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astrologylunadream · 7 months

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Their Hidden Fantasies of You🥵👅🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream~ Here's a special reading this time on their hidden fantasies about you, yes you, enjoy~ hope you find your message♥️

(This one gets spicy beware🔥 darker themes included.)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^v^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🖤♥️🖤♥️

Pile 1⛓

Pile 2🗡

Pile 3🏚

Pile 4🤝

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🖤

Pile 1⛓

Sign energy: Choice, Distance, Crave, Important, Treat, Leo, Gemini, Mars, Sun, Neptune, 💁‍♀️👋👊🧛‍♀️

🖤Your person's energy: We have a lot of masculine energy right here so my pile 1's person is very bold and speaks their mind. You would describe them as "dreamy" and "hot" stuff like that lol so cute😍 Could he Leo, Gemini, Aries, or Scorpio, not really getting the Pisces vibe but for some of you maybe ヘ_(ッ)_/ Your person has a very fierce aura and they may have very intimidating features e.g arched eyebrows or a canine-like smile. They try to behave themselves and remain respectful, but I can tell they have it BAD for my pile 1!!🔥❤ Your person is giving off such a bad boy/girl vibe. They are so independent and no one can tell them what to do, they just do what they want~ They're a very physical person and they might sometimes get aggressive with you and lose control of themselves, this is only out of intense attraction for my lovely pile 1.😌 But they do their best to keep it together and not let their wild side get the best of them. Their voice is a huge turn on for you, and if they slick their hair back... that's when you loose it LOL🤣😳 Very strong willed individual, they have a great sense of self. The type to have a lot of admirers aswell.

💭Their hidden fantasies: Locked, Admiration, Force, Seduction, Closed, Sun, 5th house, Venus, Taurus, Virgo, 🧘‍♀️⛈🕸📆 OMGGG things just got heated in here😭😖 It's gonna be intense my pile 1's your person has some dark thoughts running around in their head. They're crazy about watching you give in, it drives them seriously. They wanna handcuff you, hold you down and force you to look at them/admire them😰😰🙊❤ Oh my gosh this is serious like they're crazy about you my pile 1... You're feeding their inner demons and aggressions they just want to unleash when you two are alone!! They want to seduce you and make you say their name... They fantasize about kissing your neck, and they wanna see how much you can take like wtf pile 1 your person is so intense and passionate about you like wow...🥵 They specifically want to make you nervous, they love the thought of you getting butterflies in your stomach as they literally consume you omg. They want to retrain and contain you while thrilling you every second... holding you down with a strong grip on your wrists as they please the hell out of you until you're moaning their name😭😭😭 Yes pile 1 that's what's in their head, and they're not telling ANYONE. Not even you... unless-👀

♥️Messages from your person: I don't wanna pressure you, I can see right through you, I can save you, It's karma, No one knows (This could be a karmic relationship you both are in together) Extra cards: Ladder, Dominant, Play, Darling, Clothes, Cancer, 6th house, Scorpio, Mars, 3rd house (WTF🥵🥱🌋⚠️)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the chains emoji~⛓ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 2🗡

Sign energy: Last, Lay down, Risk, Heiress, Model, South node, 7th house, Pluto, 3rd house, Gemini, 🪑🦉♋🐅

🖤Your person's energy: This could be an ex or someone from your past, it's definitely someone you have intense feelings about. I'm getting Libra or Scorpio oh hi pluto yep definitely Scorpio placements for sure.🎯 Gemini or Virgo could be in their chart or they could have these qualities. They could have Cancer in 7th house so Capricorn rising maybe!! Or Pluto in Cancer I'm seeing. Your person may be a model, they have very model-like features especially hands. I feel like you told yourself not to keep thinking about this person at one point, now here we are LOL👏💫 Your person has a very sexy appearance, you are really attracted to this person physically but also psychologically they make you 😈. They're the type to do what their told suprisingly, I feel like it's so easy to make them do whatever you want. You might not know this pile 2 but heyy now you know their little secret~ This person feels like a gamble to be with, you might feel like you're taking a huge leap of faith with them. They could be very rich or inherited lots of wealth from relatives in their family, they could he a future CEO of a company aswell. I'm getting some powerful vibes from my pile 2's person, they know what they're capable of.😌

💭Their hidden fantasies: Call, Yandere, Meant to be, Learn, Restaurant, 5th house, Eros, Neptune, 10th house, Fire, 👥🏃‍♂️🦥😩 Ohhh my pile 2 your person is totally obsessed with you and I mean (might kill) do anything for you🤭😳 They fantasize about the two of you together, sharing your experiences and everything with eachother. They can't stop thinking about calling you, they just wanna hear your voice!!🥰 Your person has suprisingly soft and sweet thoughts of you like hugging and cuddling while watching movies, eating out and walks on the beach.🌊 They actually just really fantasize about spending time with you and getting to know eachother better. But don't forget they're a little bit crazy over you too, like I mean yandere vibes over my pile 2's.😅😨 I feel like the second you two are apart they feel awful, like nothing else matters. They just wanna be around you and keep you forever. They fantasize about having fun with you, hoping you won't run away. They're addicted to you, and they secretly love the thought of moaning for you💭😳🖤 They have fantasies about you dominating them or putting them in their place, they get so turned on when you ask them to do something for you. They love being worthy for you, omg I feel like they also fantasize kissing/touching you when you're sleeping/unconscious. They fantasize of anyone that gets close to you simply disappearing, taking you all for themself.🥰🔪❤

♥️Messages from your person: Right now, You read my mind, I'm not as great as I appear, You have a lot to offer, You're pretty (Awwweee pile 2 did you hear that???😍💖) Extra cards: Audience, Work, Dance, Head, Only one, Leo, 11th house, 2nd house, 5th house, Libra

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the sword emoji~🗡 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 3🏚

Sign energy: Red, Care-taker, Shoes, Authority, Secret admirer, Uranus, Neptune, Sun, Cancer, Aries, 👅🌁🌊🙋‍♂️

🖤Your person's energy: My pile 3's your person is a very bright and charismatic person~⭐ They have a great smile that makes it hard not to smile back. Very strong masculine vibes, could have prominent veins or muscles. They like the color red and feel drawn to it. Very likely a secret admirer or has a little crush on you. They make unique expressions especially with their mouth/tongue. May stick their tongue out often, they have a very unique tongue (just saying🙄😈❗) They may live near a bridge or body of water. They like to "wave" at people a lot haha, very friendly and outgoing. They are a very dominant type and are very assertive but also caring protective over those they care about. Care-free and fun loving individual, Their father could be very intimidating or cold. Pile 3 your person has nice ankles/feet or you may stare at their shoes at lot (because you get nervous!!🤭😳). They have your back when you need them, very supportive and helpful. I feel like they work around animals or care for them often. The type to be a shoulder to cry on, and lighten your mood.☀️ Their chest is very attractive to you, they have a very masculine chest. Seriously they just have such a dominant attitude about them!!😫😉

💭Their hidden fantasies: Black, Keep a secret, Virgo, Ability, Meant to be, 6th house, Venus, South node, 10th house, Moon, 🌡🩺💅☀️ Ohhh you guys your person has some secret thoughts abt you!! They think about you guys' past a lot, and they fantasize about a hidden love affair between you two. They want you to do as they say, submitting to their dominance.😳🥵 They fantasize about owning you, making you their little pet, controlling you, they like imagining you with a collar/leash💀🥵🥵 They want to "keep" you. Leading you, being your "savior". Taking care of you, this all makes them horny af😭 Calling your name in a commanding way, "good girl/boy" and "you did well". They can't stop thinking about your 🍒🍑, they want to touch them, grab them... the list goes on and on. Tugging on your chain, Lifting your chin up, They fantasize about the sensation of your nails on their skin. Scratches and bite marks are all up in their imagination. My pile 3 your person thinks you're so hot and meant to be with them, they want you to be theirs!!

♥️Messages from your person: Don't underestimate me, I can't control myself, You make me happy, I do, No one makes me feel this way (Ahh so cute🥰) Extra cards: Peace, Distance, 10th house, First, Eyelashes, 3rd house, Moon, Gemini, Earth, Virgo

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the haunted house emoji~🏚 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 4🤝

Sign energy: Fashion, Think outside the box, Accusation, Only time will tell, First, Gemini, Water, 2nd house, Capricorn, Scorpio, 🎭💜😢🖌

🖤Your person's energy: I'm seeing a really cute person tbh their energy is just so lovely and sweet~ They may be a painter or like drawing, could be an artist. Fashion designer is coming through, they may be into clothing. They have many charms about them, but they can be very distrustful of others. They are quick to assume things about other people, making them disappointed in nearly every encounter with someone.👥 For some reason I'm getting thay they don't get along with Gemini's easily, they could have a lot of Gemini or Mercury influence in their chart, Scorpio mercury is likely. Could be Capricorn or Taurus, They could have Mercury in the 2nd house. For a lot of you this person is a Libra rising which makes sense because of the fashion, they like aesthetically pleasing things. This could be you they find pleasing pile 4~😊 You could be dating this person but for most of you I'm getting not yet in a relationship with them. I feel like your person plays around with you often and enjoys getting on your nerves. On the other hand, they might not outwardly express themselves on the surface, actually I'm getting for some of you this person only expresses their emotions through art or creative ideas. Only then will you see a glimpse of their true feelings.🤍🖤

💭Their hidden fantasies: Boyfriend, Attraction, Tease, Foreign, End, 9th house, Virgo, Air, Taurus, Sagittarius, 💉💎🆚️♋ Hmmm okayyy we got some heavy Sagittarius energy this could be a sign that they wanna explore my pile 4's to the fullest. Your person has fantasies of taking you to a foreign place/country far away, taking you on a crazy adventure just to have you all to themselves. I feel like the wanna see how much you can take, mentally and physically. So they're always teasing you, trying to get reactions out of you. They have fantasies of biting your neck playfully and watching you freak out, they love the thought of you blushing over them. They want to please themselves with you, and surprise you with crazy fun.🥵😝💫 They wanna try so many different new things with you, and you're their test subject. They want you to see them as hot and attractive, they just wanna get you on your knees for them.🔥 Playing around, wearing you down, kissing you roughly when you're weak and vulnerable. They fantasize a lot about these sort of things with you, Your thighs are a turn on for them, as well as your neck and stomach. They want to give you marks all over so you know you're theirs. They imagine you falling head over heels for them, this is what they want the most. They want you to be in awe over them, your devotion is their biggest fantasy. And they just wanna have a crazy wild fun time😈💥💋🎆

♥️Messages from your person: I can't control myself, Give me more, I can't take anymore, You deserve the best, Because of you, I have a lot to offer (Ahh they're so into my pile 4's😍) Extra cards: Vision, Emotions, Future, Red, Expand, Mars, Cancer, Venus, Water, 6th house (They really want a future with you, they want to stay with you. They're serious you guys!!💐💍🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the holding hands emoji~🤝 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

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virgincels · 4 months

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BELL JARS AND BUTTERFLIES !

ft. infinite darkness!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. emotional abuse, mom-son incest, power dynamics, sub leon, some references to past physical abuse not explicit tho, few drug references, p in v

note. hai :3 put id leon cuz that’s who i saw but!!! u can think ab whoever u want :3 thank u to @devilmayfuck for proofreading oh my gosh :3 still ignore mistakes bc I tend to make em while formatting! feedback n rbs so appreciated <3

tumblr removes fics that, for example, use tw non-con and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

It’s no surprise that Leon breached contract and put his dick in his shrink. He tends to do these things around women that sound like school teachers. To be fair, the contract wasn’t his to breach, she’s totally taking advantage of his vulnerability or whatever.

“You still live with your mother, Leon?” It’s a statement, not a judgement, he takes offence either way.

“She’s sick,” Leon says, and it’s a bold-faced lie, they both know that she, his shrink, has his file. That you’re well and alive. He doesn’t like to talk about you to her. Mainly because what you have done to him is private, no one else needs to know, it’s the only thing no one knows about him— The only thing that’s not written across his dossier in bright red is that he and mommy have a less than sound relationship. It’s the only thing that is his.

“Sick?” She’s not much older than you, and she’s not as beautiful as you.

“Sick,” He confirms, and it’s not far from the truth. Physically sick, nah, but Mommy might be, she certainly is, the biggest narcissist Leon has encountered in all twenty-eight years of his shitty life, and that says something. ‘Cause Leon works with the US government. He’s owned by them, actually, to say he’s working would be a lie— He’s been owned all his life, first by mommy, then by work, and Leon has started to think it’s always going to be this way. That it’s okay because he doesn’t have to dissect, ache and hurt like he does when he’s thinking.

When she tries to probe further, as it is her job, her duty, in the same way it is Leon’s duty to save the world on any old Monday, he leaves. The apartment is his by lease, but Leon has never stayed long enough to call it a home, he’s never considered it anything more than where you are.

His fist knocks against the lacquered wood, and you answer a minute or so later. It doesn’t suit you. Trying to fit in with all the D.C career women, prim and polished and intelligent, that’s just not you. At your core, mommy is trailer trash through and through. Your smile is artificial, and your nightgown is too, it’s ill-fitting, the only thing you’ve worn well is his father’s anger. Leon thinks that if he wasn’t so full of the milk of compassion, whatever it is Lady Macbeth said, he would help you out. Show you what you’re truly worth. Unfortunately, all Leon would like, all he has ever wanted, is his mommy.

“Leon,” Your concern comes sparingly, so he takes what he can, head dropping to your shoulder. He melts. You’re about as friendly as a loaded gun, but Leon’s got suicidal tendencies and all that jazz. “Baby, what happened? You look so thin, my goodness, you must weigh less than me.” It’s true, looks like he weighs seventy pounds soaking wet. Skin stretched thin over his bones. Teetering from left to right on ankles so thin they’re ready to snap. “What’s this? Looks expensive.” Your eyes sparkle as you take in his appearance, tracing the fabric of his Armani tie with tenderness you have never given to him.

“Ma,” Leon mumbles into your neck, he stumbles past the threshold and the door clicks shut behind him. All he wants is a kiss or two.

“Leon,” You say his name the way you did before, “That’s not my name, darling, you used to be such a good boy.”

“Mommy,” He corrects himself, it’s always been mommy and no one else, “I’m sorry for— I’m sorry for leaving.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Whether he comes or goes, you don’t care, your flippant nature drives him insane. “You’re too much like your father.”

He is not. If Leon was anything like that man, more scum than blood and flesh and bones, your face would be in the concrete. But Leon is your son, and he is who you’ve made him to be. Cowardly. “I’m sorry,” The words dry up in his mouth when your nails rake down his clothed chest, a soft whine slips from the base of his throat, like he’s a dog. Then you scratch behind his ear, and he really is a dog, tail between his legs and everything.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Mommy says, and you pout at him— Did you get your lips done? The money wired over to your account is for necessities. He’s a civil servant, there's nothing classy about that. You piss him off. You do. But you’re his mommy, and he loves you.

The bed smells like you, it was his once, but you take over every aspect of his life. Eat away at any part of him that isn’t appropriate by your terms, a vetting process harsher than the DSO’s. Now Leon’s here, faced with the same hole he crawled out of. The same hole he wishes to crawl back inside. It was safe in there. Warm and quiet. Darkness cradling him like you never have. The one place in which he cannot move, speak or be. The closet he can get to that is stuffing his dick inside.

“Outside clothes on my bed,” You tut, lifting back the covers so you can undress him, “What’s this?” In your hand is an orange tube that you’ve swiped from his back pocket. Leon blinks as you squint at the label. “Oh, darling, you don’t need these, let mommy keep them safe, alright?” Leon nods. That was a new prescription, paroextine, fluoxetine made him a smidge less suicidal, meaning instead of wanting to drive his car off the side of a bridge anytime he got in, he simply drove without a seatbelt in hopes of being crushed to death by a thirty-two tonne truck. Natural selection or whatever. Side effects were shakes, to the point where Sherry was worried he went and got himself put down in the Guinness World Records Book as the youngest recorded case of Parkinson’s disease.

“I need those, ma,” His voice breaks when you tuck them into your bedside cabinet, facing him with your beautiful, cruel smile.

“You don’t need them, Leon,�� You gesture for him to come closer, he does, presses his face into your tits, and lets you tell him what’s right and wrong. When it’s coming from you it will always be wrong, but he’ll listen anyway. “It’s not real, baby, you know that, don’t you? I thought you were smarter than this— Shouldn’t be wasting all your money on therapy of all things, I mean, you go to talk for an hour and that supposedly makes everything better?”

“Mm,” Leon makes a noise that is both a grunt and a hum. Please, for the love of god, shut up and get him off— Do something. Hold him. Comfort him. You’re his mother.

“Then they want you to take all these pills-“

“They’re meds, ma,” He corrects for the sake of his— Well, for the sake of nothing at all. Not his ego, not his dignity, they have been depleted completely.

“Meds, huh? You can get addicted fast, and then next minute you know, darling, you won’t be able to function without them- You’ll be like a zombie.” You kiss the top of his head, cooing softly when he raises his head to look up at you like the sad, wet dog he is.

“It’s not crack, ma.”

I know you wish it was.

For an indolent lady who spent half her time doped up on what could only be described as sludge, putting morphine in his milk bottle, you do talk a lot of shit.

“Hah,” Your face changes, you laugh anyway, “You’re so funny, Leon.” You tell him, and he thinks, obsessively, that he would do anything to hear that laugh again.

“Thanks, ma,” Leon’s unrest is mollified by the featherlight touch of your hand on his bare chest, your nail drags down his sternum, as if you’re splitting him in half. It digs into the toughness of his abdomen, he squirms, “That feels weird,” He mumbles, unable to voice out his dislike properly.

“Leon,” You sigh heavily, heavier than his cock in his briefs, “You don’t feel anything, my sweet thing, you’re all empty inside.” He’s a bell jar waiting for its butterfly.

“My poor baby, look at you, can’t do anything without mommy.” Without mommy Leon doesn’t know how to be a real person.

“Can’t eat,” You trace his ribs, sticking out in odd angles through a yellowed layer of skin, “Can’t sleep,” The hollows of his face, his sunken eyes, they tell you everything, “Can’t even breathe without me, can you Leon?” Without mommy he has to be kicked in the gut so his lungs remember what it’s like to breathe. He has to constantly be on the verge of death to know what it’s like to live. “It’s so tiring, darling, I’m too old to be taking care of you.”

“Mommy,” Leon pleads, helplessly, the only manner in which he can behave is helpless.

“Baby,” You toy with his waistband, “You need mommy to help you feel, don’t you?” Feeling should be innate to a human being, shouldn’t it? “Even when you were a baby, Leon, you only cried when mommy did, I used to think it was sweet, but now, darling, it’s gotten a little old.”

Leon whines softly, animal-like, caught by the ankle like a hunted stag, “I’m sorry, mommy— I can’t help it.”

“Oh, it can’t be helped, Leon,” Mommy says impassively, because it is such a chore to jerk off your mentally stunted almost thirty-year-old son. It’s not his fault. He didn’t choose to be this sex-mongering freak that needs to be punished to get off, to not feel ill— To be alive. You started it, and Leon’s sure you’ll end it. Brought him into this world, and you’ll take him right back out of it. At the drop of a hat too.

Your nail, red and glossy and a tad too sharp, presses into his leaking slit. One hand curled around his jaw, the other down his pants. You fish his cock from his boxers, “Mommy was waiting for you,” That makes his chest ache, knowing that he had crossed your mind even once for just a split second, god, he could die a happy man, “Every time you leave I get so worried, I start thinking, well, gosh, how is my Leon doing without his mommy?”

Bad. He does bad in general. Around you it’s bad. He is entirely bad at all times, at every minute, every passing second. With you it’s less bad.

“I just miss you,” Leon says, helplessly beyond help.

“All the time?”

“All the time,” He agrees.

“Oh, baby,” You coo.

“Do you… Did you miss me?” He asks, breathless, twisting in your grip like he’s fitting. Your touch is a million pinpricks on exposed nerves. There's no answer, you just stroke his dick instead, and his moan shatters like an ice fractal. Leon wants to ask and beg and demand— He turns stupid too quick when you cup his balls, squeeze ‘em hard.

“So noisy,” Mommy spits on her palm, real classy, a bit of your whore heritage comes out— See that, it’s a real Kennedy move, dad would be proud. Then you get his cock nice and wet, pumping his shaft as he leaks through the gaps in your fingers. “My sweet boy, you used to be so cute. I miss when you were blonde— It happened to your dad too, it’s a shame.”

“Sorry,” Leon says as if it is his fault natural progression took place, his hips bucking upwards into your fist, schlick, schlick, schlick.

“Well, there’s no need to be sorry about it, you can’t do anything about it, Leon,” Well, at least you’re sane enough to know that, “You know what you can do, darling?”

He shakes his head, abs contracting, balls tightening, ready to blow—

“Clean up before you come to see me,” Your hand is gone, his dick twitches like there’s a parasite inside of it waiting to burst out, “I’m not stupid, Leon,” Your palm sits on his cheek, looking at his stubble with distaste, “And you should shave, look too much like your dad otherwise.”

The scruff is purely out of neglect for his appearance. Leon has never put much thought into it, no one’s ever complained, he’s fuckable. Very fuckable. So fuckable— It’s just you. Mommy says and Leon scrambles to do.

“Off you go then,” You shoo him away, force him to pick his discarded clothes off the floor, he tosses them in the laundry basket. His shrink left the print of her brown foundation on his collar— That’s what you meant by clean up.

In the bathroom cabinet he finds a packaged razor covered in a film of dust. His hand is shaking, nicks his chin once, the sting is not half as bad as your touch. When Leon returns, the nightgown is off, folded neatly on the side, he almost trips over getting to you.

“Mommy,” Leon mumbles around a mouthful of tit, like a proper stupid baby, dumbed-down to fit mommy’s taste.

“I know, baby,” You kiss the crown of his head, stroking over until your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Oh, there is just nothing inside of you but that big ol’ heart, huh?” It’s true. He’s empty but his heart. A heart that turns on its hind legs, rolling over onto its back for mommy and mommy only.

Leon hums, suckling on your nipple like he’s going to get milk out of it. “Can I—“ Leon lifts his head, ducks back down to avoid your scathing gaze.

“Can you what, baby?” You thumb his bottom lip, nail grazing his teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” He says, because he would like to fuck you.

“That’s not how you talk to mommy,” You go to push him off, but Leon shakes his head, and he is stronger— He is, he pins you down, presses his face into your neck. An apology that you accept.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” He’s trembling, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, didn’t mean to talk like that— I’m sorry, please, can we-“

“Fine,” You cut in, and he knows that mommy is a slut. More so than him. That you want it just as bad, you just like playing games.

Leon’s lips part when the tip of his fat cock sinks into your heat. He wishes that your hole would gape like the maw of a beast and swallow him up David Cronenberg style. Wouldn’t that be so fun?

There’s a falter in your breath when he bottoms out with a squelch. You try to be this way, so unaffected, but Leon knows that you’re a glutton for cock. Not his alone, which crushes him, any old dick would do for his mom. It’s how she got by way back when.

“I love you,” Leon moans into your mouth when let him kiss you for the first time tonight, he savours it, lets the taste linger, “I love you, mommy.”

You loop your arms around his neck, pull him closer so his cock is deeper, hitting your cervix with the fat head. The most he can do in your grip is move his hips back and forth shallowly, never allowing more than an inch out of your sweet cunt. It’s suffocating and yet he loves it. Your love is a cage. Contains him. Leon licks the droplet of salty sweat that trickles down between your tits, he spurs his hips forward, fucks you with all that he’s got— This is all he’s good for, just good to give you your fill of dick. That’s why you had a son.

“You can do it better than that, Leon,” You’re panting, eyes glassy as you smile your gorgeous smile at him, “I know you can.”

With a grunt, he fucks you with fervour, balls slapping against your ass, all the nasty shit you love. His dick jumps inside of you, and you gasp, biting down on your tongue as he slams into you once, twice, thrice— Oh, it's so over. Leon can’t help it. Mommy’s pussy is so warm, so hot and wet and tight. Your disappointment is tangible. No need to hide it.

We can work on that, his shrink usually says to mask her annoyance at his premature ejaculation.

Mommy just shakes her head while frowning.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Leon’s body jolts, hips still moving despite the oversensitivity, his cum makes your cunt sloppier. He fucks it back into you like the filthy boy— man he is, so set on making you come undone that it comes across as a little freakish. Like he’s in a trance or some shit. “I’m so- I’m so sorry, mommy— Didn’t mean to— Fuck, I’m sorry, sorry—“

“Leon, stop that,” You place a hand on his chest. He stops. Leon is good at that. Taking instruction no matter how life-threatening, no matter how embarrassing, he’ll do it to be worth something.

“I’m so sorry,” He croaks, truly humiliated by his dick’s lack of selflessness. Shit just cums without Leon telling it to do so.

Mommy pats his head, “It’s okay, baby, you’re only a stupid little boy, aren’t you?”

Leon nods. Mhm. Mhm. Yup. Yup. That he is. Mommy’s stupidly depraved little boy. Just makes sense.

God, yes. “Yes, mommy,” Leon finds himself face to face with your cunt. One that popped him out. A well-beaten yet pretty pussy, because all of you, to Leon, is beautiful no matter how worn out. He parts your cushioned lips, teeth tugging at your labia as he dribbles his spit over your fat pussy. His cum sticks to your inner-thighs, a shiny trail that dries up before he can lick it up and spit it back onto your puffy cunt.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling at his hair till he’s sure the roots have weakened and now he’s even more prone to male pattern baldness than he was before. Leon focuses his attention on your clit, it’s small and fleshy on the tip of his tongue, the more he sucks the more you drip drop and fill his mouth with your slick. Crazy that is. The clit. It’s just a gift that keeps on giving. And it's good both ways. Leon gets to quell that urge, the sucking on a tit urge, and mommy cums so hard her thighs snaps shut around his head. Your back bows off the bed, and god dammit is he proud.

With the lower half of his face covered in your wetness, Leon re-emerges to kiss you. “That’s enough, darling,” You tell him after the fifth and final kiss. He holds onto it. He just wants you, his mommy. Is it so bad to want?

“I love you, mommy,” Leon says for what might be the third or hundredth time of the night.

“I know, darling,” Your nose bumps his, “I did miss you, Leon, if I’m being honest.”

“Really, mommy?” His heart skips a beat or two. God, it might’ve fucking stopped. Then he’d just be a doll of some sort. The rarest collectors doll that mommy could put in a glass case and show off and dust off— Well, to think she’d care enough to dust him off, Leon has a bit of an overactive imagination.

“Really, darling.” Mommy nods, and he’ll take it. He’ll take it and treasure it.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Could I request Asra getting jealous because Lucio keeps flirting with his so at the masqarde.

Oh my goodness, of course you can! I literally love this idea so so much and this is my first time writing for the Arcana her on tumblr, so thank you so much for asking this! <3

Jealousy - Asra Alnazar

Pairing - Asra Alnazar x reader

Warnings - asra being too gosh dang hot, but other than that, nothing

Word Count - 1,169

Notes - thank you super duper much for the request! this was so much fun to write! have a super awesome day, anon! also, italics in dialogue mean whispering

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

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“Are you ready, my love?” Asra placed his hand on your back, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. His lips were always so warm. “Of course I am. Are you ready?” “Ready to see Lucio talk about himself for thirty minutes about how happy he is that we all came to his birthday celebration? Oh, I'm all geared up.” You giggled as you lightly smacked Asra’s arm. “What?! You can't be mad at me! That selfish prick just adores talking about himself.” “Think of the food Asra. The free food.” “Oh, dear, you have just got me all pumped up for this ball.” You laughed as you watched Asra speed up, his dress flying behind him. “Well, are you coming or not?” “Of course I am!” You ran forward, grabbing Asra’s hand, walking into the giant castle. Something about the town of Vesuvia was so magical. It always felt like something out of a fairy tail. And to be there with Asra had you through the roof. You loved that man more than anyone. His bright white hair that seemed to glitter in the sun. His lips that looked like they were always covered in dewdrops. He was an angel. You would always think why he chose you, but you thanked the stars he did. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies. You wouldn't give him up for the world.

“Damn,” Asra giggled, holding you by the waist as you stood in front of him. “Lucio’s still talking. I was hoping we could make it after his dumb speech.” “We’re never that lucky, darling.” “I know. Never. Good entertainment, I suppose.” “You suppose.” You snorted and Asra got down to your level, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “I'm going to grab us some drinks from the other room. Behave, okay?” You cupped his face and turned around, your nose pressed against his. “Don't tell me to behave, Asra. You behave.” You pressed a small kiss against his lips, making him melt. You pulled away, your lips slightly sticking to his. “Darling, don't do that or we are never going to get our drinks.” He licked his lips and walked away, making you swoon. God, how did he do it?

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“Okay, but consider-” “Ilya, I'm busy. Maybe another time?” Asra tried pushing past a crowd, having difficulty getting away from his conversation with Julian that struck at the punch bar. Why did he have to be so nice? “Asra, please! I just want to see you conjure a rabbit or something!” “For the last time, Ilya,” Asra turned around, his whole outfit flying around him. “My magic doesn't work like that! Now can I please, for the love of everything holy and good, please get by?!” The whole room went quiet and cleared out of the way for Asra. He walked by, his face turning a dark shade of crimson that was thankfully covered by his mask. “Well let me know when it can, Asra!” “Shut up, Ilya!”

When Asra finally got around everyone, which felt like an eternity, he nearly dropped both of the drinks in his hands at the gruesome sight he had to put his beautiful blue eyes upon. Lucio and you were standing in a corner together, drinks already in hand, talking. Asra’s blood was boiling.

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You were laughing at some stupid joke that Lucio made when you turned over to see Asra looking at you, tears clearly in his eyes. His hands were clenched, making the drinks he was holding bend a little. You didn't even notice that Lucio was still talking to you. Everything felt muffled. Did Asra think something else was going on? You went to step away, but Lucio grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going? We still have a lot to talk about! Like that stunning regalia you have on!” You looked back to where Asra was standing, but he left. “Lucio, I just have to run to the restroom. I'll be back.” “Alright! Don't take too long!”

You ran all over that castle. Where could he have gone? You weren't about to give up though. You couldn't leave Asra in that state.

As you went to turn a corner, you felt yourself bump into someone. Someone tall. “Julian! Oh thank god you’re here! Have you seen Asra anywhere?” “Asra? Uh… I was talking to him earlier… And then a couple of minutes ago, I saw him holding his mask heading in that direction.” Julian stuck out his thin finger down a long empty hallway. You couldn't believe you did this to Asra. “Asra!” You found him sitting in the courtyard that took you much too long to find even though it was just at the end of the long hall. “Hello, love.” “That earlier, it wasn't what it looked like.” “Hm?” Asra looked up after digging in his bag for a few moments, the moon shimmering off of his most beautiful features, making you fall in love all over again. “Oh that? Oh, I know. It was nothing, right? I know it wasn't! You would never do anything like that to me.” You tilted your head. “Asra… are you okay?” “Just peachy, my love. Just peachy.” He dug in his bag again and finally pulled out something with a smile. “Faust, you don't have venom, do you?” “Nope!” “Ah, damn.” “Asra,” you sat next to him, scooting his bangs out of his eyes. “I'm sorry.” “What are you sorry for? Lucio needs to be the one to apologize for trying to flirt with you. The dumbass looked idiodic. Though I do accept your apology. Even if I think it's ridiculous that you decided to take a drink from him.” “So you’re not mad?” “Oh, no, I'm pissed. Very much so. Not at you though, love. Not at you.” Asra pressed a kiss on your forehead and turned to Faust. “What do you think we should do to Lucio, Faust?” Faust slithered away, coming back with a stick. “Poke!” “Love, you don't have anything sharp on you, by any chance?” “Asra!” “I'm kidding. I can just poison his drink.” “Asra!” Asra giggled and pulled you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “All just jokes, my dear.” You played with the back of his dress with a smile and he rubbed circles into the small of your back, humming softly. “I feel bad though, Asra.” “Oh, don't you dare. Though,” Asra pulled away, his smile turning to a sly smirk. “I think you should reconsider before you talk to Lucio,” he pulled you close, putting his lips against your ear. “Or you’re going to be in big trouble next time.” He pressed a kiss on your earlobe and pulled away, walking back towards the castle. All while you stood there with a red face. The sly bastard knew you weren't going to leave him, so he teased you for it. You couldn't help but love him though. Especially because of that.

#asra alnazar #asra #asra alnazar x reader #asra x reader #the arcana #the arcana x reader #asra the arcana #asra alnazar the arcana #x reader #request #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing

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gamerbearmira · 5 months

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CHRISTMAS CAROL

The Fantasma, the one wearing her son’s ruana and face, led her to a small graveyard where two headstones, covered in snow, lay side to side. Alma knew what was going to be written on the first one, but it still pained her when Bruno brushed the snow off of it.

Mirabel Madrigal Beloved daughter, friend, and sister. She will be missed by all.

We’re so sorry, Mira. -L&I

Alma fell to her knees, tracing her fingers over the engravings. Luisa had to make this headstone. How had things gotten this bad? She wanted to earn the miracle, but was the price her grandchildren?

The ghost walked next to her. Setting his right hand on the stone, he pointed to the other grave with his left.

“Oh, Brunito…the other stone is mine, isn’t it? Did fate take me in exchange for Mirabel?”

Bruno kept pointing. Then, slowly, to Alma’s horror, he shook his head no.

“N-no? Then who…where…”

Bruno took her hands one last time, and they were transferred to the same place, except it was springtime. The two of them walked to Casita, the doors slowly creaking open rather than their usual jaunty waving.

It must have been after Mirabel died. Alma could hear sobbing from inside the kitchen. Julieta. Agustin was standing on the landing, eyes puffy from crying. In his hands, he clutched a white top with embroidered butterflies, the one Mirabel always wore. Alma reached out to touch the fabric, but her hand passed through.

On the other side of the house, next to Dolores’s door, the portrait swung open a crack. Had there always been a hole in the wall?

Alma turned, about to ask the ghost, but Bruno had disappeared once again. Out of options, Alma climbed into the hole in the wall.

The inside of the walls were dark and shabby. Cracks ran through the walls, beams lay loose across the ceiling, and in some places the floor had fallen through, leaving holes. Alma walked and walked, grateful that she couldn’t actually fall or put weight on the floorboards. Then, suddenly, a scream. Alma broke into a run, trying to identify from where it came from. The scream sounded like Pepa’s, but what had happened to make her sound like that? The last time she had screamed like that was when she had found a rat that chewed on her favorite doll and then died on it, and that was when she was a child. So what had she found in the walls?

Alma skidded to a halt in front of the biggest floor hole she had seen yet. While the others were smaller, just large enough to get a careless leg stuck if the person wasn’t looking where they were going, this one took up an entire chunk of the floor. On the other end, Pepa had fallen to her knees, wailing with a storm brewing over her head. Felix was holding onto her, but his shock was also clear on his face.

If even Felix couldn’t mask his horror, what was in the pit? All of them were seated around the table on that snowy Christmas Day, so nobody was missing.

Unless…

Alma, despite not wanting to know, slowly looked into the large pit and nearly threw up. Even all that way down, even if the body was a few months old and starting to decompose, she would know that green fabric anywhere. It was the one that Bruno had always worn before…

She blinked. She was once again in that snowy graveyard, once again kneeling in front of a grave, but this one had only two words. No inscription, no notes of achievement, just a name.

BRUNO MADRIGAL

Oh.

IHBQCEJK WHAT. THIS IS. SO UNEXPECTED. BUT VERY WELCOME. OH MY GOSH ITS SO GOOOOODDDD RAHHHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

No but like actually. This is really well written and. So radical <3333 but like. This part of the story (in any iteration) always mad me so sad. And maybe scared me a little bit. It like at least Alma was really put into prospective. And that is what always snaps them out of it, and clearly it snapped something into Alma 💀

AND PEPA. FINDING BRUNO??? OH MY GOAH ITS SO GOOD BUT ALSO REALLY SAD LIKE?? ALMA PLEASE. YOU JUST GOT REALITY CHECKED NOW FIX IT.

Literally if you have more. I will totally read it <333 perhaps some art??? Dunno but I love this 🤭

This is me rn if you even care

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto Bruno #encanto Julieta #encanto Agustin #a christmas carol

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pragmatic-optimist · 1 year

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This week's theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username (or, if you like, a part of your username).

The rules: Tag a fic that starts with the same letter as your username and describe why it's so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Please tag @welcometololaland or tag #fic rec friday so they can compile the masterlist.

Okay, so clearly, I can’t read because I chose fics that started with an “S” for my actual first name and not my URL lol. I tried to fix this, but the amount of fics that start with a “P” in my bookmarks is almost nonexistent. So I’m going to just stick with my incorrectness; forgive me. Lola - thank you for always tagging me; I finally managed to post because looking through my AO3 bookmarks made this “easier.” You know how indecisive I am. Lol. I also promise I tried to keep this short, and this is what keeping it short looks like.😂

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911 Lone Star

Say You’ll Remember Me: This is a Ryderdie WIP by @myemergence, and I really look forward to more. It’s one of my absolute favorite tropes (Amnesia!) and a canon-divergent AU for 2x9 featuring one of the best fictional couples to ever exist. I love Judd and Grace Ryder so much. Jenny nails the angst in that way where it hurts but GOSH it is good. It’s just *chef’s kiss* and I can’t wait to see where the rest of the journey takes us.

Searching For A Trail to Follow Again: Paige’s (@sunshinestrand) fics are classic, butterflies in your stomach, grinning from ear-to-ear, romantic comedies. This AU was so charming and, like all of Paige’s writing, leaves you with the biggest smile on your face because you’re just over-the-moon Carlos and TK have found one another in this story and in all her AUs (again and again and again). Contrary to popular belief among certain showrunners, letting characters just be happy is quality and compelling storytelling, and I’m grateful for fic writers like Paige who know that and give us a slice of that joy.

So Many Somethings: Rae’s (@iboatedhere) AUs are iconic by now, but this one will always be near and dear to my heart. Not just because it’s the You’ve Got Mail AU and it’s an incredible nod to the film, but also because it was the first fic I ever beta-read for her, and the whole process bonded us. Rae, thanks for trusting me! This fic is remarkable, I love the balance of enemies-friends-lovers and the banter. Oh, the Banter™️. Nora Ephron would be proud!

Sanctuary: If I had to use one word to summarize this fic, it would be ✨DESTINY✨. Honestly, I think all of Kim’s (@reyescarlos) fics have a destiny vibe to them, you can feel that these two characters are meant to be together, and they will find a way. I loved the first meeting in this one; the tension in the scene was palpable, and Kim’s writing always makes you feel like every interaction is happening right in front of you. She’s magic in that way ✨.

Slowly Becoming Lovers: I love fics that show us the little moments between Carlos and TK, how they fall in love through the little things, and the way Holly (@morganaspendragonss) portrays that journey in these short vignettes is so so SO beautiful. This is one of the fics I have reread the most, according to the AO3 clicks lol, and there is a reason for that. It is truly lovely. Also, the title is inspired by one of my favorite Ben Platt songs, and fits the story perfectly! Highly recommend!

Red, White, and Royal Blue

Snowed in? Snow problem: This fic is such a blast to read, lol. I laughed so hard, and I still laugh just as hard when I reread it because the ugh!Hunter slander is top-tier. A direct quote: “Well, I’m not bunking in with Hunter or you’ll be dealing with a murder by the end of the day.” Same, Alex. Same. Forever mood.😂 Add to that, “there was only one bed” plus Rae’s (@rmd-writes) ability to write Sexual Tension™️ x 5467893204858, and this college au is a must-read. Also, THE TITLE. YAAASS. A+ pun. No notes.

Sink Beneath the Waves: This fic. THIS FIC. You know how in every fandom, there are stories that are essentially required reading, this one by @indomitable-love is one of those fics for me in the RWRB fandom. The love, the yearning, the pain, and the utter joy at Henry’s “I’m into making History.” Getting the chance to see these canon plot points from Henry’s POV is a gift, and I’m so grateful this fic exists for us to revisit again and again.

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I think this has made the rounds already because it is Saturday for me, so consider this an open tag to whoever has fics they would like to share with us!

#fic rec friday #911 lone star #tarlos #ryderdie #rwrb #red white and royal blue #first prince #fic recs

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cainluvr69 · 2 days

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Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 13

Previous Chapter

Nero: It's gonna be dark out soon, Rutile. How about we go inside?

Rutile: …Oh, Nero. I didn't realize how late it had gotten.

Nero: You're readin' that book again? The one y'got from Arthur, Luca Carroll's magic picture book.

Rutile: Yes. I keep finding new things to marvel at, and I haven't gotten tired of any of it yet.

Nero: It's a hell of a book, huh. I can understand how y'keep goin' over it again and again. That, 'n… I mean, they're not as special as that one, but I've got a few books I find myself wantin' to read over and over again, too. Usually when I'm just doin' nothin' in my room.

Rutile: Oh my. Then I'll lend you some of my most recommended picture books tonight. Maybe they'll become ones that you want to read over and over. You never know!

Nero: Picture books, huh. Y'know, sometimes Riquet drops by with one of those to ask me to read to him. I'm really not the right guy to ask to do that, but… Given you're, y'know, a schoolteacher n' all, y'got any recommendations for that?

Rutile: Oh my gosh! I'll pick out something extra special then.

Akira: Rutile, Nero. Here's where you were.

Chloe & Cain: Hey, we're back!

Rutile: Oh. Welcome back, everyone!

Nero: Good work, team. How'd it go?

Cain: It was as crowded today as it's been every day, so I'd say today was a resounding success.

Chloe: We did a-okay as security, too. Nothing to report!

Rutile: That's the best thing I could hear. Um…

Rutile's expression said everything his words didn't, and I shook my head.

Akira: Miss Luca's new work isn't on display yet. The center of her exhibition was empty again today…

Cain: Tomorrow's the last day. They're probably finishing up the ending right about now.

Nero: Yeah. I'm sure she'll finish it in time to put up. Well, it's about time for dinner. Come 'n eat before it gets cold.

Cain: Ooh, I'm running! Walking around that huge castle all day made me so hungry.

Chloe: Same here! What's on the menu today, Nero?

Nero: Rutile's favorites.

Rutile: Mine?

Nero: 'Cause you've been walkin' around lookin' all tormented lately. I figured eatin' something you like would help turn that frown upside down. So eat as much as y'want, alright?

Rutile: Nero…

Akira: You've definitely…been worried about Miss Luca, haven't you.

Rutile: …Yes, I have. I think as long as she has Mister Aslan at her side, she'll be fine, but I still… It's hard to put into words, but I feel like Luca's heart is tired…or wavering. I'd like to go to the exhibit hall tomorrow too, since it's the last day and all. And I want to talk to Luca again, if I can…

Akira: …I'll go with you. Maybe she's just not feeling well since she's so close to finishing her new book, and that's gotta be a stressful time for her. If she can put it up for display with no issues tomorrow, I'm sure we'll get to see her normal cheerful self. So let's enjoy our time waiting for it. Let's get excited for it together!

Rutile: Master Sage… …Yes, you're completely right. Excited and eager is the right way to wait!

That was when something sparkly flickered through my field of vision. Shining rainbow scales were swirling around Rutile and I.

Rutile: …Huh?

Nero: What're these sparkles…?

Cain: I can see them, too… I'm not feeling any bad vibes, but what are they?

Chloe: It's super glittery and pretty, but…what's it all coming from?

The rainbow scales drifted this way and that, as if they possessed an intelligence of their own. It seemed familiar somehow, and I followed the trail of that memory…and then gasped loudly.

Akira: I saw this same sparkling at the exhibition hall!

Rutile: It was just as vivid then, but I couldn't see it very clearly…

My eyes met Rutile's, and we nodded to each other.

Akira: (I heard Luca murmur something back then. The name of the rainbow butterfly in the picture book…)

And so, I posed the rainbow scales a question.

Akira: Are you…Roxy?

The rainbow scales danced into the air, drawing an arc.

Cain & Chloe & Nero: It responded!

Akira: Yesss! We can't hear its voice, but it's definitely trying to communicate with us…!

The rainbow scales drifted back and forth, dancing through the air as if asking us to follow it. And then it glanced back at us, as if waiting for us to follow.

Nero: …Is it tryin' to lead us somewhere?

Chloe: Yeah. It's like it's telling us to come with it!

Rutile: Has…has something happened to Luca?

Akira: Let's follow Roxy and see where it takes us!

Cain: Gotcha!

Rutile: Ride behind me, Master Sage!

Akira: Alright!

Chloe: I--I'm coming too!

Rutile: Wait for us, Roxy!

Nero: Hey, you guys…!

Rutile, Chloe, and Cain were already in the air, and Nero pulled out his broom and kicked off the ground behind them. The wizards rising off the ground in their aerial dance hit the wind dead on, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Akira: …!

Once the wind finally calmed, I slowly opened my eyes. My field of vision widened, greeted by an evening sky so crimson it felt like it was watching over us.

Akira: Woah…

The sky stretched to infinity above us, and entire cities stretched out below us, both drenched in the colors you can only see just before twilight. I blinked, and the colors of the sky changed--I blinked again, and they changed again. In moments, it would be dyed the color of a bouquet of hydrangeas--the color of melancholy. This sight and its familiar miracles, each moment that passed presenting a new work of art and disposing of the old, somehow reminded me of Luca's picture books.

Rutile: It's so beautiful…

What I'd been thinking had been said aloud, but it was not my lips the words fell from. As I clung to Rutile's back, I saw his eyes through his loosely fluttering hair--they were shining, painted over by the evening glow. My wizards sat astride their brooms, dancing the same steps together, their eyes captured by this vast sea of beauty all around us.

Nero: Now this is a sight worth seein'. Damn, who knows how many thousands of sunsets I've seen, but this one… I've been alive for hundreds of years, but there's still stuff out there that can leave me breathless.

Nero's words made me and the younger wizards look at each other, and we all nodded. I didn't have a wonderland that only I could see, but I was still surrounded by a beautiful world.

Akira: (I don't want to forget this sight…I want to remember it forever.)

I slowly closed my eyes, as if they were a camera shutter. That was when I heard the ringing of bells calling out to us. I turned towards the sound and saw the fluttering dance of the rainbow scales that were leading us. They gracefully, nimbly flew through the sky below the wisps of cloud dyed in sunset hues.

Rutile: …Let's go. Roxy's waiting for us.

My wizards chased those fleeting glints of light through the crimson sky.

✦✧☾✧✦

And where those glints of light led us was a place we'd been coming and going from for days now: the old castle where the art exhibition was taking place. It was past closing time--the interior of the castle was devoid of people and deathly quiet. Magic pried open the heavy gates, and what awaited us beyond them was a truly bizarre sight.

✦✧☾✧✦

Cain: Wh--what's going on here…?!

Flowers in every color imaginable bloomed across the floor, huge flower buds gleamed glossily in the light, and transparent flower petals that glistened with rainbow light like soap bubbles floated through the air. Something not dissimilar to ivy had twined itself around the spiral staircase and pillars, and strange, unreal plants swayed in the breeze. There weren't only plants in front of us, no. I saw animals unlike any I'd ever seen before wandering aimlessly.

Chloe: I don't think, um, this is the exhibition hall we know…

Cain: Yeah. There's an odd aura throughout the whole castle.

Nero: It's like there's somethin' eatin' away at the place.

Akira: Do you think this delicate, fairytale-like sight is…

Rutile: Yes… It's just like in Luca's picture books. But why is this happening here…?

Cain: For now, let's get ourselves to Luca's picture book display!

Rutile, Chloe, and I followed after Cain, while Nero trailed behind, keeping a watch on things from the back. The further in we went, the more it felt like we were being intentionally guided deeper into the fairytale forest. The air grew thicker every step we took. I looked up and saw that vividly pink ivy had completely carpeted the ceiling. Unnatural birds beat their wings, the resulting breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As soon as we reached Luca's display, Rutile broke off from us at a sprint.

Rutile: …! Mister Aslan!

Cain: Hey, Rutile!

I saw Aslan collapsed at the center of the display area.

Rutile: Are you okay? It's me. Rutile of the Sage's wizards. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Rutile helped Aslan sit up as he spoke. But his sunset-colored eyes did not open. He seemed to be unconscious.

Nero: …Hey, look at this.

Nero was off to one side, and he sounded oddly perplexed by whatever it was he'd found. Cain rushed over to him and frowned. Ivy and vines were slowly growing out of one of the dimly glowing picture books that littered the floor. They were slow, yes, but they were certain as they crawled over the hall's floor and up its walls, relentless in their conquest.

Cain: The world inside the book is leaking out…?

Nero: So all of the weird stuff we're seein' here is comin' from the picture books?

Chloe: Um, was this one even on display? I'm pretty sure I didn't see it while I was patrolling today.

Akira: Could this one be Miss Luca's new book…?

Aslan: …Master…Sage…?

At first his amber eyes stared at me blankly, but Aslan awoke very quickly.

Aslan: Oh god, what's happened…?!

Akira: Mister Aslan, are you okay? Um, do you know what…

Aslan: It's that book… If I'd known this was going to happen, I would've hugged her more, held her more…!

Aslan buried his face in his hands. When Rutile spoke to him, his tone was kind and blameless.

Rutile: Mister Aslan, please calm down. …Take your time, but please, tell us what happened here.

Rutile gently rubbed his back, and slowly, Aslan's breathing began to even out.

Aslan: …Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I think this is all…because Luca got too impatient in wanting to finish her new book. There have been times before when the plants and such that left the pages were actually tangible, not just illusions, but this is the first time it's ever been this bad…

Aslan threw a glance at the book that was slowly corrupting the castle as he sat up, and then continued talking.

Aslan: …Once Luca has finished writing and illustrating all the pages, the final step is deciding on a title. That's when a book is completed. While it's still incomplete, she can leap into its pages to continue work on it, and to play inside of it.

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fyonahmacnally · 10 months

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Part 2: Things I Didn't Say - Kara's Response

Read Part 1 HERE

The night after Lena leaves for Fortune Bay - Kara’s apartment

She sits with her back resting against the headboard, notebook resting on her knees and several of her journals spread around her. There are so many things swirling about in her head, so many emotions she wants to convey. Right now, she simply doesn’t know where to start. How do you tell the woman you have been desperately in love with for years just how much your heart belongs to her?

She sighs. Don’t make it complicated, Kara. Start from the beginning, she thinks.

She sorts through the journals scattered around her and finds the one from the year they met. From there, she marks a few of her poems and journal entries from some of the most memorable moments in their friendship. Once she has what she wants, she jumps up, throws some clothes on and rushes to CatCo to make some copies.

Leaving with what she needs an hour later, Kara gets back to gathering her thoughts, this time cuddled comfortably on her couch, notebook in hand. She writes and writes, not allowing her super-speed to play a part because she wants this to be real, from her soul without carelessness. There can be no mistakes with this, it’s far too important.

By the time she finishes everything, the sun is rising. Exhausted beyond functioning, she can barely keep her eyes open. Making the decision to get a little sleep before flying to deliver the letter for Lena, she calls Alex to let her know she would be unavailable for the day, only giving a vaguely brief reason. Enough to get her sister off her back and prevent her from asking too many questions.

After a few hours of sleep, a nice hot shower, and a decent meal, Kara extends her hearing to locate Lena. She tucks the letter into a hidden pocket inside her super suit, takes a deep breath, and makes her way toward Fortune Bay. As she gets close to her favorite heartbeat, she pauses to make sure the raven-haired genius isn’t inside her room so she can stuff the letter under the door.

She’s barely cleared the hallway when she hears Lena’s voice on a phone call and her heartbeat exiting the elevator. Kara ducks into a vending machine alcove just in time as her best friend passes by her.

Oh my Rao, that was close, she thinks, internally panicking at almost being caught. Lena’s voice gets further away and she hears the woman open her door, stopping mid-sentence. After a small gasp, she hastily wraps up the phone call and picks the envelope up off the floor.

“Oh Kara, you sweet, adorable alien.” The raven haired genius whispers as she hugs the thick envelope to her chest. “I guess this means you got my letter. Gods, now I’m nervous and also talking to myself.” She shakes her head and chuckles.

Kara smiles and sneaks out of the alcove to make her way back to her apartment, hoping she will hear from her favorite person soon. Sighing and trying to shake off her own nervousness, she bolts into the sky filled with hope and butterflies.

Lena tosses her purse onto the coffee table, places her phone next to it, and drops onto the couch cushion with zero elegance or grace. Shaky, ragged breaths force their way out of her throat as she does her best to calm her trembling hands and read the letter she didn’t expect to get until she was back in National City.

Blowing out one last shaky breath, she carefully opens the envelope, unfolds it and begins reading what very well could make or break her.

My Lena. My Home.

Gosh. Where do I start? Your letter was absolutely the most beautiful, wonderful, perfect, and cherished gift I have ever received. Well, second most cherished. Your love, your presence is the first. Though, I wish I had been better about letting you know that in the past. Anyway, that’s not the reason for this. Rao, I’m a shaky, nervous mess, Lena! Even in letter form, I can’t get my crap together. Let me try this again…

Receiving that letter from you was unexpected. To read those words in your elegant hand-writing and to know you put your heart into those sentences, Lena, it makes my stomach turn somersaults and my heart backflips. Knowing you were in my apartment while I was gone makes my soul smile. You feeling safe in my home brings unbridled joy to my heart. I know my things were in the most loving, kind, compassionate hands and my sanctuary was well cared for because of you. There’s no one I would trust more and I plan to make sure you know that with every single breath I take.

It wrenched my heart out of my chest to know that you were hurting while I was gone. I never want you to suffer, most especially because of me. My actions and my cowardice have caused you too much pain already. For that, I will always, forever be regretful. You deserve nothing but the best of everything in this universe and the next. I hope I can help give it to you.

The Phantom Zone was dark. It was lonely. It was like reaching into the depths of your worst fears and nightmares and watching them play out in front of you on a loop. So many times I thought my worst fear and most terrifying nightmare would be to relive the destruction of my planet, to lose my family over and over again. It wasn’t. The vision that played, over and over again, while I was trapped in that dreadful place, was losing you. Every single time, no matter what I did or how hard I fought, I lost you. You took your last breath in my arms so many times it made me want to die alongside you. It made me realize a lot of things. Like you, I realized there are so many things I should have said. So many times I should have let you know how I felt. How I feel.

But, we cannot change that now, can we? We can do better though!

I’m glad you found that sketch. It’s one of many I have done of you over the years, but I think it’s probably my favorite. I still remember that night vividly and it replays in my mind often. We were having a game night and you were in a conversation with Alex about some science-y thing, as usual. You were both grinning about something and then you said something that made my sister recoil with a scowl on her face. Whatever you said that caused the reaction made you laugh and throw your head back with your dimples adorning your cheeks. That moment stopped me in my tracks. It stole the breath from my lungs. It was hands-down one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. A moment, one of the many, that I knew I loved you. That what I felt was far more than just friendship, even if I didn’t understand it yet.

Well, I suppose I should move on to the items attached to this letter and why I chose them specifically. You see, there have been so many moments over the years where I have felt and done things that I should have realized meant more than friendship. Looking back and reading through my old journals, I realized I’ve always been drawn to you. You’ve alway been the one person that makes me stronger. You’re my Lena and I can’t let you go. Losing you and your presence in my life, weakened me and I lost myself in more ways that I can explain. I will do whatever it takes to keep that from ever happening again.

You’re right, there are so many things we need to say to each other. There are so many things we need to talk about and I look forward to that day. I hope the words you read in the next few pages shed some light on how much you mean to me, how ingrained you are in my life, and how very much my heart belongs to you.

Here are some journal entries and poems I’ve written over the years. Each of these were penned with you in my heart and on my mind. I was always so scared to ever let you know how deeply into my soul you had burrowed. Every time my feelings for you would overwhelm me or you would do something to make my battered heart reach for yours, I poured those feelings into my writing.

I’ve never shared them with anyone. Until now. So here goes nothing.

I love you too, Lena.

I am in love with you and think I always have been.

Come back home so I can show you how much.

Love now and always,

Kara

Her jaw is slack, her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are drenched in tears. Could it really be true? Does Kara love her back? Does she really feel the same? It says so in the superhero’s own handwriting. She’s dreamed many times that maybe Kara could love her too.

And now? Now it’s real. It’s on paper. Sitting right in front of her.

A smile crawls across her lips, her face scrunched and tears still streaming down. Joy is dancing in her chest and the warmth of love flowing through her veins. Never in her life has she felt so fucking alive. Maybe, just maybe, she might get the life she wants. At least whatever happens, Kara loves her.

She wipes the tears from her cheeks and turns the page to read what her beautiful Kara has chosen for her. To get a glimpse into the thoughts of her favorite person? It’s an honor and a privilege she doesn’t take lightly.

One last deep breath and no turning back.

Each entry is followed by a poem I wrote and some notes from current me. :) It was fun to go back and add thoughts as I remembered what was happening. Sometimes the poems were from the same time I wrote the entry, others it was something I wrote and just tucked into the journal. Regardless, they were all written for you, Lena. I hope you can see how much you mean to me.

October, 2016

I met Lena Luthor today. She’s nothing like I expected her to be. She said a few things that really resonated with me. One of the biggest was that she is just trying to make a name for herself outside of her family. Boy, do I get that. Carrying around a family legacy (good, bad, or otherwise) is a lot on anyone’s shoulders. There’s something about her that makes me want to protect her. She deserves to be judged on her own merits, not that of her family. Just because she has the last name Luthor, doesn’t have to mean she has their morals. I wish Clark could see that.

Someone also tried to assassinate her. I told Clark I didn’t think she had anything to do with the Venture explosion and it turns out I was right. There is so much more to this absolutely stunning woman than her name. I look forward to finding out more about her. She’s quite intriguing.

Lena seems to think I would make a good reporter. I hadn’t considered it much before, it’s always been Clark’s thing, but she gave me the courage to give it a try. I’m glad I did. She changed my life.

***Notes from now - See, even when we first met, I believed in your compassion and knew you were good. And you’re the reason I became a reporter!***

December, 2016

These past few months have been something I never expected. Spending so much time with Lena has been incredible. She’s so much more than what people think of her. She’s brilliant, kind, compassionate, and fiery, but there’s something underneath her facade that is apprehensive. Something frightened. She’s alluring and I want to know more about this mysterious woman. I’m going to keep trying to get through her walls. She said she didn’t come here to make friends, but I’m not so sure.

I can’t get Lena out of my head. The more time I spend with her, the more I want to spend with her. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Earth relationships are so hard to decipher! Sometimes I wonder if Lena is flirting with me or if she’s just naturally flirty. *sigh* I know she’s naturally charming and charismatic, but is there something else?

I sat down at my table when I got home from work today and wrote this poem. Lena Luthor – there’s something about that enigmatic, green-eyed woman that pulls me in.

– I Believe in You –

Anytime you’re feeling down

and don’t know what to do,

Look inside your heart and see

I believe in you.

When the world seems dark,

When you stumble, when you fall,

Look up, I gently offer my hand,

Help you stand firm, despite it all.

If you ever feel you can’t go on,

If things have become too much,

Simply reach out next to you,

Feel my arms, my hands, my touch.

Anytime you’re feeling lost,

Scared and confused by life,

Close your eyes and rest assured

I’m here amongst the strife.

When you need someone near,

Close by when your heart aches,

Know that I am always with you

No matter what it takes.

Anytime you feel alone

and nothing in life seems true,

Look inside your heart, my love

I’m always here for you.

***Notes from now - I remember the day I wrote this. You were having such a hard time with how the media always questions your motives. You helped save the city from Medusa and you still get fingers pointed at you. Even when I had a strange way of showing it, I always believed in you.***

February, 2017

Lena was arrested. I’m still in shock about it. I can’t believe Maggie wouldn’t listen. She was doing her job, sure, but she treated Lena like she was a criminal and I know she’s not. I’m going to prove her innocent.

We proved it. I knew Lena didn’t do it. Once again, Lillian is trying to make Lena’s life a living hell. I swear, I will always protect her. She doesn’t deserve the animosity she gets. I hope our friendship helps provide solace, maybe even some safety for her.

***Notes from now - That day was hard. I still think about what it must have been like for you when Metallo took you and you found out your mother wanted to use you again. Even then, I always wanted to protect you.***

April, 2017

Yet again, Lena sacrificed something to save others. Jack Spheer. He’s gone and I can’t even tell Lena that she saved me because she has no idea that I’m Supergirl. She’s suffering and feeling guilty. And I’m a big fat liar. She sacrifices someone she truly cares about and I can’t even tell her who I am.

I’m beginning to hate myself for the deception. I know she will think it’s because she’s a Luthor and I don’t trust her on that alone. How do I tell her it’s because of me? How do I tell her that I’m scared to tell her because I am scared she’ll leave? Everyone always leaves. How do I tell her that I don’t want her to see me differently? She sees me as just Kara and I cherish that. I’m so scared of losing her.

– I Wish –

I wish I could tell you

how I really feel.

I wish I could tell you

but the time is not ideal.

I wish I could show you

what’s inside my heart.

I wish I could show you

with no risk to impart.

I wish I could make you see

just how much I truly care.

I wish I could make you see

everything I have to share.

Someday I hope you see

all of this and more.

Someday I hope you see

it’s YOU that I adore.

***Notes from now - Rao, I was so scared of losing you that day. I could see the pain in your eyes and I wanted nothing more than to hold you close, take it all away. That was the day I think I realized how badly I wanted to tell you my secret.***

November, 2017

On top of dealing with losing Mon-El, now I have to deal with Morgan Edge. He’s a rotten, vile, sorry excuse for a human. He’s framed Lena for poisoning kids. We proved her innocent, but I don’t know what to think about all the things that have happened. Lena told me she tried to kill Edge after she was poisoned and he tried to kill her again in return. Then Reign showed up and now I think Lena hates Supergirl. Am I ever going to be able to tell her now? She’s one of the most infuriating people I know, but I can’t lose her like this. I care for her deeply, despite what I keep telling my heart.

– Despite What I Tell My Heart –

I never meant to love you,

I never meant to care.

Love cannot be helped

And I know you wouldn’t dare.

Meeting you was unbelievable,

A friendship from the start.

But now it’s moving further

Despite what I tell my heart.

Losing you would kill me,

So in silence I must go.

Never can I tell you,

Never must you know.

Loving you is natural, easy,

Something I never saw coming.

If I had only seen it sooner,

I would have been running.

I cannot walk away from you

No matter what is said.

I know I cannot love you,

But must I leave instead?

I did not mean to love you.

Please know I wouldn’t dare

Jeopardize what we have

Because of how I care.

Know I’ll always be here,

In the silence I will love you.

In the darkness, loyal to a fault.

To you, always true.

***Notes from now - Yet another time when I was terrified of losing you. I was incredibly confused during that time. Losing Mon-El, getting jealous watching you and James attempt to…whatever that was, and navigating growing feelings for you that I didn’t understand. Then Reign showed up and things changed drastically. Looking back now, I realize that poem isn’t about what I initially thought. It’s clear that poem was about my feelings for you and my desperation to run from it.***

Lena pulls the crinkled papers into her chest and wipes the tears from her eyes again. Things feel surreal. These little glimpses into Kara’s thoughts and gods, the poetry. She doesn’t know what to do with all of the emotions swirling around in her head and heart.

She takes a deep breath and sits the letter on the coffee table in front of her. She needs to take a break to collect her thoughts. Heading to the bathroom, she takes a moment to change into something more comfortable, pulls her hair back, and washes her face. Once she feels a little better, she heads back into the suite and pours herself a couple fingers of scotch before settling back into the couch.

She sifts through the remaining pages of the letter. Only a few more journals before there’s another handwritten letter from Kara. Part of her wants to skip the remaining journals and jump directly to the letter, but she knows she won’t. She has to admit the fact that Kara wrote poetry about her makes her chest feel warm and smile so hard her cheeks hurt.

The fact that Kara loves her back still doesn’t seem real. It also makes her want to see the blonde, but she knows she needs to wait. So, she sighs and picks the letter back up, her heart fluttering in anticipation as she dives back in.

My Lena,

There were so many journal entries to choose from. The ones I have chosen before now are for obvious reasons, they were moments that meant something and moments that made me realize how much I cared. I will let you read more of the journals for the years in between the next time I see you, if that’s what you want, but for now, I leave you with two more entries, poems, and one final poem I wrote just now. I hope they shed some light on what’s always been in my heart.

Yours,

Kara

November, 2019

I’m heartbroken. Lena has known for weeks about my secret identity. Lex told her before he died. My worst fears have come true. I’ve lost her because of my cowardice. She trapped me in Kryptonite at the fortress and stole Myriad. I’m not sure what else to say except that I won’t give up on her. She’s not like the other Luthors. She’s not a bad person. I don’t know what I am going to do without her.

The worst part is…I think I might love her more than a best friend. What am I supposed to do with that now?

– I Could Love You –

I could love you, but

I don’t think I will.

I could love you, but

The wounds wouldn’t heal.

Your smile warms my heart.

Your laughter brightens my day.

Your presence makes me happy.

What else can I say?

I could love you, but

My heart is in a cage.

I could love you, but

My life is full of rage.

Your scent makes me dizzy.

Your touch steals my breath.

You mean so much to me.

Do you know the depth?

I could love you, but

I think I already do.

I could love you, but

It’s too late ‘cause it’s true.

I could love you, but, nevermind, I do.

***Notes from now - That day and those weeks after the incident at the fortress made me realize how much I loved you. It wasn’t until I lost you that I truly realized how much. I have regretted so many things, but hurting you and withholding my truth, that’s something I will spend the rest of my life atoning for.***

August, 2021

Trying to acclimate to being back in National City after the Phantom Zone is strange. Being without my powers and in the dark for so long, the noises and lights of the city are overwhelming. I’ve been finding myself listening to Lena’s heartbeat a lot. I feel guilty about it because it feels like a violation of her privacy, but I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s like my mind subconsciously does it. Can’t say that I am upset about it since her heartbeat has always been a comfort to me.

The first week back has been okay. I’m still struggling with what is real. Having Lena back in my life feels like a trick and I am so scared that I am going to wake up and she’ll be gone again. My emotions are a raging storm of turmoil, my sense of stability doesn’t feel solid. It makes me wonder when the storm will pass. Most of all, I hope and pray that Lena can be the light at the end.

–STORMS –

It’s raining. Heavy, torrential downpour.

Suffocating, dreary, and oh so cold.

The sky is almost black. Ominous.

Thunder and lightning – so bold.

The storm is raging on, seems endless.

Wind is howling, trees swirling, bent.

It sounds like creatures unknown…

Of darkness and nightmares sent.

There is no sign of lightness.

No brightness to be had.

Searching in vain for reprieve.

When did it get this bad?

Just when there seems no hope,

Just when all seems lost, gone,

A spot of light appears again.

In the darkness shone.

Storms and darkness will come.

Light seems to never gain.

BUT, the inevitable truth is…

EVERY storm runs out of rain.

***Notes from now - Adjusting after the Phantom Zone was hard. You helped me in more ways that you know, just by being in my life. You have always been a grounding force for me and a light in the darkness of my losses. Thank you for being you, Lena Luthor.***

I hope this has at least given you an idea as to how much you have meant to me since the day we met. Even though my actions sometimes seemed contradictory, you have always been an important part of my life. You’ve always made me braver, stronger, and let me be who I am without judgment. I hope you know that now, but if not, I promise you that I will make it up to you.

I’m going to wrap this up now since I feel like I’ve bombarded you with a lot already, but just know I do have one more gift to give you. I wrote this for you just before sealing this envelope and delivering it. I hope you like it and I hope you truly understand how very much I love you.

– My Gift –

The wrapping may be worn,

The appearance may be dull.

Time has beaten it down,

Life has taken its toll.

Still…badly worn and severely dull,

Carelessly beaten and broken apart…

Despite its appearance, my love,

I give to you my heart.

She sits silently, the pages of the letter on her lap and tears streaming down her cheeks. Stunned. She’s often wondered if Kara had feelings for her as well. There were times it seemed so, but the blonde would always say something like ‘that’s what friends are for’ and confuse her, making her think otherwise. Now though, it seems like Kara has felt the same about her for just as long. Knowing that, she wants nothing more than to see the blonde. And not just see her, she wants to know what it feels like to press their lips together.

It’s at that moment she realizes that she doesn’t want to be away from Kara anymore. She wants to wrap her arms around her hero and hold her close. So she tosses the letter onto the table and flips the face of the watch on her wrist. She pauses for a moment, debating on whether she should just send a text or press the button.

In the end, she does both. She presses the button right as she sends the text asking Kara to come to her. She’s ready to move forward with her life and this feels like the first step. Waiting any longer just seems like torture because she knows she’s about to experience her last first kiss.

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Chapter XI

Here we go again. Sadly I have finally come to the conclusion of this series. First I'd like to say thank you so much for all the work that you put into this series. I'm sorry for all the hate that you had to go through but I really feel like they were just jealous 😂.

Oh boy right from the start we're already giving angst. It's a dream isn't it? I'm gonna cry before this chapter is even over. Nope. Don't do this to me.

Gojo you've done enough. Stop thinking about yourself for just a minute and where your relationship is going. It's done. You did this. This is your fault. And nothing that you can say or do will ever make things right.

"Your hand reached to the exposed skin on your side to trace the tattoos that held more meaning now than they did before you got it. A permanent mark for all that you went through." YOU DID THE THING. THE TITLE.

“The last butterfly is your life that went away—your baby angel." You're really doing everything to make me cry with this final chapter. I was so mad just a second ago. But now I'm in tears.

I'm glad to see y/n's growth with this last chapter. She's not letting everything that she's gone through stop her from hoping and I think that's really beautiful. Especially since she used to engage in self destructive habits in the past when she was going through something. That's a really uplifting message to leave off with.

And I loved that imagery of that moment being like the last page of a book. It truly is good and the bad memories that makes us the who we are.

Wow I can't believe it's over. This all started back in June of 2022 but it doesn't feel like all that time has passed. I have so many words for this story and even the paragraphs upon paragraphs still don't emphasize everything that I felt while reading. But oh well. I wish you the best on your future writing endeavors and if you ever start a new series on the JJK fandom feel free to tag me. But thank you again for this nerve wrecking amazing story.

Thinking abt how satoru's probably gonna blame himself for everything even after yn's last goodbye to him breaks my heart. i just realized how fitting the title is bc there's no way that they'd forget abt everything. and the tattoo !! gosh, i remember how everything went down the drain again after that tattoo incident :')) i think yn needed to experience that, to find her will to live for herself. considering that she was neglected as a child, the short motherhood made her realize that she could be more than what she is and that is by being what she once needed. i just reread the epilogue and realized that i feel so sad now, i miss the days of posting new chapters every week😭 and pulling all nighters bc i like details LMAO anyways, im truly grateful for your support for the series and for me, for staying and waiting til the ending even if it took months (im truly sorry abt that😥) i can't wait to give all my time to writing again once i get a vacation. i'll probably write short ones here and there for now but i don't think i can commit to a full series with this schedule 😭 again, i really appreciate you and everyone who supported me throughout this series. please take care, and stay healthy and safe always <33 all the love~!!

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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Hi Legolas, I'm about to be annoying and excessive again 💜

3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 15, 16, 18, 19, 21, 22, 25 all for JATP

Hiiiii, thanks for the ask!

Okay... *cracks knuckles and does some stretches*... here we go.

3: What inspires you to keep creating fanworks?

Answered here!

4: What are your favorite types of fanworks to make?

The thing I do the most(and am probably the best at) is writing fanfics, mostly one shots and stuff cause I have a short attention span, lol! But I also love drawing when I have the time and ideas for it. It's so fun and occasionally turns out pretty!

6: What has been one of your favorite fandom experiences?

Okay, there's so many, but one thing that has been really special for me is that, pretty soon after I got into reading fics on AO3, I started betaing a long fic for @michelangelinden. It's called Between Chaos and Contentment(and a Little Creativity), and just... getting the chapters early and editing and screaming about them with him and just... the whole thing has been absolutely amazing!!! I love them and that fic so much!!! (everyone should go read it!)

8: Who are three fanwork creators (fic writers, gifmakers, artists, meta writers, etc.) that you love seeing on your dash?

Okay, these are in no particular order. First one has to be @latinposeidon. The headcanons and all the fun stuff he posts is amazing! @wr0temyway0ut is another lovely one that I love seeing around! His SMAUs my beloved!!! Last one I'll put here is @lyxchen! Her art is so pretty!!!! I love it so much!

9: What’s a fanwork that made you laugh?

Answered here! But also I have more so... One of yours that cracks me up every time is When the Moon Hits Your Eye Like a Big Pizza Pie, that's a Werewolf. Luke as a werewolf and just... doing weird stuff! I love it, it(and the whole series) makes me laugh every single time!

10: What’s a fanwork that made you cry?

Answered here!

11: What’s a fanwork that made you squeal?

Oh gosh... so many... Here's a good one! I'm Feeling Like I Missed You All This Time by Puddlesandparkinglots! Adorable Willex meeting and getting to know each other and getting together fic! I go back to this one when I need a pick-me-up <3

15: What three fanworks are you the proudest of making?

Answered here!

16: Are there fanworks in JatP that you’ve revisited multiple times?

Yes. Tons. I have a whole list in my head of Willex cuddle fics I go read when I'm feeling depresso. I am a chronic rewatcher/reader/listener. Everything I recommend in here or any other ask is probably something I've read at least three times. Well here's one from the list... Just Let Me Adore You by @julies-butterflies! So cute and soft, I love them so much!

18: What fanwork of yours would you like more fans to check out?

Oh. Um. Well, I don't think anyone should have to read any of my stuff, cause I don't think it's very good. I guess if I have to send you to any of mine, it would probably be You Are My Getaway. It's a cute little Willex fic that I wrote for Michelangelinden(tagged above on a previous question), and I think it turned out pretty cute!

19: What fanwork by someone else would you like more fans to check out?

Answered here! But also I have more so... Petals Under the Edges of my Skin by QueenoftheQuill. I just adore this fic so much and everyone should read it, even if you don't ship Julie and Bobby. It's just fricking gorgeous!

21: What is a recent fic you read for JatP that you enjoyed?

Geez, again with the hard questions? So many good ones! Just going through my AO3 history to the most recent one, We Can Lay Low by @curvesomesunsets. So cute!!!

22: Tag someone who brings great vibes to the JatP fandom!

Uhhh, all y'all? Wait, that's too many people... who haven't I tagged yet on here? @molinapattersons and @fandomscraziness22 both bring the lovely angst vibes that I could never have, so I deeply appreciate them both! I could go on for hours about their fics... and about other people here in the fandom! It's a good time here!

25: What unique thing do you think you bring to the JatP fandom?

... Am I allowed to say absolutely nothing? Like, I don't really... add much. I mostly enjoy everyone else's amazingness, rather than put in the stress and effort to put out my own stuff. I guess I'm a decent beta reader, so I help make other people's stuff better?

Whew, okay, that was a lot. Thank you so much for the ask, these were so fun!!!! Also, I'm so sorry to all the random people I tagged in here. Not trying to bother you, I promise! Just telling the humans how amazing you all are! Y'all are cool and deserve all the kudos and comments and screaming!

Send me some numbers from this list and I'll answer the questions!

#legolas tag #legolas ask #legolas answers asks #jatp fanfic #fic rec #answered ask #ask game #jatp #goodness gracious this took forever!#it was so fun though!#no regrets!#also if any of y'all know the tumblrs of people I mentioned on here without an @#please let me know so I can edit them in #they deserve all the happy yelling

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yutaholic · 2 years

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THAT SMASHING THE SIX ENDING?!? WTFFF

This is my one issue with asks - there is no tone. Are you angry shouting or excited shouting? hahaha (more asks under the cut with spoilers. once again if you have not read the final chapter of Smashing the Six, do not read below this line!)

anonymous asked: smashing. the. six. i don’t think i’ll ever be the same after reading that series. it’s one of the only ones i’ve tucked away in my mind to keep checking in on. and as a journalism student, the journalism student trope will always end me but MY GOD THIS WAS THE JOURNALISM STUDENT TROPE TO END ALL JOURNALISM STUDENT TROPES. the end? hello???? i was literally open mouthed staring at my screen. the different dynamics between each guy, the angst, oh my gosh it was all so !!!!! sorry for the ramble but i just wanted to let you know how much i enjoyed the series. i’m probably going to go read it all over again!!!

Hello journalism major I’m glad the story has your approval! Don’t apologize for the rambling I love rambles about my works! Thank you for supporting the story and I really hope you enjoy reading it again. I wonder if you will notice more clues on the second read through hehe

anonymous asked: jesus christ, you're a genius for writing smashing the six. at first i genuinely just thought it would be a fun and playful story about, you know, smashing the six, like a bunch of stories i would read at night for the familiar butterflies in my stomach before i sleep. but story by story went by and you just amazed me every time. it was all so well written and coherent, and every character was there for a purpose besides the one we would expect. you nailed every emotion, every bit of event, every turning point. i'm glad to say that if you ever wrote professionally i'll be supporting you. but for now, thank you. i'm so honored to have indulged everything you've generously put out for us. thank you so much.

Thank you! I honestly intended for this to be a very light and silly story but it took a deeper turn than I planned, but I ain’t mad about it lol I hope to one day write professionally, but I have no clue when that will be. My Mom of all people has been encouraging me to finish my novel recently so maybe I’ll have to 😂

@randomkpopfanatic asked: SMASHING THE SIX SPOILERS I’d like to imagine that Doyoung went through the same initiation process as the girls in order to run neonet. Also I just realized that I haven’t followed you since I’ve kept up with your stories without doing so anyway, but I’m following now

It is canon that SHINee’s Key was neonet before Doyoung and was his mentor, according to me. His initiation process was much different. Remember in the first chapter how reader said people pointed fingers at the computer science division as being involved with neonet because some of them like to be hackers on the side? And they all got busted and some had to leave town? That was the type of initiation the heads of neonet had to do. It would have to involve something with much higher stakes so you know he could handle that much power and pressure.

anonymous asked: SUCH an amazing series, you really outdid yourself!! I think it’s some of the best fanfic I’ve read in a long while. You write tension SO WELL it’s crazy. Again just a rly great series. I hope it’s something you feel really proud of!

I’m very proud of it and I’m also so grateful to you guys for interacting with me throughout the posting of the whole story! Yall gave me a boost every time I needed it. Thank you ❤️

anonymous asked: OHMYGOD DOYOUNG YOU SNEAKY LITTLE DEVIL! THAT WAS HONESTLY THE BEST THING I’VE READ IN A LONG WHILE! Well done! Super hands down! I’m gonna read the rest of your stories and I am VERY EXCITED FOR THE NEXT SERIES!

I was honestly cracking up when Doyoung won the poll and he’s been the biggest suspect since the first chapter dropped. I loved that yall suspected him. By the end of the story, all of you knew he was neonet, but no one in the story knows. I call that a power move hahaha

anonymous asked: smashing the six - an absolute rollercoaster ride of a series!! i love this series of yours so much and even if it's your first it's seriously so well connected and written. i loved how you kept your readers on their toes and guessing after every part and how you built up a sense of mystery around every character. thank you so much for this series and i can't wait to read more from you!!from, an anon who has been your devoted reader for AGES (even when you were still zenyukhei 🤩)

Thank you so much! On that subject I can’t believe my blog will be 2 years old in December! Yall need to start letting me know what you want me to do to celebrate. I really enjoyed keeping you guys on your toes! I usually avoid suspense or mystery in my works because I’m always worried I will spin too big a web that I can’t tie up all the loose ends (which is one of my biggest pet peeves in books/movies/shows) but Heathens gave me a taste of it lol I feel more comfortable writing suspense now 😂

anonymous asked: okay i’d tell you which anon i am but that would involve spoiling so i’ll just say this 😭😭😭 the fact that i was right about all my guesses is INSANE because i was literally pacing around my room eliminating people. and i came down to 2 options that made the most sense but i didn’t think i would be right….. you are a GENIUS luna

It’s such a satisfying feeling when you guess right haha this story was such a blast and I’m going to miss all the fun we had with it but because of that it has made me want to write short series more. Stay tuned! 😉

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 30 days

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Too Old For This - Chapter 27 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Message from: Leroy.

I think I love you, too. I really do.

Wednesday, 7:13 PM.

Zachary's face flooded with warmth and he could feel his heartbeat against his ribcage as he reread the message over and over and over again.

He fixated on the message, letting his eyes hyper-focus on the word 'love'.

Leroy was saying he loved him.

Leroy loved him.

His head felt as if it was spinning as he soaked in the reality of the situation.

At first, he tried to type out a message but gave up, deciding to call instead.

Zachary dialed Leroy's number and pressed call, listening to the phone ring as he waited for the man to answer.

"Leroy?" Zachary muttered into the phone when the other man picked up.

"Yes?" Leroy said from the other end.

He was a bit muffled but he seemed to be moving about, possibly in bed, from the sound of clothes rustling.

"Eh, I got your text," Zachary said, blinking before looking out through the window.

It was getting dark now and the sun was nowhere in sight.

"I just thought I should call to make sure..." Zachary trailed off, looking up at the ceiling as he sighed.

"Do you mean it?"

The line was quiet for a while and for a moment panic ran through Zachary's mind as he wondered if Leroy was going to take it back... call it a mistake... break his heart within the same hour he had lifted it...

"Yes," Leroy said, making Zachary blink.

"I love you. I really do."

Hearing the words instead of reading them made Zachary's stomach do a peculiar thing.

It was in between a flip and a churn.

It was probably because Zachary was so overwhelmed with happiness yet suffering from unquenchable anxiety.

It didn't matter if he felt weirdly ill due to the whole ordeal, though because just knowing that Leroy felt the same way about him was enough to ignore the feeling of nausea dipped in butterflies.

"Oh my God," Zachary said, as he dropped his phone on the bed beside him.

He brought his knees to his chest and covered his eyes with his palms.

"Oh my God," he repeated, feeling his eyes sting with tears of joy and relief.

"I love you so much," Zachary said, trying to taste the feeling of the words on his tongue when they weren't laced with guilt and uncertainty.

"I love you so much, fuck," he repeated, blinking back his tears before aggressively rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

"Zachary?"

"You don't know how much I've been worrying."

"Zachary?"

"I thought you were going to break up with me. It felt like I was losing my mind," Zachary continued, blubbering as he tried to compose himself. "I'm so relieved."

"I'm sorry," Leroy said from the other end.

"For all of that... for doing this to you... twice," Leroy mumbled, reminding them of the last time they'd barely talked for days.

"I just overthink things and take space and I know it's hard on you..." Leroy trailed off.

"I really do love you, though. I think about you and all I want to do is make sure you're safe, that you're happy and that you have everything you deserve..." Leroy said.

"It's clearly not just a physical thing at all and I needed time to process all that."

The call went a bit silent for a bit until Zachary spoke up.

"I want to see you," Zachary mumbled into the cell-phone line when it was quiet.

"You can see me now, I can drive over or come get you and you can stay at mine," Leroy said and Zachary thought about it for a bit but noticed the time... well past eight.

It was a bit late and Zachary had done everything except relax for the past two days.

He needed sleep and didn't think staying up with Zachary would be a good idea... even if he really wanted to meet Leroy, so he could give him the deepest kiss possible while it was fresh on his mind.

Gosh, he'd probably die if Leroy told him he loved him in person.

"Maybe the day after tomorrow. I really need sleep," Zachary said after a while.

"Oh, okay," Leroy muttered.

"Why not tomorrow?"

"I have to go for new prescriptions," Zachary said.

"Nothing too fancy. I'm stopping at the doctor's for a brief check-up."

"Why can't I take you?" Leroy asked.

"I could drive you."

"I'll take a cab," Zach muttered.

"You have work. I'm going in the middle of the day."

"I can call in for lunch..."

"It's okay, I promise," Zachary said, cutting the young man off.

The call stayed quiet for a while before Zachary spoke again.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you told me, when we were still getting to know each other, that you had your license but didn't drive a lot because you were afraid of getting into accidents," Zachary said.

There was a sigh from the other.

"Well... Err, yeah. I guess wanting to take you places led from one thing to the other," Leroy said.

"I just... not wanting to drive because I'm afraid of road bumps is a bit silly when you need to go to the doctor or hang out."

Zachary wasn't sure what to think about that.

"Even if you don't like it?"

"I don't like driving but I like driving you around," Leroy said and Zachary could feel the edge of his lips twitching into a smile.

"Leroy."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

The words were firmer this time... more assured and drenched in sweetness.

Hearing himself say each word after the other gave Zachary such an unimaginable thrill.

He could say it again just so he could feel himself swoon... he would say it again just for the adrenaline rush.

Again and again and again.

He loved Leroy and he was so incredibly happy he got to express it.

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noirflms · 2 months

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I WANT TO WHERE HIS INITIAL ( ON A CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK, CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK ) — jjk men

when you surprise him with his initial on a chain wrapped around your neck. or when the jjk men’s eyes catch sight of their initial looking so pretty wrapped around your neck.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ GOJO SATORU !

he is quick to catch onto the new accessory wrapped around your neck, glistening when the light falls on it, shining on his eyes whenever you turn in a direction that makes light reflect off of it. gojo satoru sees the words ‘S’ sitting so prettily upon your skin, the gold pressed flush as you smile as you serve him with his dinner, but you notice his eyes linger right between you collarbones and looks like your idea worked, as you smirk goes unnoticed by him.

“i knew it. my initial would look so good wrapped around your neck.” he grins proudly, taking the bite of his food as you laugh, “but i think my surname behind your name would be so much better.” and it was done, he will and forever be far ahead of you as you shake your head flustered at his sentence as he smirks and what he says next has you going red.

“it would be nice to see it hanging as i take you from the—”

“SATORU!”

yeah, that was it. it was all the fun you’ll let him have. as you cover your face while trying to tell him to let you eat in peace.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ GETO SUGURU !

he had seen you planning something with gojo and shoko, whispering amongst each other from far away and high fiving one another and shouting out loud. and now that he notices his initials hanging from a chain round you neck, it just does something to him. it makes him go a bit derek on the inside – it makes him go derek with the thought that you belong to him. geto takes a shaky breath as he finds not in him to be able to bear it as he becomes flustered and the tips of his ears go read.

“do you like it, suguru?” you ask innocently blinking at him, oh gosh, you literally have him wreathing under your gaze as he shifts in his chair, face covered with his hands as his eyes are set on the pendant around your neck. “i like it, don’t you?” and he lets out a shaky breath, hands wiping away at his face as he finally looks into your eyes and a lovestruck gaze makes you have butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“it looks so good, princess.” he rasps and you smile. “s-so, um, what if i also wore your initials?” you look at him and he’s suddenly pulling a chain out from his uniform with your initials on it and you almost jump at him – you did – hands wrapping around his neck as he laughs.

ah, such sweet thing love is.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ NANAMI KENTO !

he saw it even before you could have put it around your neck. it was during him going through a serious cleaning session around the house, when he stumbled across the box which had suddenly toppled down form the book shelf of yours and he knows not to pry but he keeps track of what he gets you and this box – he had not got that thing for you at all so who was it?

and so he had opened it and closed it as fast as he could. a chuckle escapes his lips, gosh, you make him so insane about you. and today, when nanami saw you wearing it in the morning, he smiled, the biggest in a while. he sees the ‘K’ sitting so elegantly as the chains wrapped around your neck, letting the word sit right between your collarbones.

“that’s new.” he pries, but he already knew, he just likes seeing you ramble about it. “oh! you like it, ken’?” you question with the sweet smile of yours, eyes sparkling as you stared at him, and he softens as usual and you begin to speak again, “i bought it so i’ll have something telling me you’re there with me, all the time.” and you look at him holding onto the initial, and he knows you’re the one.

and if only life was a bit merciful he would have given you the ring sitting in his pocket, but looks like the gods didn’t want you waiting on such a poised man.

“yuuji…tell her that i’ll always be there.”

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ CHOSO !

he is stunned actually. gosh, you look so good with the chain wrapped around your neck. damn, you are just so pretty for this world. you see him eyeing it, eyes wide as he takes the sight of the accessory in. you almost laugh at his reaction but you were expecting it, but you like the way his face soon morphs into one of embarrassment.

“you like it, baby?” you hum as you intertwine your fingers with his. “now everyone will know i know you better.” he grins in victory, “and it will give a sign that you belong to me.” he laughs like a school girl as you shake your head, such a child you handle. choso presses a kiss to the pendant as you laugh when he sighs against your skin.

“now no one will ever look at you.” he grumbles thinking of the many men he had to glare at when they looked at you, his arms wrapping around your torso tightly. “this. will tell everyone you’re mine.” and you only laugh loudly pulling at his cheeks.

gosh, he really is just a baby.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ FUSHIGURO TOJI !

“did you steal that?” it was his first thought. toji is broke, spends his earning on food on a daily basis. so, there is no way there is anyway in the world you could get that gold chain wrapped around your neck that you flaunt at him. you smack his arms as you glare at him, wondering if he forgets you own quite the brand and bougie stuff.

“i bought it.” you state, pulling at his ear as he only looks at it and then back at you. “with my own money.” oh, and his eyes finally fill with realisation that he no more is broke you just give him a particular amount to spend, because you sure are loaded. toji finally takes a better look at it and sees the letter ‘T’ sitting and looking so pretty around your neck, the gold shining like the brightest star in the sky.

“i thought you’d be one for silver.” he says pulling at it softly, tugging and tracing the letter with his calloused fingers. “now you look like i owe you, puppy.” he smirks as you glare at him, but you let him enjoy the moment. “i like it. it will be in my mind, yer all mine.”

you are married to a fool. and you have knows that, but you smile as you see him smile softly when his eyes catch sight of megumi and tsumiki running over to the both of you.

um 😭😭 okay bye, taylor planted the idea but the words are all mine.

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ughsimpp · 2 years

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Unexpected Call

wc: 2.5k

genre: smut

paring: jongho x f!reader

disclaimer: idolxfan story, flirty jongho, dirty talking, phone sex, facetime call, soft!dom jongho,

[ DO NOT REPOST!!! ]

honestly not my best work 🙃🙃🙃

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you never been to a fansign before and today was the day to change that. it was your chance to see choi jongho, your ult. bias. of course you loved all 8 members but jongho was your favorite. he was different and kinda stood out a lot to you. the way his voice hits differently and how passionate he can be about his job, how he cared a lot about his members and fans. let’s not forgot how fine he can be.

jongho was the last member to meet down the row. you brushed your hair to the side and handed him a little gift that you prepared for all the members but for jongho you secretly wrote your number in the letter as a joke and didn’t think much of it. jongho looked through the gift and was happy and thankful that you got him something, even if the gift was something small, he still appreciated it. he read through the letter and smiled. a little smirk crept on his lips.

“you know, you should never give your number away like that.”

“i’m not worried about that.”

“really? you know, I am a man...what if I call you randomly at the night?”

“then we’ll have to see what happens then.”

“no promises beautiful.”

jongho calling you ‘beautiful’ caught you off guard. you blushed and looked away as he let out a cute giggle. soon your turn was over, you waved goodbye to and left the stage. the fansign went on for another hour as the group said their goodbyes and waved to the crowd. you look at jongho and waved happily as you were happy to meet him in person. he made eye contact with you an winked at you. your inner fan girl freaked out as he gave you a wink.

you headed home after picking up dinner from a nearby shop. you finished dinner and got ready for bed. you scroll through your twitter feed and saw many pictures from the fansign and of course you saved all of them to your phone. it was past midnight as you were just about sleep until you received a phone call. you wondered who would be calling you this late at night. you hesitated to pick up since it was an unknown number.

“hello?”

“hi, y/n?”

you immediately knew who that angelic voice belonged to. you began to freak out and honestly couldn’t believe that he actually called you. you did say that it was just a joke and expect him to take it seriously.

“j-jongho? is this really you?”

“mhm it is me.”

“oh my gosh...I-i wasn’t expecting you to actually call me...”

“yea well I did say no promises.”

your heart couldn’t stop thumping as you had nothing else to speak out on, you were still flustered and shock that you were actually on the phone with the Choi Jongho.

“so why did you call me?”

“I’m gonna be honest and say that after you left, I couldn’t stop think about you. At first, it was just going to a fansign and meet our fans but you, you stood out differently. you brought a brighter smile to my face and you made my eyes spark up with your smile, that sense of humor, your laugh, and just how beautiful you are. everything about you was perfect and I knew I had to talk to you again.”

“I’m flattered Jongho but are you not tried? I mean i’m pretty sure you had a busy schedule before the fan sign.”

“never tried when I’m speaking to a beautiful girl like you.”

that was the 3rd time he called you ‘beautiful’. you’re heart couldn’t stop beating so fast that you had to take a breather. you knew that Jongho can be a smooth talker but when it’s actually happening to you, damn, it made you feel butterflies.

you and Jongho continued talking for hours and hours that caused you both to fall asleep on each other. waking up around 6am due to having morning classes you looked a your phone and saw that both of you never hanged up. you smiled and decided to end the call on your end after whispering ’good morning Jongho’, hoping that he was asleep still and that he didn’t actually hear that.

you felt like you gotten to know Jongho a bit more than what he normally shows through tv shows and interviews. he’s seriously the sweetest man you ever talked to that was opened minded and truly spoke as himself.

you got ready for class as you drove around the campus grounds to find a parking spot. making it 4 mins til class starts, you sat by your friends and waited for your professor.

college is a pain but all the experiences you get to have of attending your dream school was never boring. throughout the whole day, your friends pointed out that you’ve seemed happier as if something good happened in your life. *which is true bc you talked on the phone with your bias but you’re not gonna tell them that* so you just lied to that you got a raise at work or something and they bought it.

after a long day, you headed home and rested. your feet were sore as well was your head from learning a lot of new materials in class. you made ramen and ate some side dishes you had leftover and watched some ateez videos. you never got bored from rewatching ateez old content.

suddenly your phone went off as you view the contact id that was calling you. it was Jongho. your mind went blank that he was calling you again. you took a breather and answered the call.

“hello?”

“hey, it’s me again.“

”mhm I can see that. so you’re calling me again?”

”yes because I enjoyed our conversation last night and I wanted to call you again if that’s okay.”

“of course it’s okay, I enjoy talking to you. not just because your my bias or anything but because talking to you makes me see on what kind of person you really are and it makes me feel i dunno, special...”

“special? well i’m happy your feel that way. kinda cute too.”

you immediately blushed at his comment, i mean who wouldn’t? luckily it was just on a voice call and not facetime or else he could see how flustered you were. you heard Jongho cleared his throat before speaking.

“y/n...I was wondering and only if you’re okay with this, but can we face time? I wanna see your face..”

your heart immediately dropped when he mentioned about facetiming each other. of course you wanted too but at the same time you didn’t. it was quiet since you didn’t give him an answer right away.

“ah sorry. never mind on what I said. let’s just talk about something-.”

“‘no, it’s fine....sorry I was just surprised that you wanted to facetime...but uh we can if you’re still up for it...”

you said as you heard a light chuckle from Jongho.

“okay, I’ll call you in a bit here.”

he ended the call as you waited for him to call you through facetime. 4 mins later you saw your phone ring again. you quickly fixed yourself and tried to look decent as you waited for the 3rd ring to finally pick up. you answered as the screen only showed the ceiling.

“hello?”

in your head, you probably thought it was just a fake call and it wasn’t Jongho after all. you were about to end the call until the phone shifted and there you saw Jongho. He shot his cute gummy smile at you as you freaked out. He was so cute and good looking that you almost cursed.

“hi. you look just as cute when I first saw you.”

literally dying inside. he was wearing a simple plain white shirt and was barefaced. how much finer can this man get?

“ah and sorry, I was kicking out Yeosang and Wooyoung out the room so we can be alone at least.”

“haha it’s okay...”

you literally didn’t know what to say. maybe it was because you were facetiming this time than just hearing his voice on call. you thought about what to say and hoped that nothing too embarrassing will come out. you just sat there and looked at him as nothing came to mind.

“are you okay? you seemed nervous.”

“ah...well yes I am...it’s just, i can’t believe that we’re facetiming. you look good by the way...very handsome.”

“ah really? do you mean that?”

“of course I do!! I would never lie and say something I don’t mean.”

“mhm cute.”

you both laughed as he starred at you with an awe. you saw how he was looking at you and smiled at him. you set that phone on your table as you reached over to grab your water bottle. you didn’t noticed but your blanket slid down as it revealed what you were wearing. you wore a basic tank top with booty shorts. Jonghos eyes widen as he saw how you leaned forward which gave him a decent view of the girls.

“oh...y/n uhm...you.”

“mhm?”

you looked down and saw that your chest was exposed. you looked up and saw his cheeks began to turn pink. you gasped and quickly covered yourself with the blanket and covered your face from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry and I mean it!! So sorry, i-it was an accident and I didn’t know-.”

“y/n....it’s fine. No need to apologize, I...I liked it...”

your eyes widen that he said he ‘liked’ the view you gave him. you honestly didn’t know how to reply. you heard him laugh through the phone and looked at you.

“I know you weren’t trying to seduce me, it was just on accident of course....unless you were trying to. It worked.”

“sorry, really I didn’t mean to-wait what?”

“I’m just being honest. I mean you’re funny, cute and also pretty sexy too. So of course I would like it.”

his cheeks turned pink as he said that and tried to laugh it off.

“really? you think i’m sexy?”

“not just sexy! mhm let’s just say you’re what everyman wants.”

you laughed at how flustered he was. he covered his face with a nearby pillow and fell backwards.

“It’s okay though, I mean everyone is attracted to something of the opposite gender. and I know, my girls are pretty nice.”

you smirked and laughed. as you were slightly dying from making Jongho flustered, you didn’t noticed how he was starting at you. Jongho looked at you with a sly smirk.

“what about you? do you find anything attractive about me?”

you were taken back and laughed awkwardly.

“I uhhh, i find you very smart, kind and even though you have that tough oppa look, you are a sweet person.”

he looked at you in an awe

“what else? tell me I’m kinda curious now. like physically."

"physically? you’re handsome of course. uhm I love your eyes, smile, how strong you are...your hands because they look pretty and your...thighs.."

you couldn't believe you mentioned his thighs. ugh you can die from embarrassment right there.

"you fine my thighs...attractive?"

Jongho began teasing you which made you even more flustered. you glanced at him once more and softly nodded.

"really? never thought I'll meet someone who find my thighs attractive."

he started laughing as he saw you look away.

"stop teasing...I didn't mean to blurt that out.'

"okay okay I'll stop for now, but you’re just so fun to tease.”

“I bet you said that you other girls before...”

“no actually, you’re the first.”

“I am?”

he nodded his head and smirked at you,

“what makes ‘teasing me’ so fun?”

“mhm, just way you get flustered over the smallest thing. it’s cute and i don’t know...it’s makes me wanna tease you more.”

“Jongho...”

“I just gonna say this but fuck, I would anything right now to be next to you. to see you struggle underneath me and see that cute face of your up close, have you beg my name and tell me what you want and how you like it.”

at this point, something triggered inside you and Jongho to become lustful for one another. you wanted him, and he wanted you. the way Jongho was with his words and how he said them, made you feel something more than butterflies in your stomach.

“Jongho....can we?”

Jongho smirked happily, he knew what you meant and angled the phone in a better position as you were able to see all of him. you set your phone up better as you got in a comfortable position.

“tell me what you want.”

his voice got deeper as you felt chills go down your body. you slowly slid your hand down your shorts and began playing with yourself. soft moans escaped your mouth as you wish you had something better than your fingers.

“Jongho...I wish you were here to play with me..”

“oh yea? what would you want me to do?"

"I want you to play with me, tease me, touch me and fu-fuck me."

your moans gotten louder as you fastened your pace. you can hear Jongho soft groans through the phone as you saw him pumping his cock at a slow pace. you honestly never thought you would be doing this with him, but damn it was a beautiful sight. the angel of the phone showed his cock beautifully. you groped your breast as you felt your high come closer.

"oh mhm Jongho...I'm close.."

your voice hitched as you felt a tight feeling in your stomach.

"cum for me then, show me that pretty face of yours and cum for me."

your head was thrown back as you felt that sensation go through your body. soft moans escaped your mouth as you bit down you lip to not be so loud. you continue to touch yourself as you came down from your high.

you heard Jongho moan through the phone. his moans sounded so pretty that you began to feel wet again. you heard him softly say your name as his cum leaked from his tip, oozing over his hand.

“fuck...”

you smiled at him and positioned yourself closer to the phone. he smiled back and laughed.

“well this was an experience...”

“totally worth it though.”

you laughed at him as he cleaned himself up

“really?”

you nodded and looked at him, this time he had a slight afterglow on his face and definitely looked hotter.

“if we keep this up, I might end up at your place for real.”

you sat back and spread your legs for him to see.

“it better be soon then, I’ll be waiting.”

Jongho chuckled, he was slightly joking but what you did and said made him cock his brow. biting his bottom lip and looked at you lustfully.

“oh fuck...send me the address, I’ll be there in 5.”

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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twin flame // gw x reader

words: 3.8k

series genre: angst, fluff, smut (all in due time)

warnings: jealous george, angry george, charlie x reader kinda, mentioned ronmine, mentioned hinny, mentioned bleur, percy weasley slander, alcohol consumption, spitting kink (sorta if you squint), cringey pet names, mediocre writing at best

a/n: idk how many parts this will be,, maybe 5. but i already have the ending in mine. happy reading loves!

part two | part three | part four

twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a "mirror soul," thought to be a person's other half. it's based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versa—your twin flame will be equally affected by you.

george weasley. what could you say about george weasley? he is… charismatic. funny, charming, fiery, pretty. everything. george is everything. he’s your best friend, of course, since the two of you were young. your fathers worked at the ministry together, so you and your siblings had playdates with the weasley siblings all the time, whether it be at your house or at the burrow. george is three years your senior, and he’s extremely protective of you. more than your soulmate, george is your twin flame—platonically, of course—that’s all that it would ever be. solely a platonic connection. at least that’s what you thought…

after the war, you and george became even closer. something about both of your lives being put on the line brought the two of you that much closer. after the war, you moved into the apartment above the joke shop with fred and george and began working as the store clerk and attendant. your parents had, unfortunately, died in the war and left just you and your siblings. when you told your older brother that you couldn’t stay in the house filled with memories, he completely understood. fred and george offered you to stay with them, and how could you say no to your favorite twins and your best friends? and besides, fred wouldn’t have let you say no. especially after you saved his life, pushing him out of the way of the falling debris. (fred weasley is alive. no i don’t take criticism.)

the transition was possibly the easiest thing you had ever gone through in your life. living with fred and george was a dream. it was all late night movie dates and cooking dinner together which ended up with the three of you throwing various ingredients at each other and laughing your heads off. this meant that you guys often ended up flooing to the burrow, and eating whatever it was that molly made for dinner that night.

that leads us to another point. molly. she absolutely adores you. she thanked you a million times over for saving fred’s life, it’s not something that she would ever let you forget. she’s like your second mom, and she thinks the world of you. everytime you saw her, she was sure to remind you that you could just give her a call if fred and george ever got out of line and she would be sure to put them back in check. not that you ever needed to, the twins were lovely to be around.

you were finishing up with your last customer of the day as george was locking up the doors and fred was beginning to clean up. just as the last customer walked out, george walked up to you and sat atop the counter in front of you as you were wiping it clean. “oh, please make yourself comfortable,” you remarked sarcastically as you threw away the clorox wipe.

“thanks love, i did,” he smirked. you rolled your eyes with a giggle as you began your count of the money in the register. “so as you know… we’re closing the shop up for christmas,” he began.

“georgie, if you have something to ask then please ask it,” you lightly teased.

“mum wants you to come to the burrow for christmas. i, of course, would also love for you to come. but mum’s threatened me a million times over if i don’t ask. i told her that you had your own family but she absolutely insisted at least ask you. she also told me to tell you that charlie would be there. as well as ron and hermione and harry and ginny and bill and fleur,” george spoke.

“well gosh, if charlie’s going, then i have to be there. after all, he is the hottest weasley brother,” you joked. if you weren’t so oblivious, then you would’ve noticed the look on george’s face after your harmless joke. you would’ve noticed the way his jaw hardened and his nostrils flared. you would’ve saw that way his gaze turned icy and the vein in his neck began to protrude in just the slightest as his face turned the slightest shade of pink. and you absolutely wouldn’t have missed the way that his chuckle wasn’t truly one of humor. you wouldn’t have missed how tense he became and you definitely wouldn’t have missed the ice in his tone when he replied.

“good one, love. are you coming or not?” the words were harsh, but you paid no mind. you didn’t catch it, but fred did. you also didn’t catch the harsh glare that fred sent his twin brother. or the way that he mouthed harsh words at him as he fixed him with an even harsher glare. but of course… you were oblivious. to you, george saw you as nothing more than a very good friend. a younger sister even. after all, you were ginny’s age. but to george…? to george he saw everything.

you were charismatic. funny, charming, fiery, pretty. gorgeous even. you were… ethereal. you were george’s everything and he was your’s. but the two of you didn’t know that. both of you were hiding a huge secret from each other. one that neither of you dared reveal. you didn’t dare tell anyone. your crush on george weasley was a secret that you were absolutely prepared to take to your grave. nobody knew. okay well that’s a lie… harry knew. but that’s only because the bugger was practicing his stupid legilimency and failed to tell you that you were the subject.

your heart fell to your ass when you heard the loud gasp harry let out and you turned to see his wand aimed at you. “you like-“ you practically flew across the gryffindor table and shoved your hand over his mouth before he could reveal your secret. the action had all heads turning to you, causing you to sheepishly smile and offer a wave before pulling away from him, demanding that he follow you. “you like george?!” he whisper shouted once you had finally lead him into an abandoned classroom.

“yes, but harry please don’t say anything, you have to swear it on your parents!” you exclaimed.

“that seems a brash, no?” harry raised a brow.

“swear it, potter! or i’ll hex you into oblivion,” you threatened.

“i swear it! i swear it!” he put his hands up as if in defense. you nodded once before pivoting on your heel. “he likes you too,” he spoke behind you.

“stick your foot in your mouth!” you grumbled, stomping away.

it was three days before christmas, and you fred and george were fully packed. you were sat in george’s room, kneeling on the floor as you packed your last few items and began to zip your bag. there was a soft knock on the door before it opened. “all ready, butterfly?” george asked. that’s another thing about the weasley twin—he had called you butterfly for as long as he could talk. you figured that it was because the two of you would chase butterflies together when you were little. once, a blue monarch landed on your nose, causing you to let out the sweetest giggle. if you ask george, he’d tell you that it was that exact moment that caused him to fall in love with you.

you looked ethereal. the way the blue monarch landed gently on your nose and you just let out the purest giggle. “georgie, look!” you exclaimed quietly so as not to frighten the creature as the giggle fluttered in your chest and tumbled past your lips. it was then that he knew. the sun shone on you so perfectly, like a spotlight almost. like the ball of fire in the sky was made for you and you only. the smile on your face was unmatched as continuous giggles spilled past your lips and your hair cascaded down your back. george fell in love with you that day. and at that moment, he decided that he would stop at absolutely nothing to see you smile like that again. to hear you giggle like that again. in that moment, everything was okay. there was no wizarding war. no death eaters and no voldemort. no dark thoughts and no fear. there was just you and george. and the pretty blue butterfly that made him fall in love.

you looked up at him and shot him a smile before nodding. he offered you a hand and you took it, allowing him to pull you up from the floor. he carried your bag down the stairs for you and the three of you stood in front of the fireplace. “you first, butterfly,” georgie smiled and kissed your head. you stepped into the fireplace and fred handed you the floo powder. you called out your destination before throwing the powder. you stepped out at the burrow and were immediately tackled into a hug.

“y/n/n!” ginny exclaimed, lifting you from the ground and twirling you in the air.

“hi gin,” you wrapped your arms around her neck as a giggle tumbled past your lips. fred stepped out after you, and her reaction was less than thrilled to see him. she simply waved after she set you on the ground, dragging you into the living room as she ignored the younger twin that had now also stepped out of the fireplace.

“great to see you too, baby sister,” george teased lightly.

“don’t care george!” she called. you greeted arthur and molly before kneeling in front of the coffee table in the living room. charlie, hermione, fleur, and harry were each sat on the couches and ginny kneeled next to you. “sooo… tell us everything!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“about what?” you asked with a giggle.

“about george!” she whisper shouted as she slapped your shoulder.

“there’s nothing to tell, gin. he’s my best friend, he has been since we were young,” you explained, trying to force the heat that was creeping up your neck away.

“bullshit, y/n! harry already told me, now spill it all!” she demanded.

“harry!” you pressed.

“she threatened me if i didn’t tell her!” he exclaimed. “and i’m more scared of her than i am of you,” he defended with a nervous gulp.

“well i didn’t tell anyone, y/n. only fleur and hermione,” she waved it off.

“dude!” you slapped her shoulder.

“well we didn’t tell anyone, mon amour,” fleur assured as she sipped her drink.

“i… may have accidentally let it slip to charlie a few minutes ago…” hermione spoke sheepishly.

“you told charlie?! he can’t keep a secret to save his life!” you whined.

“hey, ‘m right here!” charlie defended. “and i didn’t tell anyone but my dragons, and they can’t speak. so i’m doing better than eighty percent of the people here,” he smirked.

you groaned as your entire body heated up in embarrassment. “this is awful. absolutely awful, ‘m gonna die. if he ever finds out i’ll actually die. what am i gonna do?” you whined as your arms came up to cover your face.

“we’re gonna make him jealous, bunny,” you heard charlie’s voice and suddenly the burly, bearded man was straddling you and pinning your arms above your head.

“what are you on about, weasley?” you glared, skeptically.

“well y/n/n, it’s no secret that you’re… well… a huge pussy,” gin began.

“hey!” you exclaimed indignantly.

“she’s not wrong,” charlie defended, causing you to turn your glare to the astronomically muscled man that still had you pinned to the floor with one hand, using zero of his strength. you had tried fighting him off, but you gave up as you had been squirming and struggling for upwards of forty seconds, and the man hadn’t even budged, nor had he broken a sweat. it took zero effort for him to pin your body to the floor as he straddled your waist and kept your arms pinned down with one hand.

“okay so, what’s your diabolical plan, gin?” you asked as you let out a sigh.

“actually, it’s my plan. the same thing i did to ron with viktor, you’re going to do to george with charlie. you’re going to use charlie to make him jealous. the both of you will be here at the burrow for a few days at least, and george will as well. you make that boy suffer. make him want you. force his hand, make him make a move, whether he wants to or not,” hermione explained.

“charlie’s already agreed to help so you can’t say no. we don’t want to hear it,” harry shook his head.

“you told him ‘accidentally?’” you looked at hermione in disbelief as you put the word in air quotes… well as best as you could with your hands pinned above your body.

“no it was absolutely on purpose. we needed his help. bill’s already married, ron’s got mione, no one likes percy, and fred’s his twin so george would be able to manipulate the situation and act like fred and make you spill all the beans,” ginny said.

“i like percy,” you weakley defended the third weasley sibling.

“no you don’t!” harry accused.

“no i really don’t, he gave me four detentions in one week during first year,” you grumbled.

“merlin’s balls, four?!” charlie exclaimed above you. “why so many?”

“i didn’t know how to tie my tie,” you pouted. “and it was a violation of uniform, so instead of being a nice person and teaching me, he served me detention everytime it was untied,” you told them.

“yeah percy’s sort of an asshole,” you all murmured agreements at harry’s statement before molly called you to the kitchen for dinner. charlie stood up before pulling you to stand and you all walked to the table. you sat between charlie and bill, and across from george. you missed the strange look he gave when you didn’t take your usual place beside him as you were too absorbed in your own mind with how the plan was going to go and if everything would go according to plan or not.

“so, y/n, dear how have you been?” molly asked. “we’ve missed you dearly. i’ve caught up with all of my children except for you, what’s it like living with the rowdiest of my boys?” she asked, kindly.

your face heat up again as molly called you one of her children before you began to answer. “it’s awesome. fred and george are sweethearts. i’m the attendant and the clerk at the joke shop and it’s honestly just… a dream. i really love it,” you smiled widely as you talked about life with the twins.

“and uhm… any… special guys?” ginny pressed, gently nudging your shin with her foot under the table.

“ginevra weasley!” molly chastised.

“what, mum?! it’s a genuine question!” ginny defended.

“nothing serious,” you shrugged with a nervous chuckle. “there is a guy that i guess i kinda have a crush on. but i think he sees me as nothing more than a friend,” you shrugged, telling the truth about your crush on george, but turning your gaze to charlie before averting your gaze quickly. you heard a deep chuckle come from charlie on your right before he pat your thigh, causing heat to rush through your entire body once again. this time, you didn’t miss the unmistakable clench in george’s jaw and the way his nostrils flared, signifying that he was positively pissed.

the rest of dinner went by completely uneventfully. it was rather quiet actually, untill it was time to clean up. you, ginny, hermione, and fleur helped molly clean the table and the dishes as the boys all went to the living room. “well,” molly began as the dishes were finished. “percy, your room has been turned to storage, sorry dear. fred and george’s beds have been moved to ron’s room, so there are four beds in there, and your room holds all my knitting. charlie’s room is available, as well as bill’s and ginny’s. you may decide how you all sleep,” molly offered you all a smile before she and arthur bid you all goodnight and went up to his room.

“gin, you can share with hermione and y/n, yeah? perce, you and i can share my room. bill and fleur will take his, and george, fred, ron, and harry can all sleep in ron’s room. sound good?” charlie laid it out. everyone agreed with a small shrug and no arguments. “perfect. now that that’s all out of the way. gin, where do mum and dad keep the firewhiskey?” charlie smirked evilly.

ginny squealed excitedly as she stood and rushed to the kitchen. she came back with two bottles of firewhiskey and bill and charlie got blankets before you all went outside. the guys laid out the blankets by the fire pit as george and fred began to start the fire. “c’mon, bunny,” charlie motioned you over. “come sit with me,” he pat his lap.

heat rushed through your body for the fifth time that night as you stalked over to the man and sat beside him. he pulled you to be sitting in between his legs and your breathing picked up just slightly as a million and four nerves ran all throughout your body. “really need you to relax f’me, bunny,” he whispered into your ear as he brushed your hair off your shoulder, purposefully brushing his fingers across your neck, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin where he had touched. his arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled your back to rest against his chest. “s’just me. y’ve known me your whole life,” he reassured you gently.

“just you,” you scoffed. “just you who is literally the hottest weasley brother and possibly the hottest man on the planet. just you who i’ve had a school girl crush on since i was five. just you who is actually sex on legs,” you rolled your eyes. “just you,” you mocked with another scoff as you shook your head.

charlie openly laughed at your small rant, causing you to elbow him in the ribs. “okay, okay, sorry bunny. but really, i need you to relax. georgie won’t be jealous if he sees how tense you are around me,” he reasoned as he began to gently massage your neck and shoulders before moving his hands down to your collarbones and continuing back up, effectively loosening your muscles, causing you to relax more into him.

“alright. lads, ladies, ron…” ginny began. ron furrowed his eyebrows before turning to glare at the insult from his little sister. “truth… or drink?” ginny smirked as she held up the bottle. “everyone drink enough to get you feeling it and then pass it along so we can start and nobody can tell lies,” she laid out the ground rules before she drank the firewhiskey.

you, fleur, ginny, and hermione drank significantly less than the guys as it took more for it to hit them than it did to hit the four of you. you giggled drunkenly from your place underneath charlie’s chin as you began to feel the effects of the firewhiskey. it was unexpected, but you weren’t complaining as charlie’s strong, veiny hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back to look up at him. you let out an involuntary whimper as he poured the firewhiskey into your mouth and you quickly swallowed it, causing him to smirk (basically this tiktok). “good girl,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, making you let out another small noise of satisfaction.

“okay!” george called loudly, interrupting your moment, and making you smirk. everything was going according to plan. “i’ll go first then, freddie,” he called. fred turned to look at him with a raised brow. “what’s going on with you and johnson, then?”

“nothing, you know that, mate. went to the ball as friends in fourth year, we keep in touch but we’re nothing more than friends,” fred shrugged.

“so you wouldn’t mind if i made a move then?” george asked, turning to look at you, tauntingly. your jaw clenched and your nostrils flared as you felt a big, green cloud of jealousy begin to blossom deep within your chest.

“uh… go ahead,” fred shrugged, confusion lacing his tone. “ginny, have you and harry had sex yet?” fred asked.

“blue. y/n, which of my brothers do you want to fuck the most?” ginny totally ignored fred’s question and gave you a chance to fire back at george with your own rage.

“charlie,” you answered quickly, staring back at george just as tauntingly, jaw still clenched, glare hard and icy. george’s jaw clenched harder if that was even possible and you didn’t miss the eye roll. “mione, are you and ron official yet?” you moved on.

“no, not really. we’re exclusive to each other, but he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet,” she answered, doing her best to ignore the tension in the air.

you and george’s eye contact never broke throughout the entire game. your faces never changed. it turned into a competition of who could make the other more jealous. your faces were set in stone. jaw’s clenched. nostrils flared. glares icy. tones cold whenever you answered a question. one thing you knew for sure… this week with the weasleys was gonna be a shit show. it would either end in heartache or a new relationship. who knew?

the week brought upon two options. you came to a fork in the road. option a would pour gasoline onto your twin flame. expanding it untill it exploded and brought upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame. option b would pour water onto your twin flame, completely fizzling it out. destroying the most amazing friendship you’d ever come to be apart of.

you truly hoped it would be option a. with your whole entire being, you prayed to godric, and salazar, and helga, and rowena, and merlin, and every single one of the gods you knew that would listen that it would be option a. but with the way that just tonight alone was going… your hope slowly began to fizzle out.

you fell asleep with that prayer in your mind. you fell asleep hoping the week would fuel your twin flame. you fell asleep with both george and charlie weasley running all through your head. wondering just what was going to come about. the night was long and completely restless. you could do nothing but sit and wait. to see what would result of your twin flame.

one thing you were completely sure of was that you would make george weasley your’s. just like hermione said, you would force his hand. you would make him want you.

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”

warnings: none word count: 1568 (not including pictures) *** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :)

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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.

The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.

"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."

"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."

"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"

She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."

He left and started a new run.

"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."

"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.

"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."

"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.

Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"

"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."

"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."

"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."

"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."

"She is. Very much."

"No, no, she isn't."

"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."

"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.

"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"

George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.

"Oh! This might be okay."

"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.

"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.

"Have you not met Quackity?"

"No. What made you ask?"

"I just saw his response to your tweet."

"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"

"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"

"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."

"Like who?" George asked.

"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."

"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"

"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."

"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.

Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"

"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.

No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."

"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.

"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"

Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."

"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."

Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."

George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"

"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."

"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.

"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."

Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.

"I'm adding him to call," George announced.

"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."

"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.

"I think so too!"

"You wish," Y/n muttered.

A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.

"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"

"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."

Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.

Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."

"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."

"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.

"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.

"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.

"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."

They all laughed.

"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.

"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.

"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.

"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.

"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."

He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."

"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.

"No, it's true. I was."

"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."

"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."

"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.

"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."

"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.

"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.

"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."

"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.

"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."

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A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times

Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week!

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