbank.

Kazunari: You go on both a morning run and an evening run… your self-discipline is no joke~.

Tasuku: Well, I enjoy running after all. …

Kazunari: Hm? What’s up?

Tasuku: …Are those pictures from the circus? That reminds me that I actually watched the dog circus the other day.

Kazunari: Huh? Hold on, are you talking about the same dog circus I appeared in?

Tasuku: Are there any others?

Kazunari: HUHH!? You came to watch! You should’ve shot me a line if that’s the case~!

Tasuku: Sorry about that. I was going to tell you but missed the chance to.

Kazunari: Sooo, how was it?

Tasuku: Well… it was fun, plain and simple.

Kazunari: I know, right~! It totes raises your sprits right up! Ah, and me? How ‘bout me?

Tasuku: You worked hard, didn’t you? The crowd was riled up when you guys appeared too.

Kazunari: Woohoo! Tax complimented me ♪

Tasuku: Also… the dogs were a sight to see. Their skills were impressive with the way they carried the balls so well and jumped so dynamically.

Kazunari: Ah, right! You’re a dog lover, aren’tcha! Is that why you came~?

Tasuku: …That’s not the only reason, okay?

Kazunari: I’ll just leave it at that~. …Ah, that’s right! That reminds me, there’s a spot I wanna go with you, Tax. If you’re down, then let’s go together!

Tasuku: Huh? A spot you want to visit?

-pause-

Dog A: Woof, woof!

Kazunari: They’re so cute I’m gonna die~! Shiba inu cafes are a fluff-filled heaven! Here, here. Head pats for you~.

Dog A: Woof!

Tasuku: They’re brimming with energy…

Dog B: Arf, arf.

Dog C: Bark!

Kazunari: I wanted to try coming here with you since you love dogs~… err, woah! The puppies are all over you, Tax. They’re all gathering at your feet! Give them some pats~!

Tasuku: Sure thing. …Here, here.

Dog B: Arf ♪

Dog C: Woof~.

Kazunari: The interaction between a big, rugged man and an adorable little doggo totally hits~. Let me snap a pic later!

Tasuku: No.

Kazunari: Aww! Buzzkill!

Dog D: Arf, arf, arf!

Tasuku: Would you like me to throw this ball? Here goes—.

Dog D: ARF, ARF!

Dog B: Woof, woof…!

Tasuku: Hey, that tickles. Haha. Here. Good boy.

Kazunari: (Tax is smiling from ear to ear~. What a rare expression we don’t usually get to see!)

-pause-

Kazunari: Ha, they were all so cute~. Tax with the dogs was super cute too. It was relaxing and I got to see something great!

Tasuku: …I’m not a spectacle.

Kazunari: But you know what they say! Good people are liked by animals! The doggies could totally tell, wouldn’t you say~?

Tasuku: …I don’t know about that.

Kazunari: Ahaha. Just take the compliment, will ya~! Ah, look. There’s a merch corner! There’s plushies and mug cups… All of them look cute~!

Tasuku: I see… they have stationary too?

Kazunari: —! Hey, lookie here, Tax! Isn’t this t-shirt cute af!?

Tasuku: …Uh. The dog is cute, but is the shirt cute…?

Kazunari: It totally is! But it might look pretty funny if you wore this, huh? Why don’t you wear it as your rehearsal shirt?

Tasuku: No thanks.

Kazunari: As expected~. Btw, do you still have some time after this, Tax? I won’t take no for an answer!

Tasuku: What is happening? …Well, I don’t have any particular plans.

Kazunari: I’ll treat you to a meal as thanks for coming along with me! I found a restaurant that has some tasty-looking chilled ramen~. You like chilled ramen, right?

Tasuku: I mean, yeah… I’m surprised you remember.

Kazunaru: That’s because I thought it was cute that you like chilled ramen! I’ll guide, so you drive! Let’s go!

Tasuku: Good grief...

*flashback ends*

Kazunari: After that place started serving chilled ramen, we started going there together every now and then~.

Tasuku: …Right. I guess that was the trigger. On that note, here’s your present.

Kazunari: Thanks! “On that note” was a weird segway, but okay! Can I open it?

Tasuku: Yeah.

Kazunari: I wonder what could be inside~ ♪

*opens*

Kazunari: —EH!? Isn’t this the t-shirt they were selling at the shiba inu café!

Tasuku: I remembered you liked it. I passed in front of the shiba inu café and they weren’t selling the exact same design… but I found and bought something similar. Like you said back then, you can wear this t-shirt during rehearsals.

Kazunari: I’m so happy~! Thanksies! I’ll wear it ‘til it gets all worn out!

Tasuku: Great. I’m glad if you like it. Since we’ve come all the way here, we might as well have some chilled ramen, right?

Kazunari: Of course!

Tasuku: It’s your birthday, so I’ll treat you this time.

Kazunari: Tax is so generous! Yippee!

Tasuku: Alright, let’s go in.

Kazunari: Ah! Hold up. You haven’t said happy birthday to me yet, have you!?

Tasuku: Ah… …Happy birthday, Miyoshi.

Kazunari: Thanks, Tax~!

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olinblogin · 1 year ago

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Sorry if I make another request you don't have to do this one if you don't want to of course ♡ can I ask for a Yan LBD x Fem reader x Yan Mayor? I don't see many content of them here in Tumblr unfortunately ;-;

I was thinking of an scenario when they want Reader to be part of them since LBD wants to destroy the planet for "perfection" She maybe can se Reader as someone who has the destiny to be by her side along with the Mayor of course, Thank you so much! 💖

Btw: I love your profile picture (╯✧▽✧)╯

Absolutely! I’m so glad you enjoy my stories so much to request from me again, Chipi! I really hope you enjoy this one as well, thank you again so much for your support I really appreciate it! :3

YAN!LADY BONE DEMON X FEM!READER X YAN!MAYOR

(Disclaimer; Lady Bone Demon is NOT possessing Bai He in this story!)

CW/TW FOR THE CHAPTER; kidnapping, chaining/bondage(not sexual), slight Stockholm syndrome(?), the mayor has his own TW.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you clutched at your windbreaker, which did little to end your shivering as you trudged up the peaks of the mountain. You peered back momentarily, watching the flashes a blue and gold strike the sky…

You had to focus on the task at hand. The ice you passed by that was made by the Lady Bone Demon whispered and beckoned for you… grazing yourself hands across the rings of samadhi you grimaced at the piercing heat they seemed to emit the closer you came to the center of the area where the ritual was first held…

A breeze of air bit your already flushed cheeks; sniveling to yourself you shoveled the rings back under your coat… at least that gave some warmth.

You tried to focus in on what everyone was talking about; but your hearing was overcome with a ringing noise that made you dizzy. Stumbling, the rings tumbled out of your jacket… you tried to pick them up, but you fumbled clumsily and fell to your side.

“[Y/N]?! Are you okay?!” MK screamed out, rushing to your side with everyone else in suit. You could barely hear his voice until the feeling of a familiar cold wrapped around your neck; yanking you back.

You choked out a yelp when you were tugged again, clawing at the cold clasp around your neck. You managed to crane your neck back a little to be met with the cold, undead eyes of the man who called himself the Mayor…

The same man you knew was working under the Lady Bone Demon.

He said nothing, just stared forward with that emotionless grin that split his face in two. MK was the first to spring into action; trying to summon the staff but fumbling when he remembers it wasn’t in his possession. “Let go of my friend you-.. you— you weirdo!” MK snarled, hoping to put on a threatening facade to hide how scared shitless he was.

The chain held to your throat threatened to strangle you, eliciting a groan from you.

“No need for name-calling, now. My Lady and I have come to an agreement… we wish to have your friend here as our own,” The Mayor said with far too much glee. Those words dawned on you and you snapped your gaze to his, his stone blue eyes slowly moving to your own. “What?! You can’t just..- I’m not yours! I’m not going with you, either!” You wobbled to your feet, trying to tug back the chain, thrashing and pulling like a rabid dog.

“You wish to act like a dog, then?” He mused; but he didn’t seem gleeful about it… for once he wasn’t smiling. A shiver ran up your spine.

“Well then. I suppose you do bark like one… I wonder if you’d bite. No matter.” The Mayor tugged back the chain and pulled you forward against him… he just happened to keep the hand holding the chain on your waist; and the other intertwined with yours.

It almost seemed like he was ready to waltz you around a lavish ballroom.

You heard a short, collective scream from your friends as you felt as if you momentarily blipped out of existence; only to be met with your knees to the floor and more chains now keeping you bound, your wrists behind your back, cuff still on your throat too.

The Mayor’s shoes clicked behind you, shivering when his cold hand ran up the back of your neck and through your hair; only for him to yank your head by your hair to force you to make eye contact with the Lady Bone Demon herself.

The more you stared into her eyes the more your ears rung, and the more whispers clawed at the back of your head… it felt as if ghostly hands were grabbing at any part of you that was possible… “How peculiar… what was such a gem as yourself doing with those miscreants who wish to sabotage my plans to bring destiny upon this world.” The Lady Bone Demon’s Hand went to your neck; and up under your jaw to lift your gaze to hers.

Despite the aching migraine forming in your brain, and her cold hand against your jaw; you couldn’t help but melt into the woman’s touch. The Lady Bone Demon’s eyes looked down at the chains bounding you, and glared back at the Mayor. “And why is she bound by ball and chain like a wild animal? Do you not forget why she is with us?!” Her usually calm voice formed into a shout; one that seemed to equally scare both you, and the Mayor. “Yes, my lady… but I couldn’t get her here without a struggle. I’ll remove her chains now,”

The Mayor kneeled by your side and undid the ghastly blue chains; which dropped to the ground and dissipated like fog.

“Now, my dear… let us shape this world anew. You are far too precious to lose in our reshaping if this wrong world.” The Lady Bone Demon raised the back of her hand and ran her knuckles across your cheek. “You’ll see fit with immortality, as well. We must bind you to us in every way possible.” The Mayor lurked behind you, still having that jarring grin that most didn’t seem real.

You wanted to scream… you wanted to yell and tell them to leave you alone; you wanted so horribly to run away and cry.

But it was like your mouth had a mind of its own.

“Yes, my lady.”

#lady bone demon #lmk lbd #the mayor #lmk mayor #yandere mayor #yandere Lady bone demon #yandere x Reader #yandere x Reader x yandere #character x Reader x character #polyamory #the mayor has his own TW

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