#∽『 an unhealthy obsession 』∽ ; asks

[yandere-writer-momo]

Cleaning out my drafts and stumbled across this horror piece. Minors DNI please.

Yandere Head Canons: The Dollhouse Husband

Yandere Living Doll x GN Reader x One Sided Neglectful Toymaker Husband

TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, obsession, neglectful husband, unhappy arranged marriage, murder, horror, and gore (mentioned)

His face was beautiful, just like your husband’s, yet he wasn’t your husband. No, this adonic doll was an imposter. A crude imitation of your distant beau. A creation your husband, Jonathan, made out of cruelty so you’d stop clinging to him and your desire for him to love you. A doll he crudely named Johnny. The nickname you affectionately called your emotionally constipated husband.

A marriage that was arranged since the two of you were young and yet your husband would not lie with you. No… he’d rather play with his toys. Jonathan told you he had made you this doll to play with so you’d leave him alone…

“What’s wrong dear?” A smooth voice whispered in your ear as lanky arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer to his. His skin felt like ice and you didn’t even feel a heartbeat… was this man undead? He wasn’t human, but you weren’t even sure if he was even living. “Is my appearance not to your liking? Your husband did his best to make me exactly in his image.”

“…” you frowned at his words, your words died off in your throat before they could even be uttered. How could you forget that your toy maker husband built you a living doll to be a crude imitation of him all because you expressed a desire for more attention. Yet it felt as if you were not worthy of having the real husband. Only this doll. A doll that would do anything you asked of it to an almost unhealthy degree.

Everywhere you want, Johnny followed. If you were in the garden, so was Johnny. If you were in the tub, Johnny would wash your hair and back for you. It didn’t matter that you were disinterested in this lifeless mockery of your husband, the doll would follow you.

“Dear? Do you not like me?” The doll asked once more as his porcelain arms wrapped around you tighter. His perfect face remained unmoved, but you swore his tenor voice sounded anxious. “I’m just as good as he is! I dote on you! I take care of you and your needs! I’m made as a perfect replica-“

“But you’re not my husband.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes filled with sadness. “Your body is as cold as ice and you have no heartbeat… your presence does nothing but make me sink into a larger pit of loneliness.”

“So you desire warm skin and a heart?” The doll asked in a hushed tone. His glassy green eyes admired your form. “If I were to be more human… would you like me more?”

“…yes.” You just wanted the conversation to be over. To bury your head on your pillow and sob until you passed out from the loneliness and pity that consumed you. Were you that unloveable that your own husband gifted you a living doll?

If only you noticed the way Johnny rested his head on your shoulder as the cogs in his mind turned. You’d love him if he had skin and a heart? He’d do just that…

How were you to know that this doll would present you Jonathan’s heart the next day in a heart shaped box with a smile that could only be described as uncanny? Not to mention the porcelain white skin that was no doubt from your husband’s own face that rested on Johnny’s like a mask.

“I have the traits you desire… so won’t you like me now? I’m better than him in every way!” He shouted as he set the box down on the dining room table in front of you. He took his pointer fingers and curved the loose skin around his lips into a smile. “We can be happy here in our dollhouse! Please! Please say you like me now!”

You felt numb as the heart in front you leaked crimson all over the box. Perhaps… this was all your own doing due to your selfishness? Of begging to be loved all your life that only a living doll would pay you any mind?

You let out a shaky sigh before you gulped. The alive burned your throat like it was acid. Your gave a fake smile to Johnny who eagerly awaited the four words he longed to hear for his entire existence.

“I like you, Johnny.”

[chrissssssmut]

firstly i absolutely LOVE ur writing. i just wanted to ask could u write a yandere gaeul x reader or yandere reader x gaeul (yunjin one was like 100/10)?

TIL DEATH DO US PART

Yandere Gaeul x Male Reader

AN: Last fic for this week! Back to reality tomorrow gang🫡😪

Anon, TY FOR THE COMPLIMENTT, MUCH LOVE❤️

The night before your wedding, a storm rages outside. Rain lashes against the windows, and the howling wind rattles the trees, but inside your apartment, everything is warm, safe. You should be sleeping—resting before the biggest day of your life—but nerves keep you awake.

You sit on the couch, fingers playing with the edge of your fiancée’s veil. It rests neatly inside the box she left for you, a symbol of the life you’re about to start together. She had left hours ago, reminding you not to drink too much at your own bachelor party, teasing you about how she’d see you at the altar. Your heart swells at the thought of her—of the warmth in her eyes, the way she laughs when you call her name, the way she makes you feel safe.

Your phone buzzes, and you smile. It’s her.

Rei: Can’t sleep, can you?

You: No. Too excited. Can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow.

Rei: Me neither. Just one more night, and then you’re stuck with me forever. No take-backs. ;)

You: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Your chest tightens, not with fear, but with overwhelming love. She’s everything you ever wanted—kind, patient, understanding. She was there when you were trying to piece yourself back together after your last relationship. After her.

You shake the thought away. Gaeul is in the past. This is your future.

Then, a knock at the door.

Your heart jumps. It’s late, past midnight. Who would be out in this weather? You hesitate, but something—a cold, sinking feeling in your gut—tells you to check. When you open the door, your breath catches in your throat.

Gaeul.

She stands there, drenched from the rain, wearing a white wedding gown. The delicate lace clings to her body, soaked through, the hem muddied and torn. Her long, dark hair sticks to her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her lips stretch into a trembling smile, and in her right hand, she grips a knife.

"You’re getting married tomorrow." Her voice is barely above a whisper, sweet yet eerily calm. "That’s not fair, is it? I should be the one standing beside you."

Your entire body locks up. The memories of your relationship with Gaeul flood back—how it started so beautifully, how she adored you to the point of suffocation, how you had to end it when her love became something else. Obsessive. Unhealthy. Dangerous. You took every precaution to cut ties, but she found her way back to you, time and time again.

"Gaeul, you—"

"Shhh." She steps inside without permission, closing the door behind her with a soft click. You instinctively step back, but she follows, her damp gown dragging along the floor. The knife in her grip gleams under the dim light. "I know you still love me. I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared because you know I’m right."

You shake your head, swallowing hard. "Gaeul, this isn’t right. You have to leave. I’m—"

"You’re mine." Her voice turns sharper, and suddenly, she lunges forward. You stumble back, but she catches you, pressing herself against your chest. The scent of rain and something faintly metallic clings to her. Her free hand cups your cheek, her fingers trembling as they caress your skin. "I won’t let you make a mistake. I won’t let you throw me away."

Your pulse pounds. You need to get to your phone, to get out, to do something, but she’s faster. She pushes you against the wall, the tip of the knife grazing your jaw. "Do you remember our promises?" Her voice wavers, eyes shimmering with something raw and desperate. "You told me we’d be together forever. That no one else could ever take my place. You meant that, didn’t you?"

You feel lightheaded, your breath uneven. "Gaeul, please—"

"Say you love me." Her grip tightens, her body pressing even closer. "Say it. Say it, and we can be happy. Just like before."

Tears prick her eyes, but her smile remains. It’s almost beautiful—almost—until you remember the knife at your throat, the way her chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths. You realize, with icy clarity, that she isn’t asking. She’s demanding.

And if you say no—

Her fingers twitch. The blade drags lightly, just enough to sting. Your wedding is tomorrow. Your fiancée is waiting. Your future is within reach.

But Gaeul is here. And she refuses to let you go.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you shove her back, your breath ragged as you lunge toward your phone on the table. Your fingers barely brush the device before pain sears through your thigh. You choke out a strangled scream, collapsing onto the floor as blood pools beneath you. The knife is buried deep in your leg, and Gaeul kneels beside you, panting, her eyes wild.

"You weren’t listening," she whispers, voice trembling with something almost like sorrow. "Why do you always make me do these things?"

You gasp, trying to crawl away, trying to push yourself up, but your leg is useless. Panic claws at your throat. "Help! Someone, help!"

Gaeul’s hands clamp over your mouth, her grip impossibly strong. "Shhh, shhh… don’t ruin this moment," she coos, stroking your cheek even as tears spill down her face. "I love you. I love you so much. Why can’t you see that?"

She removes the knife from your leg with a sickening squelch, and before you can react, she carves another deep line across your arm. You thrash beneath her, but the pain weakens you, drains you. Blood smears her dress, your hands, the floor.

"No one else deserves you," she whispers. "If I can’t have you, no one can."

She shifts, straddling your waist, pressing down until you feel the weight of her completely. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she leans in, voice quivering. "I love you," she repeats, over and over, as if trying to make you understand.

Your vision blurs, body trembling from blood loss. You make one last attempt to shove her off, but she only holds you tighter. There’s a quiet, broken sob before she lifts the knife once more.

"We’ll be together forever."

The blade plunges into your chest. Blood spills from your lips, your body jerking once before growing still.

Gaeul watches, her breath uneven. A tear slips down her cheek as she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then, without hesitation, she grips the knife and plunges it into her own heart.

When the police arrive, the storm has passed. They find the two of you lying together on the blood-soaked floor, Gaeul’s head resting against your shoulder, the knife still in Gaeul's hand, held tightly even in death. In death, you are bound together, just like lovers should be.

[zephyrzgambit]

HEAD OVER HEELS

yandere ! sonic the hedgehog x fem ! y/n.

This contains lovesick obsession, stalking, unhealthy thoughts, murder, and blood.

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Sonic had always been known as the charming, carefree hero. The one with the dazzling smile which could make girls go crazy over, the one who could make hearts race with just a wink. he was charming, carefree, he was the blue blur.

That was who he was supposed to be.

So.. why was he acting like this now?

it had all started with the moment that he laid eyes on her.

A female named Y/n l/n.

the first time he saw her, he felt something in his chest snap. The world seemed to have shrunk, his pupils dilating, and his mouth turning dry.

Everything else in the backround blurred--No sound, no movement, with his eyes unmoving, stuck on y/n.

his heart felt as though it was going to be burst.

Instantly, he didnt waste any time on making a move--going up to her, asking for her name, and making a few flirty remarks-- and his fingers twitched when he saw how at one of his stupid jokes, she let out a soft, breathy giggle.

oh, he was so fucked.

It wasn’t just attraction. It wasn’t a simple crush. No—this was something much worse. Something he couldn’t control, something that consumed him like wildfire.

Sonic had fought countless battles. He had faced gods, monsters, and threats that could shatter reality. But never—not once—had he like this.

Fear of not having this girl nearby.

It was ridiculous, insane even. But none of that mattered because Sonic had already fallen. Hard.

And he swore, from the very first second, that he’d never let her go.

and ever since that day, he promised to 'protect' y/n from the cruel world.

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At first, he tried to be normal about it. Really, he did.

He told himself that it was just admiration. That he just liked her more than most. That there was nothing wrong with wanting to be around her.

But then, he started following her.

It wasn’t stalking—not at first. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, that no one bothered her. She was fragile, delicate—what if she needed him and he wasn’t there?

So he watched.

From the rooftops, from the shadows, or from the darkest corners where no one would ever notice him.

She was breathtaking. she was a angel. His angel.

Every little thing she did made his heart ache. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she hummed to herself when she thought no one was listening, the way her lips curled into the softest smile.

She’s perfect.

He wanted to talk to her. Wanted to sweep her off her feet, to make her see him the way he saw her. But every time he got close, something held him back.

What if she thought he was weird? What if she somehow found out about the way he acted over her?

Sonic wasn’t stupid. He knew that people would call this obsession. That if anyone found out, they’d say he had lost it.

And maybe… maybe they’d be right.

But the thought of stopping? Of walking away and pretending like she wasn’t the most important thing in his world?

that was practically Impossible.

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His room used to be simple. Tidy, functional, nothing too flashy.

Now? it was a shrine.

Photos of her covered the walls. Some were innocent—pictures he had taken from a distance, capturing her in the middle of a laugh or lost in thought. Others…? well, maybe not so much.

Some were photos of her changing, pictures of her all pretty and naked, illuminated by the moonlight. he couldnt help himself from drooling over these types of photos, his tail wagging wildly at the sight, and his pupils shaped as hearts.

He had even stolen little things she had used.

A hairpin she had dropped while taking a stroll, a napkin she used at a café, and even a worn-out hoodie she left in her living room.

He kept them all, tucked away like treasures, because they really were.

He would hold the hoodie close at night, inhaling the faint scent of her. It was comforting. It made him feel like she was his.

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it became a daily thing, for him to silently watch her from a distance. and the others, slowly started to notice the change in his behaviour.

how he had become more silent.

how he always looked lost in thought.

And whenever they fought eggman, he wasted no time, no longer saying any of his stupid jokes, as if he had something far mar important to do. He didnt act like himself anymore, and everyone was worried--even shadow the hedgehog, felt as though sonic wasn't in his right mind.

And amy, was the first to ask, wanting to try comforting sonic. To see if he was feeling alright, if something happened.

but when she went to his apartment, knocking on his door, but there was no response. And when amy noticed that his door was.. left slightly open.

And so, amy, not thinking much of it, decided to walk in.

but what happened next, wasnt something she wanted to see.

photos, all over his room, of the same person, as well as a large shrine, with candles lit in the dark room.

and the next thing she knew?

Amy gasped, her breath hitching as suddenly, a sharp, searing pain bloomed in her back, and through her stomach. The dimly lit room flickered with the glow of candlelight, casting eerie shadows against the walls—walls covered in pictures.

Pictures of her.

Of a female that she didnt recognise.

Amy's trembling hands reached forward, barely brushing against the shrine before her legs buckled. She felt warmth pooling beneath her, her vision blurring as the overwhelming scent of melted wax and something metallic filled her nose.

and as she turned around with her remaining strength to see who had stabbed her, her eyes went wide.

Her lips parted. "Sonic..?" She weakly called out, her eyes filled with tears.

infront of her, Sonic stood in silence. No quips, no charm, no explanation. Just quiet, suffocating stillness, as the only sound in the room was Amys cries.

Amy’s mind reeled. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the Sonic she knew, the Sonic she--

Another sharp jolt of pain ripped through her body as the blade twisted slightly. Her knees finally gave out, her body collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving floor, as she held her stomach, desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

Sonic still said nothing.

He simply watched.

And as Amy’s world faded to black, the last thing she saw, was sonics expressionless face, uncaring, as he rolled his eyes.

And as amy closed her eyes, sonic had suddenly dropped to his knees. He didnt know why, since he felt nothing. he didnt he didnt feel any sorrow, any pain. he felt nothing.

How would the group react? Knowing he just killed amy?

He didnt want to know. No, he wouldnt let them know.

A lovesick mess. that's what he was. A man sick with obsession.

Y/n, had changed his whole life in mere seconds. And now, she was the only thing throughout this entire universe which mattered most to him.

"Great! now there’s a stain.." He sighed, staring at amys motionless body, as he kicked at it, staring at the blood splattered on his carpet.

Shit. he knew how fucked up this was, and just what everybody would do once they found out, yet thoughts of y/n just wouldnt leave his mind, Even in a moment like this.

He was head over heels for y/n. he knew that for sure.

Oh, how he hated how his hands shook when he wasn’t near y/n, and how his heart pounded at the mere thought of her.

He was supposed to be confident, free-spirited. respected by all.

and yet, here he was. A lovesick, obssessed stalker.

He stared at Amy’s lifeless body, but his eyes widened when he noticed a smudge of blood staining one of his precious photos of Y/N. Instinctively, he wiped it away with his thumb, his breath hitching before sighing in relief when no trace was left behind.

"Guess I’ll just have to clean up this mess."

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Guys I can not write Sonic 😭😭🙏 ( Lowk spent so long fixing all my mistakes while proofreading )

[mocchiixxx]

Devoted to You | Yandere S.Coups (Last Part)

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, religious guilt, possessiveness, and unhealthy fixation. It explores a dark and intense form of love that may be unsettling to some readers. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to themes of manipulation, obsessive behavior, or morally gray relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

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The church was empty, save for the two of you. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows along the walls, illuminating the silent devotion in Seungcheol’s dark eyes. His hands, warm yet unyielding, gripped yours as if he were afraid you’d slip away.

"You don’t have to be afraid," he murmured, thumb stroking the back of your hand. "This is God’s will."

Your breathing was shallow, heart hammering against your ribs. "Seungcheol, this isn’t right."

His expression remained soft, almost gentle. "You don’t mean that."

He pulled you closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in its intensity. His breath was warm against your forehead as he whispered, "I've prayed every night, asking Him to take these feelings away. But He didn’t." His lips curled slightly. "That must mean something, don’t you think?"

Your stomach churned. "That doesn’t mean you can just—"

"Keep you here?" he finished for you, head tilting slightly. "Why not? I’m only doing what’s necessary."

Panic surged through you. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. The softness in his eyes darkened into something possessive, something unshakable.

"You don’t understand," he said, voice trembling with conviction. "God led you to me. He chose you for me." His gaze bore into you, unwavering. "I am a man of faith, and my faith tells me that love is not something to be abandoned. It is something to be kept."

Your pulse raced. "Love is about choice, Seungcheol. You can't force—"

He pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. "Shh," he whispered. "Don’t say things you’ll regret."

His arms wrapped around you in a firm embrace, caging you against him. His heartbeat was steady, unshaken by doubt.

"I will keep you safe," he murmured. "I will protect you. And one day, you’ll see—this is where you were meant to be."

The church doors shut behind you with a resounding click.

Your world shrank to the man before you.

And no one was coming to save you.

[cupcakeslushie]

I love the angst of Kendratello, but I am a softy at heart and love a happy ending. So I had a thought, when his family finally gets Donnie back, or maybe to get Donnie back, to get him to see the truth, they just have to show him his own recordings. Donnie records everything after all. You know, as soon as his family can break into his phone or computer. Imagine if his tech kept recording, even after Kendra removed it, when she thought she was safe to discuss her plan with Jeremy and Jason.

It’s a smart idea! The only issue with the family showing Donnie his own recordings, is that they could be just as fake as the stuff Kendra showed him 😭 it’s a good place to start, but at some point he’s going to have to decide which one he wants to believe, poor baby.

After Donnie loses enough strength to where he can’t even create a simple shield. Donnie is latching onto April for protection. She doesn’t pick up on the obsessive vibes right away, Donnie has always loved to give his family gifts, but there is something off putting about having all his focus, especially while he’s simultaneously pushing his family away. It’s not until he hides behind her, to get away from Raph, that she understands what’s happening, and that she’ll have to tread carefully.

[cubezart]

I Depend On You

[lambmotifz]

okay but how is it sam’s fault his pussy is so good it ruined john and dean’s lives

[hexologyst]

writing a jayvik fanfic, not like a florist who simply wants to watch their flowers bloom, but like a neurotic, necromantic specter who must claw through the hardened soil, immerse themself among the roots of the plants, and give life to something the plants' previous environment could not

[canisxx]

So.. chat. I have a question for y'all.

I'm asking because, well... I really like this genre of uh.. horror? psychological horror? About all that stalking, kidnapping, manipulation and stockholm syndrome, yk.

Imo Sniper. He's the guy who would stare through the rifle scope and collect pictures. But too anxious to approach or talk, distancing as much as possible on purpose.

❗I know how to separate fiction from real life. I do NOT want any of this irl ,and I don't want anyone to romanticize this IN REAL LIFE. Fiction should stay fiction. ❗

[sitp-recs]

heya!! love all the new posts and discussion lately! do you have any rec that evokes the feel of "closer" by nine inch nails? doesn't even have to be explicit. thank you as always 💫

Thanks, I’m happy you’ve been enjoying the blog! I had to google the lyrics, not sure these are what you’re looking for but they felt like a good fit?

Between Two Fires of Beltane by secretsalex (E, 5k)

As the war drags on, Draco becomes a spy for Voldemort and works his way into Harry’s good graces—and his bed. When the Order prepares to invade Malfoy Manor, Draco is forced to examine his loyalties.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

In The Red by bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

Unhook the Stars by jad (E, 70k)

Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words.

Another Mask Behind You by lettered (E, 116k)

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies.

[anonymouszephyrus]

If you could've made Klance canon, at what point would you have made them official?

At any point.

I'm kidding. I think around Season 5 or 6, with Keith's BoM arc. Maybe when Keith comes back from the whole Space Whale thing... remember when Lance was like "bigger, grizzled older brother" of Keith or something- I can definitely see him fanboying over Keith (like he always does, even if he doesn't admit it) but honestly

The idea of Lance being sad about Keith being gone for so long makes him realize he appreciates Keith's presence on the team, appreciates the "rivalry" between them, appreciates the quiet stares between them, appreciates when Keith goes to the training room at night and fills the silent air with tales of practicing and battle. He appreciates Keith. Keith, who he said he hated before. Keith, who he tried to ignore before. Keith, who was the red paladin, and now, Lance was the red paladin. Everywhere, even in the Red Lion, Lance thought of Keith. Everything reminded him of Keith. Keith. Keith.

I want the same thing with Keith too on the space whale. Him bonding with Krolia by telling stories of his friends, talking about Hunk's cooking, Pidge's intelligence and creations, Allura and Coran's heritage, Allura's strict but helpful nature, Coran's light-hearted way of breaking the tension, Shiro's leadership abilities and how he helped him before, Lance's... Lance. Lance being Lance. Lance being a flirt, Lance being a douchebag, Lance being the friend he never knew he needed, Lance being the reason he opens up a bit more to the team, Lance being the sharpshooter, Lance always having his back. Lance being his right-hand man when he was the Black Paladin in Shiro's absence. Lance. Lance. Lance.

[thrwne]

What 😭 is that a thing guys do? I missed the dick pic thing as well like Felix is a massive homophobe but will send dick pics to his male friend? I wonder if he’s regretting that now he knows Mathias likes guys

Felix's reaction to seeing Mathias and Erik cuddling in bed is something and the way it's gone unaddressed is insane

[danmeichael]

Best autistic danmei character

the entire cast of misvil.

[imminent-danger-came]

is lionpeach aspec?

I consider Wukong aro/ace, and I head-canon Azure as gay! I think this screenshot rather sums up their relationship:

Azure absolutely SMITTEN and Wukong focused on his ambitions (gaining more immortality). There's a reason this memory in particular was used to set Azure off at the beginning of 4x12

[spookythesillyfella]

You are so real for having a tony wallpaper, in fact I need to do the same thing

uughh so REAL (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠) hez just a silly lil guy i dont get why me having him az a pfp on my messaging appz and az my wallpaper and wanting to cosplay him and literally making my entire life revolve around him since like 2020 iz weird at all .... hmm ........

[y4nd3r3gf]

I want to steal you away from your worries, I wish for you to be able to trust in me completely, to close your eyes and rest in my hold. Be the only person you depend on.

I hate the distance- I despise it. The way you look from afar, smiling when you’re with others, or when a thought crosses your mind that makes you happy. What are you thinking about? Can I be someone you ensure your secrets to?

I hate the way you try and hide when you’re alone. You’re never alone darling, I’ll always be nearby to keep my eyes on you. Oh God, please don’t hide by the corner, you think no one sees you, notices you. But I do, I always do- you’re the first person I search for in every room I enter.

You poor thing, you’d never have to feel this way with me.

You feel like you don’t deserve such attention? That’s not true at all, not nearly the truth! You deserve everything- you deserve to be held when you need it, you deserve to feel my love for you, to feel the rain on your skin and see the sun when it rises.

I need you to feel my hands in your hair, brushing your hair and making patterns on your skin trying to carve the texture of your skin in my mind.

I pray everyday that when I wake up, the first thing I see in the morning is the sun entering the room hitting your features at the perfect angle.

I wish to tell you that you’re the first and last thought that crosses my mind, but that is not true.

You never once leave my mind, even in my sleep- I dream of holding you in my arms as you tell me about your day.

You tell me what made you happy, sad, or what you saw, while I nod.

Nodding along like I don't know even though I do, because it’s as simple as it is. I love hearing your voice, the way your eyes light up recalling something you wanted to tell me.

The way you smile because you know I adore you.

I don’t want you to fall just by my words, but by my actions.

Fall in love with the way I look at you, the way I think about you, and the way I speak with you. The way I never give anyone else the same amount of attention because no one else is you.

I’m far too obsessed with you- drowned in an ocean, but too infatuated with you to want to swim back up to the surface.

Because at the end of the day, you’re my sweet little darling!